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Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sat Jun 08, 2013 1:08 am

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Location: Home/Pauper Court
Thoughts: "Good morning, Sunshine~

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Location: Home/Pauper Court
Thoughts: "These girls better get the fuck outta here..."

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Avery's pale gaze examined her surroundings one last time before deciding to enter through the door of her impecunious-looking domicile. One would assume that her lowly dwelling should embarrass her, but she personally didn’t mind. She thought it gave her life some character. It was kind of a rough area to live in, but she’d grown accustomed to the harshness of the area. Although, she had to admit, she’d never actually witnessed a drug. If that was what it truly was, that is… She didn’t want to just assume, but she couldn’t deny the fact that it seemed far too shady to not be what she thought it was.

There was no denying it: Issiah Rojas was in possession of drugs. And he was supplying them, dealing them, to Luna. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating the seriousness of what she had silently observed. She never would have guessed that one of Kingdom Crest's star athletes was a handler of illegal substances. It would bring a whole new reputation for this talented jock. Vaguely, she remembered the article she had written in the beginning of the year, parsing his achievements and his leadership towards victory.

"ATHLETIC STAR TURNS DARK"

With a startled jolt being sent through her body, she realized how perfect that would be to publish in the school's newspaper. But it would be catastrophic. And wrong. And evil. She'd ruin his life and Avery wasn't sure she could handle that. Running a delicate hand through her soft tresses, she looked down the cement path leading to the worn sidewalk, adorned with cracks and loose pieces of concrete that would probably never be fixed. Strangely, it reminded her of how old ruins must have looked as they withered away through the years, starting with those negligible abrasions. She smiled at the thought, almost laughing at the absurdity of it. Pauper Court would never be a respected landmark, but it was fun to dream.

Tentatively, her eyes flicked in the direction of Issiah's truck, noticing an expression that did not seem all that normal for him. He looked... strained, worried. His expression only solidified her earlier notion that he was dealing drugs. Why else would he be so apprehensive-looking. Avery caught him in the act and he thought she may divulge his private affair. But she couldn't, nor would she. Perhaps, she'd clarify with him later. For now, she just watched as his truck escaped the dank grasp of Pauper Court.

Trying to get her mind off of the strange occurrence, she finally remembered the phone that was held in her grasp. Apparently, Carmen had texted her and she had yet to answer. Sending a hasty reply, she made her way into her home:

To: Carmie-Cakes
From: Avie-Baby

#1: He's a lazy bum and #2: He sleeps on his days off, but this is unhealthy. Let's get him!
Message Delivered

Avery stood outside of her brother's room, her dainty knuckles rapping on the door with rhythmic beats of three. Knock, knock, knock... Knock, knock, knock... "Time to get up Asher," she cooed with pseudo-affection. "Today's a new day. Time greet the sun, little boy." She grinned, but their was still no answer. Rolling her eyes, she leaned against the door and released an exasperated sigh. Examining her nails, she dropped the melodic sound to her voice and adopted a more indifferent tone. "Fine, be that way, kid. I'm calling for backup. Be warned."

And as if on cue, she heard the exciting voice of her best friend. Running down the creaky steps, she threw the door open, gleaming with all teeth displayed in an obvious grin. "Sounds like a plan."

* * *

Asher heard the voice of his sister, but ignored it as he so often did. Although, he did crack a smile at her disgustingly corny words. As funny as she tried to be, he was not moving. When he had a day off, he had a day off. Hearing another voice in the distance, he genuinely wondered who this "backup" was going to be... He had a better decent idea and the thought made him chuckle.

If it was Carmen, his time of peace and serenity was going to be extremely short lived. In attempt to block both competing voices, he pulled his silky comforter over his face and wrapped his toned body inside of it. He felt as though he was preparing to go through metamorphosis in an attempt to transform into a beautiful butterfly. Beautiful butterfly my ass... He just wanted the thickest barrier between himself and those girls for as long as it could hold them off.

As his ears finally distinguished Carmen's voice, he groaned, despite the grin that spread across his handsome, angular features. "Shit," he muttered. And he thought the sunlight was bad. He could only imagine what Carmen was prepared to do...

"No unwelcome guests, Carmen," he called down with a smirk, his voice booming down the stairs. He hoped she could hear him through the door.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:06 am

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Location: Home-->Avery’s House
Thoughts: ”Unwelcome? We’ll have to fix that.”

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Returning her friend’s mischievous grin, Carmen placed a finger against her lips, signaling her attempt at silence despite Asher’s obvious knowledge of her arrival.

“Nothing gets past him does it?” she whispered her verdant irises rolling at the sound of Asher’s voice bounding down the stairs. Silently tip-toing her way to the staircase, she glanced up towards Asher’s bedroom, thankful that his heavy wooden door was oblivious to her devious plans.

“I’ve got this love, I’ll have him up in…” she glanced at the nearby spherical clock, grinning as the minutes soundlessly ticked by with little regard to their presence. “Let’s say five minutes. Hopefully I don’t make him cry too badly.”

Casting Avery a foxy wink, she slipped her onyx, spiked clogs off of her feet, noiselessly making her way up the aged staircase. It was a slow process, the hoary wood of Avery’s home threatening to divulge her scheme at a moment’s notice, but thankfully her early years of ballet afforded her the poise needed for such an endeavor. She glanced over her shoulder one last time, resting a hand on Asher’s doorknob before turning back towards Avery and giving her an emphatic thumbs-up. Carefully and quietly turning the brass knob open, she pushed his door ajar, cautiously stepping her way across the threshold and closing the door behind her. She could hear her heart hammering in her chest, the massive lump of her unacknowledged crush resting mere feet in front of her. Removing her hair from its messy bun, she allowed the chestnut waves to spiral down in her back in beautiful cascading wave, her footsteps inaudible as she gently moved to the foot of his bed.

“Unwelcome? I guess I’ll just have to change that…won’t I?”

Mercilessly pulling the covers off his body, she used the element of surprise to her advantage pushing him onto his back and crawling on top of him, her soft rear comfortably resting right above the buckle of his pants. Batting her eyes with sultry innocence, she rested one of her hands across his stomach splaying her fingers apart to toy with the coarse, grey fabric of his shirt. Her other hand snatched his multicolored beanie off his head, the material spinning around her index finger with obvious arrogance before she recklessly hurled it behind her shoulder, shrugging her shoulders with mock apology.

“Oops. How silly of me. Was that your hat?”

Twisting her lips into a flirtatious smirk, she leaned her face down to meet his own, her lips hovering just above his own, her free hand beginning to toy with the soft, jagged locks of his hair.

“I much prefer your hair like this, love. It’s so much easier to play with. Now tell me, just what is so fabulous about sleeping in to this ungodly hour…when we could doing so many other things; fun things.”

Letting an enticing laugh leave her throat, she slid her feather soft lips against his own, pressing a series of gentle kisses against his jaw before returning to her previous sitting position her arms removing them from his chest to cross beneath her voluptuous breasts.

“Well Asher? I’m waiting.”

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:29 am

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Location: Home/Knight Drive
Thoughts: "Let's get craaaaaaaay!"

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Sam almost busted out laughing when his dark brown eyes landed on the screen of his phone to read the message that appeared from Sage. Despite her tendencies to not display overt emotion, she was a crack up. Literally, he felt like his side was going to split. Okay, maybe not literally, but something close to it. He loathed when people unnecessarily used the word literally, but then again it was your classic hyperbole. And who doesn't love a good ol' hyperbole? No one, that's who.

To: Sagey
From: Sam

And this, my love, is why you are my favorite wifey But don't tell Jazzy-kinz or Eryee. They might get jealous <3
Delivered.

He would go to the silly party. Surely, it'd give him an excuse to let loose and get a little crazy. Just kidding, he didn't need an excuse. He was pretty much a loose cannon on a daily basis.

For a quick moment, Sam's eyes glazed over with rare focus as they glanced as the numbers that continued to appear on his computer screen. This was getting old and he was no longer entertained by the simplicity of the code of voice. It was easy to counter and so he effortlessly brought it to an end with the deft movement of fingertips against the smooth, black keys that were illuminated beneath his touch, making his hands appear to glow like paper lanterns. It amused him for a mere second until his attention snapped back to the screen. He was shutting this hacker down. No question, no competition.

Someone was going to have to try harder than that. If he could get past the police... he could get past these morons... He beamed as the code was eradicated from the once cluttered screen of his computer.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sat Jun 08, 2013 5:07 am

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Location:Hostpital
Thoughts:"I miss being a kid..."

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After hearing his response about having one last check up before finally being free from the clutches of a Hostpital. Janette smiled. Knowing that he couldn't attend the party. Of course it made her feel bad. Because usually people who can't go. We're either univited or to lazy,uninterested,or sick. Victor just happend to be injured at the moment plus he looked bored of the idea. "Well that's good! I would get tired of sitting here for days. Not being able to socialize with others except the nurses" she sighed heavily relishing at that thought.

Then victor had smiled. First time out of ever did he look exactly like he did when he was 10. The fatter his smile got the more she wanted to laugh. Only because it was incredibly hilariouse and cute. But she ended up snorting at his expression. Catching her off guard only seconds later. He had mentioned she was a clutz. "What! No I wasn't! I wasn't a clutz!" She realized how loud she was and immediately shushed herself and whispers loudly. "Your were the one always laughing at it anyways meanie" she pouted her lips and crossed her arms. "Butt head" she ended up laughing quietly.

"One thing I have always remember'd was when our parents would take is to that lake. We'd camp out and even swim in the damn thing. God...I must've thought it was the ocean. Plus I really hated the horse flies. Those thing would tear your skin apart." She remembers how painful those things were. How bad it would get during the summer just after you'd go swimming. And those damn flies would attack in pacts. Janette rested her eyes for a bit. Looking over to amber. "Amber. I'm gonna stay here. I think hanging out with victor. to keep him company would be something good someone would do." She finished her sentence.

He looked alone. Besides his grand parents tormenting him while he was here. And frankly shed just call her mom and have her pick her up when she was done hanging out. Until the Jane could think of many ways to piss doctors and nurses off. "Oh you should've been here when I had my tonsils removed. I pissed the nurse off by constantly ringing the button because I had to per and couldn't walk" she smiled. "I know I'm such a weirdo" she shrugged. Looking over at the carton if food that was on a Trey. "I really want some cookies though..." She reached into her bang hoping to find some and nothing was there."gram crackers and milk sounds really nice...oooo with peanut butter too"

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sat Jun 08, 2013 6:36 am

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Location: Hospital
Thoughts: "Unsocial?"

Rolling his eyes at her telling him he wasn't social enough even in his hospital bed. He was social enough to get friends to give at least some shit. He looked at his grandfathers phone and was thinking either to text Leigh-Ann but he decided not to. "Well, I'm quite fine being in here. I get out of school and shit." He said with a big smile of cockiness. As he was gloating he looked at the flowers and he wondered how she knew what flowers he loves. Not a lot of people know or could've guessed it since everybody is into roses now-a-days. But to him roses are ugly little things that hurts people unlike a kind gentle daisy. Girls who prefer roses are obviously cruel people and Victor isn't a guy who prefers the cruel girls.

He chuckled when she started to deny that she was a klutz he just had to tease her for being so cute with him. Was it wrong of him to find her cute? Did Leigh-Ann feel guilty when Nazario was saying sweet nothings to her, probably not so why was he worried. Right he had feelings for her. Actual legitimate feelings for her. But in all in fair in love and war Janette was cutest when she was teased. "Did anyone tell you you're cute when your teased?" He said with his same cocky smile. "I laugh because its funny Jane! Don't get so emotional." He lightly punched her on the shoulder. What this was, was something he never had, a friend. Sure people acknowledged him but he was always alone. He was happy Janette was here with him.

As she brought up another memory he started to think she had all these memories in her head on a book and she would just pick one randomly to start a conversation. He couldn't even remember what Janette's parents look like anymore. Thats how bad his memory was but until someone brings it up he remembers it. "Yeah, I still go to the lake with my coach and my grandparents along with my coaches family. It's a big things in the summer. Maybe I'll invite you sometime." He said. It was a huge camping thing that his mother used to take him when they lost contact. Her mother and him would just be there enjoying nature and its surroundings. It was fun and a big thing to him that they have it everyday.

He looked at Amber who peeked in and as she heard what Janette said her big huge smile came on her face and her most likely rape face was on. "All righty. But I'll be outside waiting cause not a lot of people to hang with hun." She said in her sweet heart voice knowing she already found a buddy to stay with. He looked at her as if she was somebody else, "I'm sorry who are you and what happened to Janette Stanford?" He asked being all funny and shit. Victor didn't expect her to stay with him. He thought she would just leave with a wave.

"Well, I could imagine you screaming your ass off and thats it if I was here." He said replying to her short tonsil story. His eyes wandered off looking at the hospital room bored. His eyes went on her when she started talking about food. "Didn't eat?" He said. He looked around looking for food but there was only the tray of food he didn't touch since he wasn't really hungry or wanted anything but pain killers. Possible dug addict? No, the pain was killing him on his left hip bone where the stitches stayed. "Eat my food I don't want anything. All I want is just pain killers all the time. The cut hurts like hell." He complained.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:25 am

Issiah Rojas
Location: Knight Drive--> Knight Park

Issiah's pulled his vehicle into the driveway of the brick home. Cutting the engine so that he wouldn't draw the attention of his mother, the athletic male let his mind wonder back to the recent events that unfolded. Having the mental image of his dealing of narcotics always Issiah feel disgusted with himself and it was something that he tried to keep pushed back into the far regions of his mind. But this time he was unable to as he recalled the intense gaze of an individual as they waved his way.

Audrey.

Her name alone made his hands tighten against the steering wheel in sheer frustration, his jaw set as he thought about what she could do with that information. He was not thinking of his own reputation, but the consequences of his profound secret would have on his son. Adrian. He didn't need to think about the matter any longer, he had his son to look after.

Pulling the key from the ignition, Issiah opened the driver's door and hopped out of the onyx truck, slamming the door shut to announce his presence.e Right on schedule he front door of the quaint home opened and out ran his son, taking his time of course to make it down the stairs alone, stubbornly refusing help from a outstretched hand from grandma.

"Papá!" Adrian squealed out as his youthful legs carried him at the fastest rate they could right into the arms of his kneeling father who waited with open arms. As soon as his son made contact, he scooped him up in his muscular arms and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

"Did you behave for abuela, Adrian?" Issiah asked as he turned his eyes to his mother who stood at the door with a soft smile on her lips. Although she stood there with such a loving smile, Issiah could feel the intensity radiating off of her dark brown eyes as she looked at her son. The feeling of unease settled in Issiah's stomach as he replayed the drug deal in his mind but instead of seeing Avery's intense gaze staring at him, Issiah saw his mother's.

"Sí papá!" Adrian's cheerful voice broke the gaze that Issiah was sharing with his mother and he brought his hazel irises to rest on the face of the joyous child in his arms who hadn't the foggiest idea of what was occurring between the two older beings.

"Bien! You know what good boys get? A trip to the park." Issiah announced to his son with a wide grin as tickled his side, getting a shrill giggle out of him. Turning his back towards his mother, Issiah walked around the truck and opened the door so that he could place his son properly into his car seat. Once he was strapped in he walked back around to the driver's side and hopped in, closing the door behind him. As he placed the key in the ignition and turned it so that the engine could roar to life, he let his eyes drift to his mother who stood in the same place with her arms underneath her breasts, the smile slowly fading as he backed the truck out of the driveway and headed towards the park, Adrian humming the entire way, still oblivious to the fact that the park was just an escape for Issiah.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:57 am

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Location:Hallways
Thoughts: “I’ve made a terrible mistake…”
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Oh why was he teasing her in such a manner? Ash grey irises absorbed the male in front of her, taking in every detail of his body, starting at the top of his head where she let her eyes comb over the dark tresses that clung to his scalp until her eyes dwindled down to his chiseled facial structure. Though he was undoubtedly attractive, Leigh-Ann never could seem to make it past his chartreuse colored eyes that seem to bore right into her, reading her inner emotions, something that made the Queen B squirm in delight.

Her attention was drawn to his hauntingly attractive eyes until she noticed that smiles that belong to nothing short of a Greek god was plastered across his face. It must have been contagious, for Leigh-Ann could feel an involuntarily smile cross her luscious lips. She couldn’t help it, there was something about the male who stood there in front of her, observing her as if she was a precious jewel and caressing her locks full of waves, that made Leigh-Ann forget that she had an image to uphold in public. The simplest touch from him had her stepping past the personal boundaries that friends shared and into one of intimacy.
“Don’t say such things…I want to be the reason you—“ Her alluring words were cut short from the sound of the mindless chatter of a group of students that were passing by, some yelling goodbyes to Leigh-Ann, though they were so absorbed in their own superficial thoughts they headed no mind to how close Leigh-Ann was standing in front of Nazario, barely giving him any personal space for himself. Leigh-Ann did not respond to their farewells, her attention had been placed on the pair of lips that were moving, speaking to her, asking her to dinner.

Pulling the right corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, grey orbs filled with unwavering affection drifted from the perfect pair of kissable lips to the charming eyes that she seemed to take a liking to. Taking one step closer to her Italian companion, she brought her hand to rest on his muscular forearm that was well hidden beneath the coffee tone coat, while her free hand found its way to rest on the center of his chiseled chest. Up onto the tips of her feet Leigh-Ann rose until her lips were just a breath short from his. Her eye lids lowered with passion as she inched her face closer to his, letting her cool breath tickle his lips before she ever so gently brushed her lips across his, her words coming out soft and mumbled against his lips as she did so, though each word was coherent.
“I’ll be waiting for your arrival at six.”

Slowly, Leigh-Ann inched her face away from Nazario, her hands gliding from his form until they were back in their original state by her side as she took a few steps backward, a devilish smile crossing her lips before she turned on her heels and began her trek out of the school building, leaving Nazario to alone to ponder his thoughts, while she ignore the dull ache of guilt eating at her stomach as she opened the driver’s door to her luxurious vehicle and drove away from her Kingdom.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:33 am

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Location:Zachenburg Residence
Thoughts: Burger later then..
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It seemed that Sage was quite popular in the next...five minutes of her life. As she sat there on the marble countertop lost in her own thoughts with her legs swinging aimlessly about, her phone began to receive a text message. Wiping her hands yet again on the paper towel so that the greasy residue of the fattening chips she was eating (something her mouth would die over if she ever found out), Sage reached to pick up her phone, only to see her phone light up with another text message. Raising a brow, Sage continued to reach for her phone—and was once again interrupted by the abrupt vibration and the light of her phone shining luminously at her, waiting for her to answer.

Her hand found the way back to her lap as she waited for a moment to see if she was going to get anymore messages. When she was satisfied with the silence her phone was giving her, she finally picked up and unlocked the screen, punching in her usual code. The first message she received was from her new red-haired companion and since she did text her before her other two patrons, it was only fair to reply to her first.

To: Delilah
From: Sage Sensei
I see.. I will bring the tea regardless
I’ll do better than tell him, I will pick him up. See you in a few!
Messaged delivered.

There. Now all she had to do was pick up Sam and…answer the rest of the messages she had. Oh how she made it seem like she had a countless number to open and read from the lethargic sigh she gave as she opened up one from Luna. It was quite shocking to see what it said…and of course an eyebrow rose in piqued curiosity. That was Luna, always knowing when Sage was in the mood for something, whether it be cuisine or just down right mischief. A small crossed her lips as she texted her friend back, knowing she would have to decline her offer.

To: Luna
From: Sagey
Would love to but I’m attending a geek fest at Kevyn’s sorry. Some other time?
Message delivered.

It was highly unusual for Sagey to skip out on spending time with Luna, but she knew that her rebel friend would understand. Finally reaching her last message, she hopped off the counter as she read it, and made her way to the front corridor of the grand home, grabbing the car keys out of the small basket that was placed on the table near the entrance. With her hand resting on the doorknob of the front door, a smile crept up onto Sage’s face as she read Sam’s message. Something about the boy’s….confident and witty attitude put her in a rather upbeat mood and she seemed to be smiling more these days when he was around...rolling her eyes at her own thoughts, she quickly shot him a text back before exiting the house and taking her place in the front seat of her onyx baby.

To:Samuel
From: Sagey-poo
Then they will surely get jealous when they see my car pull up in front of your home.
That’s right, I’m coming to get you for our geek fest, be ready…I tend to drive fast.
Message delivered.

Hitting the send button, Sage tossed her phone into the passenger side and backed her ’67 onyx impala out of the driveway of her home and sped off down the street, ignoring the sign that had the speed limit plastered in big bold numbering.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 10:11 am

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location:Hallways>Home
Thoughts:If only I had a un-see button

Finally Rose had been released from the prison cell known as school. Staying after school for a little bit she asked her teacher quickly about her grade and her upcoming assignment. Walking to the closest exit to her car she see's Leigh-Ann and was about to wave and say her farewells when she rose on her toes and kissed Nazario. Hiding behind a locker she hoped her friend didn't see her as Leigh turned and left for her car. A while after she left Rose gathered up her fallen books and purse and went once again to leave. Stopping to look at Nazario she briefly stopped to wonder. Did he have anything to do with this? What was he saying to Leigh to drive her to do such a thing. Didn't he feel guilty for kissing an already taken girl. While her boyfriend was in the hospital.

She was reminded of her father, and how he was cheating on her mother even while she was dying. It made her feel really sick, and angry. It was not right for someone to do such things. Not right at all. She wasn't blaming Nazario for this whole incident but he wasn't completely out of the blame either. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to get out into the sunlight. Putting on her sun glasses she turned away from Nazario and headed outside and into her car. Speeding down the road to her house she opened her home door, ran up to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Lying down on her bed she stared up at her ceiling.

On one hand Leigh was one of her close friends, and she didn't want to lose her. She couldn't just betray Leigh and rat out her secrets. What kind of friend would she be? On the other hand it wouldn't be fair to Victor to have a cheating girlfriend. Sighing and getting out of bed she puts her hair in a bun and heads to her bathroom. Running a bath she puts some of her best relaxing bath salts in the tub and pouring some vanilla scented bubble bath in as well she slowly sank down into the hot water. Letting the water warm her body back up she plays a little with some of the bubbles that had already foamed up.

Grabbing her phone she quickly sends a text to some people she hoped would help her.

To: JellyJane & Ambywamby
From: Rose

If you saw a very close friend say for example canoodling with someone else even though they already had a canoodle buddy would you tell that canoodle buddy or keep it to yourself since you don't want to ruin that friendship with that friend?

She quickly hit sent before climbing out of the already cooling water Rose wraps a towel around herself. Going over to her closet she tries to decide what she will be wearing to tonights party

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:35 pm

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Location: Sundano Residence--Knight Drive

The booming sound that emitted from Jessica’s speakers alerted the neighborhood that she had just rolled in. Kingdom Crest was nothing like Compton, California and although it had been quite a few years since they moved into the rather quiet community, Jessica could never officially become part of the “crowd”. She knew that her loud music shook the windows of her neighbors and it made her giggle inwardly at how flustered they acted when she rolled down the street. They should count themselves lucky that she had a mother who forbade her from adding any hydraulics to her car, but then again, Jessica would never do that to her baby.

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It was her pride and joy other than her personal violin, and both had come from the generous pockets of her five older brothers, the five that she had been forbidden to even mention in the house. It pained her heart sometimes to think that she would probably never see her brothers again as long as she was with her mother, and it hurt even more knowing that she would fall out of her mother’s favor if she would admit she had been having contact with the five brothers that chose the life of the streets over family. Though her mother couldn’t too be oblivious from the fact that Jessica still kept in contact, how else did she think her daughter was able to afford such a car and her expensive violin lessons? Family issues always seem to place Jessica in a rather depressed mood, so she switched her thinking patterning to the only thing else she wanted to think about--Harley.

Her name alone made a devilish grin break across Jessica’s attractive facial features as she pulled up into the driveway of her home. There was something about that girl that Jessica couldn’t just shake off like she did the rest. She blamed it on the fact that she was like Jessica in a sense, athletic and the “boy” female of the group. But as she opened up her car door and exited the vehicle, she knew that it was something much more than that. The simple fact that she knew that it was something other than their common characteristics made Jessica well…annoyed. Never had she grown attach to a female, or anyone at that matter. She didn’t like getting close to people, it only led to heartache from having to helplessly watch them being ripped away from your life. As she entered the empty house and tossed her keys down onto the coffee table, Jessica began to ponder what her intentions were with Harley.

She could tell that the blonde surfer babe was interested in her, but what she didn’t know was how deep she was willing to let this go. Jessica was well-known for hitting and quitting each female that she had been with, a reputation that she quite proud of (even the males were quite jealous of the tomboy’s skills). But now that she thought about it…she wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the friendship she had with Harley Jones. Flopping down onto the couch and flipping on the tv as she kicked off her sneakers, Jessica felt her phone buzz to life in her pocket. Once she extracted the mobile device and read the message, all of that feeling about jeopardizing went right out of the window. If Harley wanted to play with the big boys, then that’s exactly what Jessica was going to give it.

To: Surfer babe
From: Jessi
I was already your date, love. :-*
Messaged delivered.

So that was a smooth line, but Jessica was no way near ready to go to a party. Rolling off of the couch with an exasperated groan, she moved her round bum out of the living room and into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She figured she would at least put an effort in and actually shave, though there wasn’t much to shave since she kept almost every part of her body waxed. Using her favorite warm vanilla scented soap, she lathered her lithe hourglass figure in the tantalizing suds while she washed her curly mane with her usual shampoo that smelled of fresh picked strawberries. Rinsing both her hair and body, she stepped out of the shower and walked stark naked through her empty house to her room where she stood in front of her closet, flipping through a series of clothes until she decided on an outfit. If she was going to go on a date, she would at least try to look the part.

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Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:45 pm

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Location: Home/Pauper Court
Thoughts: "Awks~"

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Location: Home/Pauper Court
Thoughts: "Quite the wake-up..."

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Avery merely shrugged in response, her eyes once again wandering in the direction of the outside that lay just behind Carmen. The entire situation of having seen something she wasn't supposed to see made her rather... uncomfortable to say the least. Should she address it or make it seem as though it never happened. To act oblivious may make her appear suspicious, however, she didn't want him to think she was going to rat him out. True, she may not exactly support the activities of a drug dealer, seeing as she experienced first hand from her mother what drugs could do to a person, but that was the choice of the individual. If he wants to sell illegal substances, so be it... she supposed. None of my business.

Her eyes followed Carmen up the stairs, but she didn't follow. She's been feeling as though there is something going on between those two as of late, but she had no objections. At least, not yet anyhow. "Yes, please don't break him.He's my source of income," she grinned, despite the uneasiness settling in the depth of her stomach.

* * *

Ignoring Carmen's voice as she approached, Asher groaned with the weight that seemed to plop itself directly on his abdomen unexpectedly. She was taking "wake-up call" to a whole other level with her rather physical approach--not that he was complaining. She could be as physically as she wanted. Instinctively, his hands, calloused from working as a car mechanic, rested right around her soft thighs. The sheer tights were a annoying barrier preventing him from truly feeling her bare skin beneath his fingertips. He grinned as her fingers caressed the fabric of his sweater, causing the coarseness of it all to tickle beneath her touch. A look of surprise adorned his features as her hand came at him to remove the beanie from his head in the most haphazard manner. Carmen and her antics never ceased to amuse me. Chuckling, he used one of his hands to run his slender fingers through the disheveled mess that was his hair. "Yes, yes, that was my hat," he smirked, resting his hand back on her thigh as his strong hands stroked her silky, diaphanous stockings that clung perfectly to her skin.

"This may make it on my Top Wake-Up list," he mused, inclining his neck so that her lips met with his easily, molding to each other's movements. The nerves of his scalp were tingling from the sensation of Carmen's tantalizing toying of his slightly spiky hair. This was one wake-up he certainly didn't mind. After Carmen had placed her final kiss upon his lips, waiting for a reply, a crooked smirk graced his features and he seized Carmen by her scarf with playful roughness, pinning her beneath him as he tangled a tendril of long, ebony hair in between his fingers. He kissed the crook of her neck with alluring slowness, leaving a trail of kisses until he finally reached her lips, only to stop before actual contact was made. He grinned devilishly, his lips just hovering above her own as his cool heath tickled the sensitive skin of her lips.

"If you must know," he cooed with amusement biting into his sensually deep voice. "I sleep so long so that I have the energy for these fun activities." As he spoke, her free hand continued to caressed the covered skin of her thigh just barely making its way to feel her rear in a tormentingly slow pace. Without hesitation, his full lips captured her own in an equally provocative and tender battle. Prying his lips from Carmen's took effort, but he grinned as he peered down at her nonetheless. "Would you rather me be boring and exhausted? I wouldn't be this much fun if that were to be the case," he crooned against her. Subconsciously, he removed the scarf that constricted her throat from around her neck and cast it aside, replacing it with a multitude of sybaritic kisses.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 6:03 pm

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Location: The Cafe
Status: Getting drinks
Thoughts: No text from Kev yet...

Delilah was finishing off a bagel and a small smoothie at the cafe when her phone vibrated in her back pocket. She retrieved the smart phone and saw that it was a text from Sage. Excellent! she thought. She didn't bother to send a reply because the text didn't call for one. She remembered that she had to order a pizza for the geek fest. She called up the nearest pizza joint and ordered a large pepperoni pizza and a large mushroom pizza, in case someone didn't like pepperoni. Delilah thought this was a bit silly because, come on, everybody loves pepperoni, or so she thought. She was told the pizza would be ready in about 15 minutes. That should give me enough time.

She hung up and then frowned at her phone. Kevyn hadn't replied and she still didn't know how to get to her house. She recalled reading something about the guards locking out non-residents of Kingdom Heights. "Hmm..." Delilah hummed, until a simple solution came to her. I'll just ask Sage! Duh! She entered the messages app and her fingers glided across the surface of her phone and she sent a text message to Sage.

To: Sage Sensei :3
From: Dee
Where exactly does Kev live? I'm at the Cafe, want me to pick up anything for you or Sam?Also, I hope you like pizza! :3
Message sent!

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:06 pm

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Location: Home/Knight Drive
Thoughts: "My knight has arrived"

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To: Sagey
From: Samuel

Then I shall await your arrival, my love.
Delivered

He sent the message hastily, his deft fingers gliding across the touch screen of his phone with ease. It should not be surprising considering every teenager of this generation was a skilled and dexterous texter. It was a shame they weren't better testers. Then again, he quite liked being intellectually superior when compared to his peers. They all sucked anyhow. Ass. Major Ass.

Placing his phone into the pocket of his blazer, he exited his room, only to end up right in front of the door that led to the outside world. Outside... Was that where the normal people played. He chuckled at the thought, his characteristic grin growing all the more wide in the process. Tonight would be fun, or so he hoped. Probably drama. Lots of it. There was always some sort of drama at rendezvous's such as this. Ho hum.

Oh, golly... Who said "Ho hum"? He did of course. Whatevs. As he threw open the door, he noticed Sage's car flying down the street and he approached it with eagerness. Flailing his arms like a lunatic, he called out to her:

"My knight in shining armor has arrived! My love! My darling!" He winked at her and waved.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:42 pm

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Location: Avery’s House
Thoughts: ”Careful.”

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A surprised yelp left Carmen’s lips at her newfound perspective, Asher’s dominance brining a coy smile to her lips as she savored his masculine control. Her hands continued to play with his spiked, dark tresses, her neck instinctively craning towards his lips to relish in his carnal ministrations. Her eyes fluttered shut with immense pleasure, her skin flushing with clandestine, sensual desires for the man above her. The soft puffs of his breath against her neck and eventually mouth forced her lips to slightly purse with expectation, her orbs slowly springing open when he denied her satisfaction. Her lips winded into the haziest of smirks as he retorted a teasing reply to her earlier question.

“I see. I might just have to tell Avery to let you sleep all day then, especially if this is the result.”

A breathy moan escaped her parted lips as his calloused hands caressed her tender flesh, her brow furrowing at his tantalizing touch. Just as she was about to open her mouth to urge him into action, his lips pressed against hers, molding against her own with perfect complementation. As opposed to the standard kisses they exchanged before, this one was heavily laced with her passionate yearning, her lips parting to seize his own in a lascivious open mouthed caress. The begrudging removal of his mouth from her own forced the scant outline of a scowl onto her flushed features, her teeth gently grazing his bottom lip as she listened to his words.

“No. I much prefer you this way, Asher. Put your hands on me, love.”

The removal of her scarf allowed the chilled air of his room to stroke her fevered skin, the contrast of his heated mouth causing her skin to prickle with avidity. Her hand roughly tugged on the thick roots of his hair, a soft mewl of pleasure leaving her lips at his sensuous touch. She wrapped her legs around his waist, using the momentum of her new position to force him upwards. Her free hand teased the exposed skin of his stomach in slow circular motions, savoring the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips. A thousand different things were running through her mind, Avery’s presence downstairs, her father’s warning just before she departed her home, but all of them focused at one point, the man pleasing her body before her. Her hand slipped beneath his shirt, the soft tips of her fingers running over the toned, muscled panes of his chest. With one swift motion, she pulled the textured, grey sweater over his head, savoring his captivating flesh with her mossy orbs.

Gingerly removing his lips from her neck, she recaptured his in a searing kiss, her deft fingers mapping the contours and curves of his skin. Her tongue quickly found his own, intertwining with his in a fervent display of desire before she slowly pulled away, her breath mingling with his as she quietly panted against his lips. A dainty hand pushed against his chest, urging him to lie down against the soft down of his sheets. Her head quickly dipped down to the center of his abdomen, her moist tongue slipping past the rows of her perfect teeth to toy with the shaped muscles of his chest. Licking her way down to the area just above the button of his pants, she locked her eyes with his pale azure gaze, lovingly kissing her way around the waistband of his jeans before returning to the center of his lower abdomen. She gently grazed her teeth across the surface of his skin, working her way back up to his lips and gently nibbling the soft flesh before settling her lips against his own in a blazing display of wanton affections.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 9:13 pm

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Location:Picking up Sammy
Thoughts: .
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Sage knew the dangers of texting and driving. Watched every school documentary that they were forced to sit through, read various book on the subject and of course she had seen the outcome. It didn’t help the fact that her mother was so strict on the matter that if she was in the car, she would confiscated the raven haired genius’ phone. Plus, it was far more dangerous to lean across into the passenger side and actually reach for a cellphone that slid against the door. But…Sage did it anyway, ignoring all forewarning she had received since the day she picked up a pair of car keys.

With one hand on the wheel, she slowly tilted her body to her left, outstretching one arm in hopes that she could teach the phone without looking away from the road. No chance. With a soft huff from her lips, she looked at the road to make sure she wouldn’t be running into someone…or running over someone before she leaned her body further downward, her eyes leaving the road as her slender digit barely touched the phone. Sticking her tongue out in mock concentration, she gave herself another stretch just before the phone could fall between the door and the seat.

Gotcha!Sage thought triumphantly to herself and slowly brought her body back up, careful not to let go of the phone. Just as she was back in her sitting position, she noticed a flailing man moving towards her car. Instinctively, she applied pressure to her breaks as her hand turned the wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to swivel in a 180 degree angle, the passenger door facing her curly haired companion who had been on her mind more than usual, as the car came to a halt. Flashing him a rare and privileged smile, she rolled down the passenger side window and unlocked the doors, the metallic latches popping up.

“Your carriage has arrived, darling."

Waiting for Sam to get into the car on his own accord, she finally looked down at the phone in her lap that had caused her earlier distraction. Unlocking the phone with her code, she read the text and chuckled herself. Of course, Delilah was new, how was she suppose to know the address?

To: Dee
From:Sage-Sensei
62442 Laynton Place, 15th Avenue. Can you bring me a blueberry muffin please and a chai tea? I will pay you back! Sam doesn't deserve anything :p kidding! I love pizza, by the way...it's a rare treat in my household. Just get Sam anything that isn't...tea or coffee.
Message delivered.

Subject: Just waiting for her. Only her. Sun Jun 09, 2013 9:29 pm

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Location: Princeton Park Gates
Thoughts: "She's got me wrapped around her finger."
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When Harley's phone started to buzz to let her know she had received a reply to her risky message, she hesitated before looking. What if rejection is waiting? Could I handle it? her fingers trembled as she touched the box that shined with delivery. But instead of waiting rejection, Harley saw something that ignited the fire of a challenge inside. She knew she shouldn't write with emotions and should probably think things through, but she could hardly control her fingers as they typed a fast response.

To: Jessi
From: Harley
Message:
I''ll meet you at Princeton Park's gate. Don't keep me waiting too long...someone else might sweep me off my feet.
Message Delivered

After she saw that her message was delivered, Harley jumped from her bed to leave. She had a passing thought about borrowing one of her mother's heels, but then decided against it. She wanted to dance at the party and who could dance in those torture devices? She went with a pair of black laced ballet flats instead. Before she left, she grabbed her skateboard and gave her mother a grin, knowing that her mother trusted her in cases when she really shouldn't have.
After skating up to the main gate of her complex, she placed her skateboard on the ground and sat atop it, waiting for her knight in curly armor to pick her up in a noisy steed.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 10:20 pm

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Location:Hostpital
Thoughts:"Me?! being cute? pfft your on crack"

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Jane had looked at him curiously. All the while. when he had mentioned he liked the hostpital being cool to stay at because he got out of school. "Dude just like imagine if the doctor's became like cerial killer's and you we're stuck in here. you'd be screwed" Janette flared her nose at her sentance. she kind of thought it funny. or how victor would react. probably jumo out of the bed. trying to beat the living shit out of one of the doctor's with a fork. or he'd run out the room screaming like a little girl. "Actually scratch that I can already imagine how'd you react." she held her breath looking around once more. that is until her phone vibrated and it suddenly made her twitch,

From:Rosie
"If you saw a very close friend say for example canoodling with someone else even though they already had a canoodle buddy would you tell that canoodle buddy or keep it to yourself since you don't want to ruin that friendship with that friend? "
Jane halted and made sure Victor didn't see the expression that appeared on her face. she immediantly texted back.

"If you saw someone doing that. yes it would be a good idea to tell that person they are being cheated on by there signifigant other. it wouldn't be fair for this person. and possibly feel very hurt in the process. doyou have any names whom is doing that?"

Jane had a few thought's. Rosie was discreet but the way she had stated it.made jane think about who it could've been. well considering a certain someone wasn't here to be with her "Boy friend" who was in the hostpital being held hostage by doctor's till his hip felt better.
She honestly wasn't going to involve herself in this so she would keep quiet. until she was fully sure. she immediantly put her phone back into her bag and smiled. Though she got a immediate complement from Victor and it almost made her crack a unfamiliur shy smile. "What? no im not! i'm deffinetly not cute you must've done and fucked up your eye site there bro" she ended up laughing. that loud pitched laugh. that at times when she would tell jokes her laugh would be funnier than the joke. "I'm not emotional! im just a very mistunderstood Teenager / Women who doesn't know if she want's chocolate or not!" she faked whined. making a very goofy face while doing that.

Then he mentioned the lake. and how he stilled wen't there. "That would be cool. i don't really have much to do...ever... cause my dad is always working and my mom is too. so i have to watch my brother logan. And i really hate taking him on play dates with my mom's friend's it's really freaking creepy." Last time she wen't they pulled on her hair and she was about to smack one of the little brats across the mouth. and there fore she never goes on them. but if it ever comes up. Jane is declining. "But im pretty sure you have better thing's to do than hang out with me. Like what about your girlfriend? she wouldn't mind if you took her to lakes. and stuff or did something with her. y'know some one on one action" Jane did a little dance in her seat. mimicking how that would go about between victor and Leigh ann.
Her voice got really high pitched trying to copy leigh ann."Oh vic! this is soo beautiful! thank you for taking me to this oh so fabulouse place. where we can now do the canoodleand fondle with our bodie's like teenage 16 year olds!" she flipped her hair back and gasped. "How about we go shopping and i can get your scar decorated with some baddazel glitter gem's! oh won't you look so unbelievably irrisistable!" she cracked a grin. and ended up laughing. only to change her voice to a really deep center for victor. "Oh yeah bebeh! let's do the freaky deeky huh!" she popped her chest out and flexed her arm;s. "Look at these guns" Janette bursted out laughing.

Victor questioned who jane was when she asked politely about amber. and immediantly jane responded back. "I'm mother fucking indiana jones! getting bitches flying out my hand like a pimp!~" she rested her head back on the chair. and denied to eat his food. "I feel like a bum if i do that" she snorted. "Besides you'll want to eat it later." she pursed her lip's scooting awkwardly closer to victor with a creeper face planted on her features. "Yo... yo.... guess what we should do" she flared her nose. "Sneak out of here and go down to the cafeteria and mess with the cashier down there... or we could stalk the halls and pretend to be james bond?" Jane wanted to do something fun in the hostpital rather than sit here and be all mopey/ "Can you move or do you need crutches?" she thought about it. "I could call you Crutch Bond!~ master of the crutches and kicking bitches in the face with your Crutch!"

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Sun Jun 09, 2013 11:46 pm

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Continuing joke around, Luna's cellular device fizzled to inform them that somebody made contact with the museum. Opening it up, Arun recites the words that appeared on screen while the senior simply lifted her shoulders. "Couldn't be angry at her...Come on we should head over to Frey's anyone. We'll get those sandwiches later." She winks with a chuckles, turning to go on the route for Kingdom Heights and the teal's abode.

It took her awhile to navigate through the streets and remember where the location actually was. It's been awhile and she doesn't really put to heart places she doesn't go nearly everyday. Jeez there was no need for her to drop by on a regular basis. She doesn't avoid it because of Frey though. That bitch was friggen awesome. It was her cousin you gotta worry about.

Strong personalities can only stand each other for so long. The red haired vixen's superior attitude doesn't help much either. Kasha can barely restrain a long tell off whenever anyone openly acts as though they are better than others because of stupid reasons. Kind of hypercritical since she casts aside those that she doesn't particularly know to be of less importance than her friends. But doesn't everyone do that?

Well, not everyone is of less awesome level, just those who think they are the shit because of how they look or other stupid reasons. To be amazing you must be entitled as so, it is not a self proclaimed trait. The brother had to jog her brain by stating turns at some points. Thank the higher power for the square faced male to her right.

She parked across the street of the nice sized home as they both got out of the car. Locking up, she strides to the door with him hot on her heels. Knocking she put her keys into a safe location where she wouldn't loose them and if a clever little fuck tried to take them she would clearly notice.

The boy leans against the entry way as he studies the older female. She was sober and it looked like she was planning on staying so for a while. He couldn't help but smile at that thought. Another Barker who isn't in some other place all the time. What an intriguingly pleasant idea. But he wasn't going to get his hopes up quite yet. There was no guarantee that it would work out. In fact the odds that she will relapse sooner than an eye blink is statistically more probable. Especially with all the distractions nearby trying to veer everyone off track.

Bars, races, their parents, all that Luna is all about is surrounded by drugs.

"What?" She questions, turning to him with a quizzical expression.

Shrugging, Arun pouted a bit. "Nothing, just trying to decide if I should go study or try to be a normal teenager for once." He faked, causing a little bubble to blow out of her.

"Well than, just go to the party since that's open to everyone and pop in later on and see if you get the boot upstairs." She suggests, making him nod in agreement. Not a bad idea really.

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Dreck leans against the counter as he waits for his Green Eye. A dipped coffee with a triple shot of espresso, it's also known as a triple death. Kind of a strong taste to it but he doesn't mind that much. He wasn't one of those people who claimed to like coffee but will only drink it if it's a shot of caffeine to a quarter bottle of creamer. That's just a waste really. Not to mention sick.

Coffee is meant to have a bitter taste, if you want sweetness but hot chocolate. Or pop. A milkshake. Things that are meant to be grossly sugary.

Looking over he happens upon he cute ginger who has been prancing around with the Gurus as of late. A new girl. Getting a tap on the shoulder, he exchanges his money for the drink as he stalks over, sliding in the table next to her.

He waited until she set down her device before turning to strike up conversation. "Hey, you're the exchange student at Kingdom Crest right?" He inquires with a warm smile. "I'm Dreck." He extends his hand slightly rough from all the beating they've done but not to abrasive to be disgusting to touch and look at.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon Jun 10, 2013 12:32 am

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Location: Sundano Residence--Knight Drive
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When her phone vibrated on her bed, Jessi scooped her up the mobile device a, not bothering to look at it until she had made her way out of her bedroom and into the hallways, the clicking of her heels alerting her mother, Claire, who she did not know had come home prior to her showering. Her steps slowed as she read the text message from Harley and she gave a little chuckle and eye roll at her risky words. Everyone knew that Jessi didn’t play little game, the dames were either with her or they weren’t, no in between. But she would play Harley’s little game just for the night and after that, she would give her an ultimatum, she didn’t have time to play “chase the blonde”, when she could be spending all her energy on other matters such as her music and street races
”Goin’ out, Jess?” Her mother’s voice called out from the living room after Jessica opened the front door. It made her pause for a second in slight astonishment, for her mother was never home from the hospital before seven in the evening. Backtracking, Jessi poked her head into the living room and gave her mother a smile who returned a tired one from the couch.
“Yes ma’am. I will be back in a few hours.”
“Don’t get into any trouble now. I can’t have you out here running around acting like a—“
“Mama. I will be back, don’t worry. I will behave myself.” Jessica said as she entered the living room to lean down and give her mother a light peck on the kiss to reassure her. She was rewarded with her a famous Claire huff and she smiled against her mother’s smooth ebony skin before removing her lips.
“Night, mama.” Jessica called out as she left out of the house, making sure to lock the top and bottom lock.
- - -
There was nothing like getting behind a set of wheels that had enough horse power to go all night, but it was even better when that set of wheels smoked the two arrogant bastards at the stop light that thought they could take Jessi. She literally laughed as she left them miles behind her as she turned onto the street of the gated community and she would have passed right by Harley if she didn’t see her familiar blonde haired female sitting on a skateboard near the curb.

Pressing her stiletto heel onto the brake, the car came to a abrupt halt just as she leaned over and opened the passenger door to her baby, to let the blonde skater in. A small flashed across Jessica’s exotic features, her pearly whites showing.
“Hey, bella. Needa ride?”

Subject: Just undress me now Mon Jun 10, 2013 1:05 am

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Location: Jessi's beast car
Thoughts: 'With what you're wearing...it's hard to control myself.'
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When Harley heard the roar of a cars engine coming her way, she braced herself for what monster Jessi would arrive in. It was, of course, a racer car that could probably speed down the road faster than Harley could even wrap her mind around. The roar of the engine actually reminded her of the sound waves made when they contacted the rough, flat sand beach. She felt herself already becoming attached to her car because of that, and again she wondered how attached she would let herself become to the driver of the car. She knew Jessi's reputation; she knew she would tear Harley apart before she could even ask for her to stay. The question that secured her doubts was 'Is it worth it?'
Harley shook her thoughts aside as she stood and smiled at Jessi. Harley swiped the dust that she may have collected from her skateboard onto her butt as she observed the outfit her date was wearing. She was dressed in skin tight clothing that not only embraced, but enhanced her beautiful curves. She was screaming sexual and seductive but in an effortless way. Harley suddenly felt like she put too much into her somewhat formal outfit and was slightly flustered because of it. Not that that changed anything, because the intimidating, sexy females presence made Harley flustered enough. Harley scooted herself into the small corridor of the muscle car and closed the door, looking Jessica straight in the eyes.
"I'm ready to go when you are. Nice car, by the way."

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon Jun 10, 2013 1:06 am

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Location: Home/Pauper Court
Thoughts: "Don't mind if I do."

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She did not have to tell him twice when requesting that he put his hands on her, but the affirmation only caused him to hold her even tighter than he had before, allowing himself to become lost in the passionate kissing and gentle fondling. He chuckled a her words, a sound that was merely a deep rumble within his chest as their lips were interlocked in vehement embrace.

Asher was overcome with yearning and insatiable desire as their touches became for fervent. With her fingers sneaking beneath the fabric of his shirt, he only kissed her all the more hungrily, savoring every bit of her delicate touch against his uncovered flesh. He liked where this was heading, very much so. A gentle groaned escaped his captured lips as he toyed with his gel tousled hair. It was invigorating and tortuous all the same. As she pulled his floccus sweater over his dark-haired head. Releasing a slight moan of compliance and anticipation, he grinned as he felt his bare skin being battered by the cool air that lingered within his a room, a pure antithesis to the heat that he was feeling within.

With Carmen's beautiful mouth occupying his own once more, he had not noticed that she had once again placed him on his back. He would had grinned impishly if it were not for the fact that her lips caught his own. A moan escaped him as her delicious tongue stroked his bare chest and all the way to button of his jeans. Carmen certainly knew the ways in which to arouse a man, that was certain. As his blue hues locked with her perfectly viridescent irises, he found himself wanting her more than he ever had before. Here she was, within his room, in his bed. And he could have her. There was a flame ignited within his body, his soul, and he wasn't sure he wanted to put it out. Gentle kisses near the waistband of his jeans sent him into a series of impure, venereal thoughts... Not that he truly cared that they were impure, but they were causing him a rather erotic form of tightness in a certain area of his jeans.

When her lips returned to his own, he shucked off her leather jacket with blatant disregard as he tossed it to the floor. He wanted any possible barrier between himself and her removed. Moving upright, he once again regained control, his body poised above hers. His deft hands snaked upwards along her thighs, preparing to remove her dress by merely pulling it over her beautiful face after locking her lips with his own. Suddenly, he felt his body come to s complete halt when Avery threw the door open.

Asher's eyes widened in utter horror and he quickly looked down at Carmen, too shocked and too riled to distance himself. Holy fucking shit, he thought.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed.

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Location: Home/Pauper Court
Thoughts: "Oh my god! I knew it!"

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Avery stood before her best friend and her bother locked in a rather intimate embrace. Her entire body felt as thought mobility was impossible, her limbs turned to stone. "Oh my... Fuck! I knew it," she cried out. She was more surprised than necessarily disgusted. It was indeed strange that her friend was in the middle of almost going all the way with her brother. She seemed to have removed himself and everything and now it looked as though Asher was attempted to pull her free from her dress.

"Um," she muttered apprehensively. "This is weird." It was only around four in evening an yet she had seen two incidents that probably were never meat for her now seemingly omniscient eyes. Would she never be free? Most journalists would be gyrating in ecstasy after seeing all the scandalous occurrences that she had beheld. Two good stories makes for two awkwardly bad situation for Avery. "I'll... just wait downstairs... And burn my eyes..."

With great haste, she closed the door behind her and sat on the small couch, rubbing her eyes as she hid her face in a pillow. These occurrences were awfully amusing. To an outsider. Who wasn't involved. First Issiah and now her own brother her best friend. Yikes...

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon Jun 10, 2013 2:36 am

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Location:Hallways-->Home

Thoughts:”So it begins.”

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Allowing the heavy silence to settle between them, Nazario simply locked his viridian gaze with her cinereal orbs, his brow faintly furrowing as he tried to get a feel for her emotions. There was no doubt as to the attraction that reflected back at him, but unlike himself, her moral compass wasn’t shattered by years of fighting and the one secret that threatened to unravel his sanity. No. That was behind him now. There was no reason to continue torturing himself for something that had happened in his youth, something that was deemed an accident.

The presence of her feminine hand on the underside of his toned forearm, made those retrospective demons vanish from his mind, his characteristic smile once again returning to his olive-toned features. His hand instinctively entwined itself deeper into her auburn locks as her lips slowly approached his own. It took everything in his power to keep himself from furthering his lustful intentions, choosing instead to savor the presence of her soft flesh against his own, teasing, tantalizing the sinews of his control.

As quickly as the kiss began, it was over. His brow furrowed at Leigh-Ann’s quickly retreating form, but he returned her grin, one of his hands running through his short, ebony locks as he shook his head in amusement.

“Lei sarà la mia morte,” he murmured, a heavenly staccato laugh leaving his throat as he continued to reflect on the display of passion he had just been a part of. If this was simply a teaser of what was to come, then he’d certainly be depending on defective ethics to guide his actions. There was no doubt what he desired, but he could only take as much as Leigh-Ann would give him, a fact he’d learned to accept long ago when they became friends.

Readjusting his bag over his shoulder, he headed home to get ready for his dinner date, trying to imagine what plans Leigh-Ann had in store for him.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon Jun 10, 2013 3:56 pm

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Location: 62442 Laynton Place, 15th Avenue
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The moment Harley slipped into the passenger seat of Jessi’s ride, the mixed beauty raised an eyebrow in admiration of the blonde’s outfit—well actually what the outfit was showing. Jessica was a sucker for long legs, and it was a plus to see Harley’s since the athletic babe kept in such good shape, giving her legs a defined look. Turning to face the road, Jessica shook her head—the spiral curls that sat up top her head bouncing in union. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it as she turned her intense gaze back to the attractive blonde, her smoldering eyes caressing the exposed skin that her fingers wished to touch.
“You get in my car looking like that, and that’s all you say?” Jessica retorted before tearing her eyes away from Harley for a second time—if she kept looking her way there was no telling if they would make it to the party or not. Putting the car in gear, she pressed down on the gas with a light foot as she maneuvered the car do an illegal U-turn in the middle of the street, not even bothering to see if anyone was watching her.
Before she pulled out to execute a left turn, she let her eyes wandered over the bronze beauty sitting beside her, giving her body one more look over with lustful eyes. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, Jessi held it there as her upper pearly whites bit down into the flesh lightly. Once she released her bottom lip from her capture, she gave a soft chuckle with a shake of her head as she already set her mind to achieving one goal—unzipping the backing to that little black dress so she could take a gander at what laid underneath—for a second time.

”Nice dress.” A teasing voice said as the car jerked out after passing traffic and sped down the road to the large community of the rich and famous of Kingdom Crest. Pulling up at the gate, Jessica rolled down her car window as one of the guards came to driver’s side. Once he looked into the car, a smile was plastered on the young guard’s face.
”Look who we got here He said as he leaned his arms onto the car door, peering further in to see who was in the pass anger side, but his attempt was stopped by a palm to his face, mushing him back from the car.
”One. Don’t touch my car. Two. Don’t look at my date. Now open the gate before I let your employees know what you like to do with your weekend nights.” The color from his face drained as she backed up, muttering underneath his breath as he made his way back to the small little station at the front of the gated community.
The iron-wrought gates opened as Jessica looked over to Harley and flashed her smile just before she entered the community of the rich and decadent, the gates closing behind her baby blue mustang. It didn’t take long to find Frey’s house, it was closer to the front that she expected and there were already a few cars there. Pulling up behind one of them, Jessica put her car in park and cut the ignition.
”Here we are. This party be hype.” Jessica said more to herself than to Harley as she opened her door and placed on stiletto heel onto the ground, the sight of her stunning legs causing a few people who were approaching the large home to stop and stare to see who the inviting long legs belonged to.

Subject: Re: [RP]Labeled Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:21 pm

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Location: Frey's House
Time for a partay
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I'm so beautiful:

Location: Home
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I tried..I did:

It wasn't long before people started coming over to the house. Freyjakiu's home phone was ringing and ringing over and over again with the guards informing her of who was on their way over. As more and more people showed up, Freyjakiu changed the music from explicit rock and roll to even more explicit rap and pop. It was somewhat of an open party - she didn't care who showed up, as long as they were going to behave themselves (as much as they could while being at a party.) The couch was crammed with teenagers, both sober and slightly dazed. Freyjakiu wasn't one to party, she enjoyed overseeing what was happening; hosting was the best role for her. Walking around and checking out the well being of the party attendees, passing out mini snack foods and keeping an eye out for messes around the house, she did have her hands full. However, she did have some time to greet guests at the door when they came in and dance for a while with some friends. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Especially Leighton. Cradling a can of soda, he danced around with various girls at a time, never really actually focusing on one specific one. He looked around the room and for some reason, despite the loud ear-splitting music, he managed to hear the door open. He turned away from the girl he was dancing with, a somewhat skinny-looking blonde who, from the smell of it, took a bath in perfume rather than in water. Moving away from her reeking stench, Leighton saw a leggy brunette step into the house. He recognized both those locks and those legs anywhere. Before anyone else could go up to the Musician leader, Leighton sprinted up to her with a smile. "Madame Sundano, how do you do this fine evening?" He glanced somewhat behind her and saw that Harley was not too far behind. "How rude of me! Madame Jones, this is your date I presume?" He grinned mischievously as he bowed to both the women in front of him.

Subject: Back off, she's mine. Mon Jun 10, 2013 6:41 pm

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Location: 62242 Laynton Place, 15th Avenue (A.K.A Frey's Party)
Thoughts: 'Leighton better keep his hands away...'
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Harley's grin turned a mischievous shade as she heard Jessi's comment on her outfit. It had instantly boosted up her ego. The car ride was filled with the both of them checking the other out in admiration. Harley saw Jessica bite her lip out of the corner of her eye, and memories had flushed through Harley in an instant. She remembered that it was a small, quirky habit that Jessi had when she was having sexual thoughts. As this passed through Harley's mind, she could feel a heated blush creep up into her cheeks and neck. The tight, enclosed space of Jessi's baby was starting to feel too much for Harley to handle because her mind took an imaginative turn and started to fantasize about what the two of them could do in that enclosed space. Her dirty thoughts were interrupted by Jessica's entrapping and teasing comment about her dress. Harley smirked in response and choose not to comment. Even if she had tried, her tongue was gripped by sexual desires and she doubted she could even get a word out.
She let her eyes travel outside the window to watch as they pulled up to Frey's community. It was a quiet, peaceful place that she wouldn't mind skating her board all over. If the party turned out to be a drag she would definitely entertain the thought of doing so. Harley also let her eyes stay outside while she heard Jessi banter with the guard. It was rather comical and Harley had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Harley also let her eyes travel along with Jessi as she left the vehicle and demanded the attention of everyone around her.
A small sigh escaped Harley's lips as she followed close behind her, feeling more like a small puppy than a close friend. But she wouldn't let that ruin her evening, nor would she let the lanky, smartass that approached them ruin it either.
But Harley kept her mouth quiet as she heard Leighton's question, knowing that Jessica would probably have an answer for it far better than Harley could ever imagine. But her slender hand reached up to gently place itself upon Jessi in a somewhat territorial manner. Back off Leighton, she thought to herself. This ebony goddess is mine.
She let her eyes scan the party and they focused on a nearby alcohol display. Harley's mouth smirked as she thought, I'll only have a couple of beers to loosen up.