Post by arya on Jan 9, 2008 18:46:29 GMT -5
Name: Arya
Age: 17
Experience: 5 years
How you found us: Neopets
Role play Sample:
Club Pogo. It was an interesting name for a club, though most of the people who came didn’t stop to ponder on things like that. When one thought Pogo they typically thought of the kid’s toy that went up and down with oscillating engery, but from the looks of it, there were no kids in this club, no jumping up and down, and definitely no oscillation of energy. It seemed that people weren’t loosing any energy as the clock moved well passed 1 in the morning. It seemed like the name Pogo was simply picked for the fact that it was a cool name, or something silly like that. But as I said, most people don’t sit around to contemplate things like this.
Even at one in the morning, people still poured into the club, an occasional young one getting turned away, with a disappointed look on his or her face, but more often than not, the underage ones slid in unnoticed. Not like it really mattered, most would get lost in the crowd and as long as they were paying customers no one seemed to care. The bar seemed to be overflowing with girls and guys a like, but no one was really eating. Most of the menus lay discarded along the smooth antique bar, very few lay in the neat pile where they had been at the beginning of the night. The various bartenders ran from place to place, trying to serve all of the guests in a frantic frenzy. Oh yes, Club Pogo was certainly the hottest place to be tonight, and we haven’t even gotten to the dance floor.
Neon lights danced across a mass of bodies as music roared through the vast club. The floor shook from the loud vibrations of the ground along with the pounding of countless feed against the ground. It was a surprise anyone could hear the voices of their friends or anyone else for that matter. Music rang in hundreds of ears, fueling seductive and sexual movements. Bodies collided in the confusion of the floor and sweat poured from various bodies. Intimacy passed through pairs of dancers as their bodies gravitated closer, bumping and grinding and touching without any regret. Such was an average weekend night at a club like this.
Towards the center of the club was the subject of much attention. A young woman, barely 22, found herself surrounded by quite a few healthy young males. At the moment a tall blonde had the privilege of honoring her with a dance. His hands on her waist she moved against him in her seductive manners. On her face was a look of pure delight though in reality the whole thing was beginning to bore her. Where was the challenge? Where was the fun? Half of these guys were simply drooling over her and it just wasn’t fun any more. As the song came to an end, she parted with him and shooed the other guys away, quickly rejoined by her friends. She needed a break and maybe some time to find something more fulfilling than having a few guys drooling over her and begging her for a bit of fun for the night. Don’t get her wrong, she loved one night stands, but more when they were challenging and the guys didn’t follow her around for the next few days like love sick puppies, but it seemed right about now that that was all she was about to get.
Smiling softly, she shook those thoughts out of her mind as she took the Long Island Ice tea that she’d ordered from her friend. Sipping casually on the drink she continued to dance, long, curled, auburn locks tossing from one side to another. Her unique facial features seemed to draw attention even from the girls as she danced. Soft lines defined her perfect skin and bright, thin lips shaped into a grin. Stunning almond shaped blue eyes peered out from behind long eye lashes. Thin eyebrows moved with every facial expression she made.
Not only did the Sam’s facial features attract attention, but also her clothes. It would appear that she was dressed to attract as much attention as possible. Her tall thin frame was adorned with clothes to accentuate her best features. A short jean skirt barely covered even a forth of her long legs and was dangerously close to revealing things if she should bend over. A pink tube top stopped just short of her bellybutton, hugging her womanly curves and nicely formed breasts while at the same time making her look stomach look as flat as it really was. Silver heels made her look even taller as she moved across the dance floor, laughing and chuckling. No one seemed to be faded by the time, especially Sam, who was still determined to find a guy who actually met her high standards.
||It's really old... I lost my other ones.||
Age: 17
Experience: 5 years
How you found us: Neopets
Role play Sample:
Club Pogo. It was an interesting name for a club, though most of the people who came didn’t stop to ponder on things like that. When one thought Pogo they typically thought of the kid’s toy that went up and down with oscillating engery, but from the looks of it, there were no kids in this club, no jumping up and down, and definitely no oscillation of energy. It seemed that people weren’t loosing any energy as the clock moved well passed 1 in the morning. It seemed like the name Pogo was simply picked for the fact that it was a cool name, or something silly like that. But as I said, most people don’t sit around to contemplate things like this.
Even at one in the morning, people still poured into the club, an occasional young one getting turned away, with a disappointed look on his or her face, but more often than not, the underage ones slid in unnoticed. Not like it really mattered, most would get lost in the crowd and as long as they were paying customers no one seemed to care. The bar seemed to be overflowing with girls and guys a like, but no one was really eating. Most of the menus lay discarded along the smooth antique bar, very few lay in the neat pile where they had been at the beginning of the night. The various bartenders ran from place to place, trying to serve all of the guests in a frantic frenzy. Oh yes, Club Pogo was certainly the hottest place to be tonight, and we haven’t even gotten to the dance floor.
Neon lights danced across a mass of bodies as music roared through the vast club. The floor shook from the loud vibrations of the ground along with the pounding of countless feed against the ground. It was a surprise anyone could hear the voices of their friends or anyone else for that matter. Music rang in hundreds of ears, fueling seductive and sexual movements. Bodies collided in the confusion of the floor and sweat poured from various bodies. Intimacy passed through pairs of dancers as their bodies gravitated closer, bumping and grinding and touching without any regret. Such was an average weekend night at a club like this.
Towards the center of the club was the subject of much attention. A young woman, barely 22, found herself surrounded by quite a few healthy young males. At the moment a tall blonde had the privilege of honoring her with a dance. His hands on her waist she moved against him in her seductive manners. On her face was a look of pure delight though in reality the whole thing was beginning to bore her. Where was the challenge? Where was the fun? Half of these guys were simply drooling over her and it just wasn’t fun any more. As the song came to an end, she parted with him and shooed the other guys away, quickly rejoined by her friends. She needed a break and maybe some time to find something more fulfilling than having a few guys drooling over her and begging her for a bit of fun for the night. Don’t get her wrong, she loved one night stands, but more when they were challenging and the guys didn’t follow her around for the next few days like love sick puppies, but it seemed right about now that that was all she was about to get.
Smiling softly, she shook those thoughts out of her mind as she took the Long Island Ice tea that she’d ordered from her friend. Sipping casually on the drink she continued to dance, long, curled, auburn locks tossing from one side to another. Her unique facial features seemed to draw attention even from the girls as she danced. Soft lines defined her perfect skin and bright, thin lips shaped into a grin. Stunning almond shaped blue eyes peered out from behind long eye lashes. Thin eyebrows moved with every facial expression she made.
Not only did the Sam’s facial features attract attention, but also her clothes. It would appear that she was dressed to attract as much attention as possible. Her tall thin frame was adorned with clothes to accentuate her best features. A short jean skirt barely covered even a forth of her long legs and was dangerously close to revealing things if she should bend over. A pink tube top stopped just short of her bellybutton, hugging her womanly curves and nicely formed breasts while at the same time making her look stomach look as flat as it really was. Silver heels made her look even taller as she moved across the dance floor, laughing and chuckling. No one seemed to be faded by the time, especially Sam, who was still determined to find a guy who actually met her high standards.
||It's really old... I lost my other ones.||
