Post by dee. on Jun 30, 2010 21:14:38 GMT -5
Name: Dee, Dani, Elle, Danielle or Grell. ;]
Age: Sixteen.
Experience: Forty years. YEAH, YOU HEARD ME. :v
How you found us: lul. emails brought me back. and seth, cause he’s a CUTIEFACE.
Role play Sample:
He said: kjsdngjhbl I REFUSE TO READ THINGS. who do you think i am!? :v
Age: Sixteen.
Experience: Forty years. YEAH, YOU HEARD ME. :v
How you found us: lul. emails brought me back. and seth, cause he’s a CUTIEFACE.
Role play Sample:
It was late. The sun had set hours ago and the mild breeze gave testament to this. There were no sun-kissed pinks and oranges left from Aurora’s fingertips in the sky now, only the Moon, all aglow in her nightly radiance, reaching across the stars for her lover. Those same stars twinkled heavenly, softly piercing the sky’s blanketing dark. But it was a sky like any other night; those same multicolored, celestial bodies exploding light-years away from Earth. It could only be mesmerizing for so long. Too many works of literature and art strayed into the vast abyss of the sky. And for a population that knew all too well what lay beyond those stars, it wasn’t as compelling as it once was..
But this was all far below the stars, away from the trials and tribulations of space and all its inhabitants. Not too far from Starfleet Academy, however, where strapping young men and women learned to face all those things that lurked within black holes and beyond. Within the confines of an assortment of manmade materials stood our own strapping, young man, amidst a hoard of bodies touching, moving in time to the beat that thumped over speakers at a generally unheard of volume for the bar. Drinks held aloft, sloshing melodically in glasses over their heads, eyes closed in dazed states of euphoria or open to scan the crowds. Sweating young bodies dancing wistfully, hardly thinking of the morning that would come in only hours or the bills falling out of their wallets for a good drink. Nothing seemed to matter here.
The Frenchman stood slightly away from all of this, which was very uncharacteristic being one who reveled in the nightlife. Tapping a fine-shoed foot to the music barely recognizable now, he let his grey-blue eyes scan the people around him. Although he owned a uniform that could’ve gotten him a discount on the lavender colored, slushy drink he held in his grasp, he had decided to keep it at home. Safe from any spilled fluids, liquor or of the more human sort and tucked into a closet. He’d decided on something a bit more casual. Jeans, converse, dress shirt, jacket; life couldn’t get much more simple in terms of fashion. But really, he never thought himself needing much in terms of clothing to attract whatever he sought. Now, all of the items were pressed and polished, as he wasn’t one to go out in anything less than perfect. He only thought his god-given features were enough to do it for him. And, in most cases, he was right.
Lifting the glass to his lips, he drank the final sip of whatever he had been working on for the past few minutes and let it slip down to the nearest table, uncaring of if it was occupied or not. He’d caught the eye of a particularly alluring female across the room and was hinting at the find with a trademark smirk, chin up and eyes flashing towards her. Soft blonde locks, falling around her shoulders and face in loose waves, highlighted with some sun-kissed color on her cheeks. The girl returned the look, mocking a kiss in the air at him with slick, glossy lips. The way she moved oozed assertiveness, nothing shy or cold about her. From that curiously tempting gesture to the warm, alcohol induced sway she gave when she stepped, heels clicking, off towards him.
Leaning on the back of a chair as she did so, eyeing this woman up and down in the most obvious manner he could manage, she found him, a freshly manicured hand lifting to brush down the side of his cheek, nails scratching the stubble there. He gave her a chuckle, catching the hand softly in his and bringing it up, standing straighter to twirl her around in place. Breathing softly against her ear, he spoke in a peculiarly heavy tone.
“Ma cheri, I think you’ve caught the wrong meaning in my eyes. Go back to your corner, now.”
The slap could’ve well been heard for miles if the music wasn’t so loud. And with the girl stomping back to where she had came, nose up in the air in an obviously displeased state, Monsieur Adrien Bontecou, Ensign on the USS Enterprise folded his hands across his chest and leaned back on the chair as he had been before, giving smirking looks to anyone that stared at him for the prior entertainment for the night, all smiles.
He said: kjsdngjhbl I REFUSE TO READ THINGS. who do you think i am!? :v
