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Post by tristin pearson. on Dec 9, 2009 23:22:44 GMT -6
friday night!
yay.
this was just ophelia harmon's ideal time. six thirty on a friday evening meant one thing: she was gonna go out and get totally fucked up! and it was going to be awesome. although the downtown apartment she shared with her twenty-six year old babysitter elder brother, grayson, was virtually spotless (thanks to gray's own stickler rules), ophelia herself was pretty much just one big walking mess. but.. whatever. she didn't give a fuck. more important to her right now, was pulling a pair of run-covered tights on under those stupid sparkly black sequin shorts. though they had just the kind of "rock-star" look lia happened to show off all the time, the state of the tights was honestly just due to carelessness and the fact that lia didn't give a damn if her tights had runs in them or not. she was too high to care, really. watching herself in the mirror, lia pulled on a black leather jacket, weird, high heeled lace-up boots, grabbed her shit, and was really to roll.
now, she just had to get past gray. stepping daintily through the (unfortunately) hardwood-floored apartment, she followed the sound of bluegrass instruments into the big room that grayson and his stupid gay bandmate, charlie, had taken over. upon entering, charlie gave her a half-hearted, friendly grin. he'd been trying to win her over for a while. charlie wasn't really the kind of person that just.. didn't get along with people. but lia was. she scowled at him.
"whatever, fag,
[/color]" was her clever response to his outreach of kindness. " gray, i'm leaving. forever. remember to have me cremated.[/color]" he shouted arguments and threats at her from the studio as lia walked towards the door, but she was pretty certain that he, as always, would really just be too busy with his music to actually stop her and stir up a big fight. he didn't care about her well-being that much. besides, for ophelia, that was a pretty normal good-bye. she'd be back, hungover and depressed, at noon or so the next day. alright. gettin' pretty close to gametime. because it was freezing outside, and lia had made the wise choice to show of those cute little legs of hers and not wear pants, she hailed a taxi. she directed it to the home of adelaide d'aubigne, aka "addie's place". lia was pretty sure the psycho blonde had moved to japan or something, but.. whatever. maybe someone else was throwing a big blow-out bash in her empty flat. lia didn't really care. upon entering the flat, ophelia was welcomed with huge masses of sweaty bodies drinking booze from cheap, red plastic cups. awesome. just her kind of place. lia snagged a full cup from someone and downed half of it, repeated that about four and a half more times, and then was really ready to go. she saw addie, told her she was surprised she was still around, that she didn't care anyway, and made the rounds a few more times. then, addie found her again, and told her she had some british guy for lia to meet. ophelia didn't care. but she met him anyway. he was tall, weird looking, and really skinny. like a freaky awkward british male model. it was kind of hot. " yeah. i'm lia.[/color]" she said, in agreement with the drunken introductions adelaide had just performed. when the blonde bounced off, stumbling into several people on her way, ophelia raised an eyebrow at the kid. " who are you, again?[/color][/justify][/sup] STATUS , done.
WORDS , ..too many, probably. but it's a starting one for me.. so.. that's why. YOU, LITTLE MISSY, NEED TO TONE IT DOWN. I WILL TEACH YOU TO POST SHORT POSTS. IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO, I SWEAR I WILL.
MUSIC , get behind me, santa! by sufjan stevens.
TAGGED , tristin sexyballs pearson.
OUTFIT , as described. too lazy to polyvore it~.
NOTES , nomnomnom. i'm glad he's not played by footface anymore. :D
CREDITS , JACQUI FO' DA TEMPLATE. since i know you would have had a stroke if i didn't say that. HA. RIGHT. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/left] [/font][/size][/font] |
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Post by ophelia harmon. on Dec 22, 2009 11:08:44 GMT -6
friday night!
yay.
this was just ophelia harmon's ideal time. six thirty on a friday evening meant one thing: she was gonna go out and get totally fucked up! and it was going to be awesome. although the downtown apartment she shared with her twenty-six year old babysitter elder brother, grayson, was virtually spotless (thanks to gray's own stickler rules), ophelia herself was pretty much just one big walking mess. but.. whatever. she didn't give a fuck. more important to her right now, was pulling a pair of run-covered tights on under those stupid sparkly black sequin shorts. though they had just the kind of "rock-star" look lia happened to show off all the time, the state of the tights was honestly just due to carelessness and the fact that lia didn't give a damn if her tights had runs in them or not. she was too high to care, really. watching herself in the mirror, lia pulled on a black leather jacket, weird, high heeled lace-up boots, grabbed her shit, and was really to roll.
now, she just had to get past gray. stepping daintily through the (unfortunately) hardwood-floored apartment, she followed the sound of bluegrass instruments into the big room that grayson and his stupid gay bandmate, charlie, had taken over. upon entering, charlie gave her a half-hearted, friendly grin. he'd been trying to win her over for a while. charlie wasn't really the kind of person that just.. didn't get along with people. but lia was. she scowled at him.
"whatever, fag,
[/color]" was her clever response to his outreach of kindness. " gray, i'm leaving. forever. remember to have me cremated.[/color]" he shouted arguments and threats at her from the studio as lia walked towards the door, but she was pretty certain that he, as always, would really just be too busy with his music to actually stop her and stir up a big fight. he didn't care about her well-being that much. besides, for ophelia, that was a pretty normal good-bye. she'd be back, hungover and depressed, at noon or so the next day. alright. gettin' pretty close to gametime. because it was freezing outside, and lia had made the wise choice to show of those cute little legs of hers and not wear pants, she hailed a taxi. she directed it to the home of adelaide d'aubigne, aka "addie's place". lia was pretty sure the psycho blonde had moved to japan or something, but.. whatever. maybe someone else was throwing a big blow-out bash in her empty flat. lia didn't really care. upon entering the flat, ophelia was welcomed with huge masses of sweaty bodies drinking booze from cheap, red plastic cups. awesome. just her kind of place. lia snagged a full cup from someone and downed half of it, repeated that about four and a half more times, and then was really ready to go. she saw addie, told her she was surprised she was still around, that she didn't care anyway, and made the rounds a few more times. then, addie found her again, and told her she had some british guy for lia to meet. ophelia didn't care. but she met him anyway. he was tall, weird looking, and really skinny. like a freaky awkward british male model. it was kind of hot. " yeah. i'm lia.[/color]" she said, in agreement with the drunken introductions adelaide had just performed. when the blonde bounced off, stumbling into several people on her way, ophelia raised an eyebrow at the kid. " who are you, again?[/color][/justify][/sup] STATUS , done.
WORDS , ..too many, probably. but it's a starting one for me.. so.. that's why. YOU, LITTLE MISSY, NEED TO TONE IT DOWN. I WILL TEACH YOU TO POST SHORT POSTS. IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO, I SWEAR I WILL.
MUSIC , get behind me, santa! by sufjan stevens.
TAGGED , tristin sexyballs pearson.
OUTFIT , as described. too lazy to polyvore it~.
NOTES , ...... FUCK. CHECK YOUR PMZ.
CREDITS , JACQUI FO' DA TEMPLATE. since i know you would have had a stroke if i didn't say that. HA. RIGHT. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/left] [/font][/size][/font] |
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Post by tristin pearson. on Dec 23, 2009 3:32:22 GMT -6
oh fuck. he’d been sure that when the batshit blonde had left him alone she would be gone for good, or at least long enough so that he would be able to get out of this crowded flat where it was barely possible to move. his dark eyes focused on the tiled floor, hoping she wouldn’t recognize him, yet it became apparent addie had been looking for him anyway. behind her was a dazed brunette who looked as though she’d been hit by a bus. that was the definition of a hot mess, being dragged along almost unwillingly by the tanned hand of adelaide d’aubigne.
in all honesty, he didn’t expect anything other than the slurred introductions given by the blonde who soon after stumbled off into the crowd. subtly, tristin glanced at the girl standing in front of him before downing the rest of whatever the fuck was in his cup. she was the exact opposite of who melanie pearson wanted her son to hang around with. excellent. it didn’t really occur to tristin that the girl was a little…off, something made her seem more attractive than the other girls in the room.
“who are you, again?”
yep, definitely the opposite of what his mother liked. she’d have a fit if she saw this girl, most likely asking why she was dressed so strangely for starters. oh well, she could pull it off and tristin had a feeling she wouldn’t care if people commented on her style, especially people like his mother. fuck parents, they were useless anyway.
“um, tristin.” he told her plainly, trying to evaluate (in a completely non suss way) whether or not she was going to do an addie and jump him. yet a few seconds later she was still standing there, eyebrow raised and looking at him like he was diseased or something. “lia right?”
so his accent automatically made him look like a stuck up douche who couldn’t get wasted if his life depended on it. why the fuck didn’t he stay in england and go back to that tight ass boarding school where there was the “secret” drug selling going on. oh right, sophie. because he always listened to his fucking sister these days. if he was still that pain in the ass brother, tristin would still probably be in england right now and not standing in front of a skinny brunette whom he had to admit, was pretty hot but she probably wouldn’t fuck him if he was the last male on earth.
“so is your friend always like that? or just when she’s drunk?”
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