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Post by BAILEY REESE DANVERS on Apr 18, 2010 17:40:29 GMT
Well holy shit. It was the first time in a long time that Bailz hadn't woken up with some type of company, whether male or female. The girl just didn't know what to do with herself. Lately it seemed she could always find someone up for a little fooling around. Sitting up in bed, she wrapped the covers tighter around herself before she finally threw the covers back and climbed out. Chill bumps formed on her arms, the tank top and boy shorts she sported was just slightly cold for her first thing in the morning. Walking over to her fan, she switched it off. It had been a habit of hers for a long time to have a fan on at night. The noise always comforted her and made it easier to sleep. Plus, Bailz was a firm believer that the silence was just too damned loud.
Slowly walking over to her dressed, she picked out an outfit for the day, of course something slutty. The girl really didn't have anything that wasn't. Her wardrobe consisted of tank tops, short shorts, tight jeans and skirts. Taking her belongs, she went to get a shower. A nice, warm, long shower to start the day off right. Hopefully. After finishing, she brushed and fixed her hair, did her makeup and got dressed. When leaving her dorm room she had to decide where she was going to go and what she was going to do. The fact that she didn't have a guy to do kinda blew her mind in a way. Oh well. Maybe she could find a new boy toy to mess around with. If all went well before the day was over, she would.
Making her way to the gym, she pulled open the doors and walked inside. It was empty. No surprise there really. Walking over to the bleachers on her right, she climbed to the very top, laid across them and stared at the ceiling. Life was boring when you didn't have something to do. Or rather, someone to do. Eventually someone would come along to help Bailz occupy her time, they'd make out and then have sex in the gym. Oh what a lovely thought.
[[ Craig Jace ]]
[[ three six nine ]]
[[ ahh. i love my bailz ]]
[[ click me ]]
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Post by CRAIG JACE SUTHERLAND on Apr 18, 2010 19:20:45 GMT
  The Guilt's No Good[/color] AND THE TRUTHS THAT WE ALL TRY TO HIDE [/font] ARE SO MUCH CLEARER WHEN IT'S NOT OUR LIVES He woke up, silently stepping out of bed to avoid waking mainly his paranoid roommate. He slept in a simple t-shirt and jeans that he was now going to get out of. The question was to shower before or after he went to the gym. The gym was sweaty, open, empty space that he was free to do any type of activity in. He hadn't played any sports in a while but he thought he might as well. It was morning and he had yet to be hungry. So, why not? It was worth it.
He decided to grab a pair of black jeans and a simple red tank top. Leaving on the chain with one wing hanging from it, he took a quick shower. Out of the shower, grabbing his backpack with its usual contents, he quickly walked out of the room. His hair remained wet, parted to the left. Why not? He was only going to get sweaty and in need of another shower anyways.
In his backpack he kept his phone, notebook, stolen Zune, a tie, and a "nice" shirt, just in case he actually needed to go somewhere...nice? He really didn't know why he had it. Pulling out his Zune, he walked to the gymnasium.
At the gymnasium he immediately opened the doors and set his backpack down near the wall. He ignored his surroundings and the music blasting in his ears helped immensely. Walking across the gym to a faded white door, he opened it and grabbed the basketball with the most air. Of course it was crappy like everything else in this place but he would make it work. As long as it bounced properly, it'd be okay. Slamming the door he bounced the basketball back over to the hoop nearest his bag. Starting to run around with it, playing by himself, he made basket after basket, only to miss one or two of course. He wasn't the biggest athlete but like a lot of other males, he knew what he was doing. Therefore, he was able to mess around by himself.
Craig had left his glasses in his backpack in fear of them falling off. WHEN WE DON'T FACE THE BLAME And It Only Shames Us More
Word Count: 361
Notes: Sorry it took like forever.
Lyrics: "Here Me Now" Framing Hanley
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Post by BAILEY REESE DANVERS on Apr 18, 2010 21:02:46 GMT
Bailey hadn't been there long when she heard the doors to the gym open. Hallelujah. Someone was here to keep her company. Hopefully that someone was male and one Bailz considered to be cute. With her luck though, she wouldn't think him attractive in the least little way. When she looked up he had disappeared for a moment but had soon after reappeared again. Oh, he was hot. Oh, thank goodness. To say Bailz was going a little nuts without sex would have been an understatement. She could barely function without it. Bailz just kind of observed him for a while, not making her presence in the gym known. She liked to spy on people before she showed herself. Which pissed a few people off but it wasn't like Bailz cared any.
Eventually, she made her way down the bleachers, taking show, easy strides in his direction. Slowly, she walked to the side of where the basketball goal was. She didn't wanna take a chance of getting hit with a ball. Smiling just a little, Bailz signature smile that worked on every guy that she had used it on so far, "You're pretty good." The simple approach. Most times Bailz would come on strong but she sensed that slow and steady might win the race with this one. As she stood before him, she checked him out. Trying to make it not so obvious wasn't Bailz thing so she knew that once she started looking him up and down, he'd know what she was doing.
Adverting her eyes to his face again, the small smile still plastered on hers, she awaited his response to her statement as well as to her presence in the gym with him. Though most people didn't like being disturbed, quite frankily he had been the one to disturb her. Though she hadn't really been visible to him, he still had disturbed her. Not like she was making good enough use for the gym anyways. Holy shit, Bailz. Stop thinking so much. Fuck.
[[ Craig Jace ]]
[[ three three seven ]]
[[ ahh. i love my bailz ]]
[[ click me ]]
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Post by CRAIG JACE SUTHERLAND on Apr 19, 2010 2:10:36 GMT
The Guilt's No Good [/color] AND THE TRUTHS THAT WE ALL TRY TO HIDE [/font] ARE SO MUCH CLEARER WHEN IT'S NOT OUR LIVES
Music continued to blast in his ears. He wouldn't have even noticed her annoying presence if it wasn't for the fact that an ear bud fell out. Oh, great. It was some type of slut. He needed to be careful before her syphilis could get any closer. Who knew what kind of diseases she had on her body. Gross.
He stopped, pulling out both ear buds as the ball fell from the basket. It bounced a bit and started to roll away. He tried to breathe evenly, having to stop soon in worry of an asthma attack. He was good at this sport? She needed to find better ways to flirt. Something more creative. He showed no boundaries in checking her out. But for Craig, they were perverted and non perverted reasons. Her body was alright to him. Kinda hot, kinda not. He wasn't interested in interacting with whores. Well, her at least. His virginity was all his until he found the right girl. So he wasn't quite sure why she approached him.
He wasn't going to tell her what he thought of her just yet. She was lucky he was more focused on breathing. "And?" he scratched the back of his head a bit, giving her the look of boredom. Her smile technique wouldn't work on him. He checked her out and there was nothing special. Depending on what she did or said next, he'd tell her straight up to get away from him. But he was being patient. Might as well entertain himself. Why not?
Craig wrapped the headphones around the Zune, just blinking within the short moment. He might have been judging the girl to roughly but it's not like he cared. If he really wanted to mess around with a girl like her, he would have lost his virginity a while ago. The one word response to her was already his first sign of not really being interested.
WHEN WE DON'T FACE THE BLAME And It Only Shames Us More
Word Count: 316
Notes: I tried to finish before bed...-.-"
Lyrics: "Here Me Now" Framing Hanley
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