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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 21, 2010 15:18:14 GMT -5
 NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Staring at the ceiling of her room in New York Eileen couldn’t believe she was spending time in her parents’ house. But of course her parents weren’t there, they were too busy working and running from place to place to care about her daughter being there. Eileen didn’t care about that but she couldn’t believe how she had given in when her mother asked for her to spend Christmas in New York with them, maybe it was the curiosity or that she was wanting to prove they hadn’t changed what had made her say yes and take a plane there. New York was… very much like Washington but with taller buildings and tons of people. Her mother chauffeur went to pick her on the airport, she had and important appointment she couldn’t cancel and then she ate alone because her father was still working and her mother was still doing whatever she had to do. She hadn’t take it bad, she was so used to it she just enjoyed having the house all for her and explore a little without people at her back.
Sneaking out of the house wasn’t a problem for Eileen, but deciding what to wear was another thing. Her plans for that night were going partying and as far as she was concerned she didn’t care where. She had heard about some clubs she may go try out and luckily she will find someone to spend the night with and get herself drunk our of her mind. She went for a nude Lace tutu dress with a rag and bone leather biker jacket and her TAO boots. She went to her jewelry box and took her necklaces. Picking her bag with her keys, her cigarettes, her lipstick and various objects in there she sneaked out. The cold hit her when she set her foot on the street, grabbing a taxi she gave him a random direction of the last club she had been, she knew near it there was another one people liked to go and it was quite hardcore, just her thing. She hadn’t been very excited about going to New York to visit her parents but now she didn’t regret it, in Washington there weren’t parties like the ones in the big city and she always had places to go have fun and people just like her.
Christmas lights were ready to be switched on… wherever she looked around there was always something that reminded her of Christmas. She hated that time of the year when people were supposed to be with family and there she was, partying alone around city and that was the way it was going to be until she was ready to come back home. The taxi stopped and she paid it getting out and watching people waiting on queue to enter the place. Instead of going to the queue she walked down the street, there was this club she wanted to go and it was just a few blocks away. She was avoiding people in the street, all of them dressed up and most of them already drunk, and she would have continue minding her own business if it wasn’t because she heard something that called her attention in a near alley. Eileen was curious and she wasn’t afraid, danger was nothing to her so she walked without hesitation to where she had heard the noise.
"whatever your saying here."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
TEMPLATE BY LOS ANGELES PRIDE?! OF CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by JASPER LEE BUREAU on Nov 21, 2010 22:44:53 GMT -5
So there Jasper was, standing there performing as a handful of New Yorkers (and probably some tourists) crowded around him to hear the sweet soulful sound that was coming out of his saxophone. Even though he was freezing his ass off, due to his limited layers of clothing, he was determined to make the best out of it. That was one thing he loved about living in New York, and that was the people (at least a reasonable amount of them). From what Jasper had observed ever since he lived here, people appreciate the good music, and good music was what he wanted to give them. Jasper spent at least 2 straight hours performing out in the cold for the sake of living…and his passion of music. But of course, every musician has to struggle. Once the crowd slowly faded away, a group of young aristocrat brats came and snatched all his effort away by bagging his money from his saxophone case. Jasper was beginning to really hate Christmas.
After packing his things, with only little money left from his performance, Jasper shoved both his fists into his pockets of his blazer with rage, and started walking aimlessly around the city whilst cursing under his breath. Little did he know, he was going to bump into those bastards who took his money as Jasper saw them walking not too far in front of him. Jasper followed them, until he saw an alleyway which was not too far away from where the bastards were standing. With that, he yelled out to them, “ Hey!” with anger. They group stopped to see who it was, but Jasper continued to walk closer to them so that they could take another good look of him. “ Hey look who it is! The guy who likes to blow.” said one of them, with a hair that looked like Ken, very waxed out and blonde. Even though his appearance almost made Jasper vomit to his face, Jasper continued to close in the gap between them. “Hey what’s up dude?! You got a problem?” said the other, who Jasper assumed was the leader of the bratty bunch. This guy was making the situation too easy for Jasper. “ You tell me.” Jasper blurted out with his dark accent. “Give me my money.” he continued, his posture remained in front of the two bratty bunch. The leader of the pack wasted no time and nudged Jasper’s chest to knock him out of his position. Just by that one little move from the guy, was enough to set Jasper off. With that, he too wasted no time and gave out the first punch to the guy, which eventually leaded all three of them to the alley.
Even though Jasper had to take out on two of them, his rage was getting the best out of him and there was no way anyone could’ve stopped him from his trance. The two bratty bunches got him good, but Jasper was not the one to give up a fight. Eventually, both of them surrendered and sped off when they got the chance too. “ Dude that guy’s fucking mental! Let’s go!” one of them said to another before they left, leaving Jasper in his bloody state. He got hit by his ribs pretty hard, so he was struggling to get on his feet. He heard footsteps nearing him at that time, but he ignored them. Jasper figured he would let the pain settle in for a while longer, till then, he positioned himself against the wall with his head tilted to the side to see who those footsteps belong too. “ Didn’t you hear? I’m mental. fuck off..” Jasper mumbled to the figure, which seemed to look like a girl.
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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 22, 2010 8:08:20 GMT -5
NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -When she looked she saw three guys fighting, well, it looked more like two guys punching another one against the wall. After some struggle the guys decided to leave him alone and she had to hide so they wouldn’t see her. At first she couldn’t make out the state of the person who was standing against the wall, it was normal to see people drunk in alleys or resting from a fight or just getting high with drugs, she was sure she had done that on more than one occasion but she couldn’t remember. Then she heard him speak, telling her to fuck off, he didn’t sound drunk or high but he sounded in pain so Eileen took the rest of the steps towards him without speaking. He looked like hell, just another one who had got into a fight and by the way he looked he had lost it. She walked toward him and tried to help him get on his feet. It wasn’t something she was used to do but now that she was there she couldn’t just turn around and left him there. She didn’t know what to do next, the only places near were clubs and they weren’t calm enough but she couldn’t take him too far, she wasn’t strong enough.
"I hope you can walk because I can’t take you too far from here." For her it wasn’t so strange to be with someone she didn’t know in an alley but the situation was new, lately she was doing a lot of new things. First she had met that girl in Central Park and now she was carrying a guy across the alley to take care of his wounds, well just being in New York was new for her; maybe it was time to make a change. "And yes, I heard that but aren’t we all mental here?" She wasn’t out there just to have good time, she was there to get drunk and forget everything she was going to do that night, some people thought it was scaring to not remember what she did the night before but for her was as normal as taking coffee in the morning. Hangovers were totally normal for her and it didn’t bothered her anymore, her face was always looking tired and her makeup messed up and she arrived home just in time to take a shower, change clothes and go to school without sleeping. If he was there and getting into a fight then her only conclusion was that he was there to do the same thing she was going to do. But the she saw the cage besides him and it was too late to be getting out of some music classes so he should have been playing out there in the cold. Why he had gotten into the fight she had no idea but she wasn’t going to ask.
"Is there some place you specially want to go?" She wasn’t sure of what to do but she decided to stay in the alley and look on her purse for something to clean the blood at least. Eileen gave him the handkerchief her mother had given her for her birthday and sat on the floor taking the cigarettes too and lighting one she took one big drag. Smoking always helped her think, she didn’t know why but it did and she was totally addicted to them, just as she was addicted to drugs, alcohol and parties. When she had sneaked out of the house that wasn’t exactly what she had planned, spending her night in an alley with blooding guy who was ‘mental’ smoking and listening to the distant music of the nearest club without a clue of what to do next. Why was she keeping him company and why was she trying to help him? It wasn’t her style, she always minded her own business and expected from the rest to have the same consideration toward her.
"whatever your saying here."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
TEMPLATE BY LOS ANGELES PRIDE?! OF CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by JASPER LEE BUREAU on Nov 22, 2010 9:14:50 GMT -5
Just as he was about to open his eyes, the girl uninvitingly made herself comfortable as she sat herself down beside him, with a pretty looking handkerchief in hand as an offering. Thanks to the overly decorated lighting from the street lights and the neon lights courtesy from the club nearby, Jasper can now see the girl with a visible view. To say she looked bad might just be the biggest lie he’s ever told, but as a matter of fact, she looked pretty. Jasper quickly brushed the thought aside and switched his view towards the handkerchief before he caught what she said after. He just looked at the said handkerchief and quickly switched his view towards the wall in front of them. “ I don’t need any help.”, he blurted, barely audible as he refused to take her offer. Soon after, the girl took out a cigarette before lighting them. Okay, what next? Chant Kumbaya together? Assuming that she was planning to go to the club nearby, what made her take a detour to the alley way? …and they said he was mental.
Jasper turned to look at her, only to seek opportunity to snatch her cigarette. With only one swift move from his wrist, he achieved, and started to take a long drag out from it. He ran out of his so he was in dire need of one. After a second puff, he turned his head slightly and gave her a smirk. “If you don’t mind?” he said sarcastically whilst gripping the cigarette tightly between his fingers. “ Is this your form of a Christmas wish list? Meet random guy at an alley way?”
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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 22, 2010 10:46:37 GMT -5
NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -If it had been her instead of him maybe he would have helped her. Thinking it was the Christmas spirit to help people at random maybe the atmosphere was taking the best of her, all those lights and songs around town and all the people together babbling about their family Christmas dinner, buying Christmas presents and all those dresses around town for the big parties. She hadn’t thought about getting her parents something for Christmas, she hadn’t even planned on spending Christmas night with them, for sure they will have something more important to do, a dinner with co-workers, a party with town friends, some event to get money… they will do everything for the people giving the image of being perfect and have the best family, but forgetting to spend time with they own daughter hoping that all the money and freedom will make her forget about how lonely she was. And most of the time worked, most of the time she didn’t give a damn about what her parents think about her or how much time they spent with her or how she had to talk with ten people just to contact with them and ask for an appointment to have dinner with them. But it was in nights like that one, when all she wanted was getting drunk and her plans weren’t getting her to her release when all the force of her loneliness hit on her and all she wanted was someone who will give a damn for her or what happened to her, someone she can talk to without worrying about the minutes she was taking of their time and that wouldn’t try to fill the space with money or presents.
He was ignoring her but Eileen couldn’t blame him, he also refused her help so she made herself comfortable with her cigarette which he snatched. He looked even worst now that she was near him and he was rubbing the sore spots, "You don’t look like you don’t need help." She stated. She took another cigarette off her bag allowing him to keep the one she previously had. She had to laugh when he asked her about the Christmas wish list and by the tone of his voice he didn’t like Christmas either. "It’s help… help a random guy from the street." She said joking. She surprised herself by joking but by the time she was starting to think she shouldn’t be surprised anymore, after all no one knew her in that town, no reputation or previous thoughts about her, no people thinking she was nuts because she never speak or because she walked alone and no people judging her. "Curiosity killed the best of me, I was heading toward the club when I heard you guys and I came to see." Curiosity was the biggest part of her personality, she didn’t speak much but she loved to observe people and she was very perceptive and intuitive. "I’m not as heartless as people think I am." She said quietly taking another drag of her cigarette.
At first she thought about forcing him to accept her help because he looked pretty hurt but she knew it was to no help. She got to her feet and dusted off her skirt getting ready to go back to the street and heading to the club. She picked her bag from the floor and looked at the guy, he was cute but she had met a lot of cute guys before, that wasn’t new and she had no more reasons to stay there, it was clear he wasn’t going to accept her help offer. "I think you should at least clear the blood off your face." She turned around and face the exit of the alley and started to head in the direction of the club again but she stopped midway thinking of inviting him to come along with her, though he didn’t seem the party type, "If you want to come, follow me." It was the only thing she said and then she stepped inside the crow again the lights making her closing her eyes trying to adjust from the sudden change and started to avoid people again, she didn’t turn to see if he was following her, after all they just met on a alley and he had just got out of a fight she didn’t expect from him to follow a complete stranger into the night, that was something she will do, but that was her personality, reckless and with no common sense at all she will follow however asked her and she will do it without thinking twice. The cold was making her shiver as she saw the queue from the club she was heading to, with a smile she just went there and placed herself at the end.
"whatever your saying here."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
TEMPLATE BY LOS ANGELES PRIDE?! OF CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by JASPER LEE BUREAU on Nov 23, 2010 9:51:18 GMT -5
Manager: Yo Casper! I need you tonight brother. It’s fuckin packed and Lynx just called in sick and we’re short on bartenders. So you cool?
Jasper: I…nah I can’t…I’ve got to…
Manager: That’s my boy! Be here in 5. I’ll even give you Lynx’s pay for the night. Don’t fuck up (hangs up)
Even though his boss was a pain in the ass, and he might have to kill his partner for this, his mood changed when his boss mentioned that he’ll double up the money for tonight if he comes through. Jasper desperately needed the money. But then he had this other issue that was going to be in the way of his bartending skills tonight, and that was his ribs. It was soaring mad at the moment. Fuck it, he thought. Besides, the club was just nearby….following the same direction that girl was walking towards too. Well, the more reason to go and finally find that answer to his query about that girl.
Slowly Jasper tried to get back on his feet, keeping his posture steady while finding the right spot to stand for the next couple of hours as he was forced to serve drinks. He finally took the girl’s advice and wiped off the excess blood off of his face and started to drag his himself towards the club. The girl was already far off as he spotted her in the queue with the other 50 people. God, this was going to be a long fuckin night, he thought to himself. As he passed the anonymous girl and the other bunch who were waiting in line, Jasper went straight to the bouncer and greeted the big guy. “ Dude what the hell happened to you man?” the big guy asked while patting Jasper’s back. “ A 5 year old beat me to a pulp.”Jasper replied jokingly. “ Hey do me a favor will you big guy? See that girl over there? Leather jacket with lace?” Jasper asked the bouncer to spot the girl whilst pointing towards her direction. “She’s with me yeah.” Jasper continued with a sly smirk while patting the bouncer’s chest before he walked into the club. With no time to waste, he struggled his way to the bar half alive and settled to his position before serving the night’s insane crowd. Merry fuckin Christmas.
Bouncer: " Hey you with the biker jacket! Get in."
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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 23, 2010 12:04:48 GMT -5
NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There were a lot of people in front of her to get on the club chatting and moving so they will warm up while they waited to get in, it was going to take years to get in but she didn’t care, she had all the night. She could have asked to one of her contacts if there was party somewhere going on, taking into account this was New York there was always something going on but she didn’t. After some minutes there waiting the guy from the alley passed her and went straight to the door and started talking to the bouncer. The bouncer let him in and then he called to her, she was startled, all the people from the queue watching her as she moved off the line and went toward him, he let her in too. The club was packed, people was everywhere and she felt a little overwhelm but then the familiar smell of alcohol and the beat of the music vibrating in the walls made her relax, she walked toward the bar to get a drink and get warm, her hands still in the pockets of her jacket.
She looked around to check if the guy was in sight when she was surprised to see he was at the bar, serving the drinks to the people around. Now she knew why he had get in without waiting and why she had, maybe that was his way to ‘thanks’. Whatever the reason was, she wasn’t going to say no to a good party. She didn’t know how he could work in the state he was, and she was debating between telling someone he couldn’t possibly work or just get her body to the dance floor and ignore him. And she decided for the second one, she never got on the rest of the people business and if he wanted to work his ass off after a fight then he was welcome to. She was there to have fun not to act as his mother so after seeing the bar was as packed as the rest of the club she moved toward the dance floor to have fun while waiting for the bar to be less filled with people. There was some people she knew from parties and other clubs and they joined her for a while, giving her sips from their drinks and dancing with her, after an hour she didn’t need to go to the bar, she was already drunk but still she moved toward there to ask for a shot. "Get me an Afterburn?" She asked him, her pinks all flushed for all the dancing and her eyes glittering. She couldn’t see the time to get back to the dance floor and have more fun; a little bit more and she will be starting to forget her name and there will come the release of mind she was looking for.
"You look in pain." She said simply to the stranger guy. She looked around for the guys she was partying with, some of them in the further corner everyone used for black purposes. She was planning on joining them later and do bad things too just like the rest of the days. She looked herself in the mirror behind the bar, her makeup was messed up, her hair was a little wet from the dance and her face all flushed, she sure looked fucked up but she couldn’t care less. One of the guys called her over when he caught her watching them; she smiled and told them to wait. "Thanks for getting me in." Smiling she turned and went back the corner with the guys who were getting closer and whispering in her ear. She was planning on losing control and the guys looked cute and besides after all the drink she was planning on drinking she was sure she wasn’t going to control her acts in matter of minutes.
"whatever you are saying."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
TEMPLATE BY LOS ANGELES PRIDE?! OF CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by JASPER LEE BUREAU on Nov 24, 2010 6:48:07 GMT -5
Not a moment too soon, while Jasper was busy serving a bunch of under aged brats with tequila shots, he heard a familiar voice nearby, but didn’t bother to look though he tried to put an ear to it. The female voice was asking for an Afterburn shot, curiosity killed the Jasper as he surrendered and tilted his head to the side to see who it was. Fair enough, it was the mystery girl. Jasper remained where he was as he observed her not too far from where she was. His partner was serving her at the moment, bless the fella. The girl completely looked fucked up, without a doubt. While cleaning a few glasses, Jasper heard her mentioned that his partner looked in pain. At that moment, he couldn’t help but to chuckle under his breath. She’s definitely lost it now. His partner just tolerated her and gave her what she wanted. Then the girl spoke again, giving thanks to him for letting her into the club. Jasper curved a smile for a moment until he followed her gaze towards a group of guys who he familiarized with. That’s when his smiled turned into something un pretty.
“Crazy night tonight man…and for the record, I didn’t let anybody in, aight?” his partner told Jasper with a pat in the back. “ Those guys still around?” Jasper had to ask, referring to the guys the girl was with. “ Yeah…they’re already up at this joint. Fuckin posers if you ask me. Poor chick’s gonna get herself in a big loop tomorrow bro.” his partner replied casually while mixing his drinks. Jasper just nodded and response, his eyes still locked on the girl. He’s seen those guys do crazy stuff, selling cheap dope that goes a long way to people. The thought just sickens Jasper to the core. If he could go there and give those fellas a piece of his mind, he would, but not tonight. If the girl wanted to have fun, be it. It sure was not his problem to deal with. With that, he continued to serve the night away with cheap liquor.
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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 24, 2010 9:21:40 GMT -5
NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She was so drunk she could barely stand on her feet; she had refused the drugs of the guys this time, maybe because she had something to do that night still she had a lot of fun with them and they were waiting for her at the door of the bathroom. She tried to regain some balance supporting her body with the wall and tried to go to the toilet but she tripped over and had to get support on the nearest sink. They guys had gotten her drunk and she could barely remember what had happened five minutes ago, she looked herself at the mirror and she was totally fucked up, her dress wasn’t in the right place her makeup was all over her face… well, the guys had done a good job with her. She smiled and got out of the bathroom tripping and trying to not fall but it was a difficult thing to do, she could barely see, much less keep herself by her feet. It was the familiar feeling, the fact that she wasn’t able to remember her name or what she was doing there the reason that she keeps doing that and the hangovers weren’t as bad as they used in the past. People was starting to be a blur and she had to sit down to regain her self-control, but then she thought it was stupid to try to, that was the reason she was doing that and got herself to the dance floor and started to dance.
She went for a couple of more drinks and saw the stranger guy serving the crow with a pained face and he had this strange thing on him that got her eyes darting toward him whenever she was near. The guys came to where she was standing because she had been sitting on the tool for longer than they expected and then they started to annoy her about getting out of the club and go to a more private place or to a different party. She was about to tell them off but they got all angry on her and forced her and she wasn’t in the right mind to defend herself, she couldn’t even talk or walk much less start a fight or get them off. She allowed them drag her toward the crow thought it was getting difficult with her because she kept bumping on people and tripping over her foot. Some people looked at her wondering what the hell had gotten on her but most of them were as trashed as she was and there were some girls puking in the way to the bathroom, she wondered if the stranger guy will have to clean the mess they were creating. Thinking of him, she hadn’t seen him since she had been on the bar now that she was in the corner everyone used to hook up and fuck and get high without the rest of the people noticing them, she was just letting them do while she was too busy to keep her consciousness though now it wasn’t such a good idea to keep herself awake. One of the guys was getting his hand under her dress and she tried to keep her mouth out of his way, but she was so trashed she didn’t even know if she had done the movement, her head was spinning and she was feeling quite sick.
"whatever you are saying."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
TEMPLATE BY LOS ANGELES PRIDE?! OF CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by JASPER LEE BUREAU on Nov 24, 2010 10:11:55 GMT -5
Eventually, the girl face popped up right at the bar again, but now looking fucked as ever. She looked really wrecked, worst than Lindsey lohan in fact. He should know, he served her before. Jasper wondered if the douchbags doped her up. What the hell, Jasper? You barely know this girl and already you’re playing a father figure role? Get yourself together!, he thought to himself. With that, he stopped drifting his attention to the girl even though she was sitting at the bar, and switched his attention elsewhere to the other drunk customers. Suddenly, Jasper saw the exact same bunch of guys that she was with before, neared her. This time, they seemed to want her to follow them elsewhere judging by the action they were giving her. The girl was way out of her state to fight back obviously so the next thing that Jasper took notice, she was gone with them.
Meanwhile, Jasper was overwhelmed by high school girls who were trying to hit on him at the bar. Jasper couldn’t help but to feel concern over the girl and instantly thought he should go and at least check it out himself. After telling those high school brats off, he casually told his partner to cover for him for a while before leaving the bar to follow the trail of the girl and the guy she was with. Jasper left a reasonable amount of gap between them as he struggled through the crowd filled with sweat and STD. The trail soon leaded him to a corner where every imaginative possible disease was found. Jasper, while being stealth, waited for a while to see if she wanted It to happen, but so far, she looked hesitant. She was well drunk and eventually got vulnerable. Either he goes there and help her or just drag his sorry ass back to the bar and probably think about that moment for a week. Then again, he did walked this far to just go back to the bar…
“Hey back off her.” Jasper came in while nudging the guy, who wasn’t that big of a deal, to the side. “What the fuck’s your deal! We’re just havin some fun right baby?” the guy said disgustingly before retracting his hands back to her. “ I said back off her!” Jasper continued, this time he didn’t hold back and punched the guy right in the nose. As soon as the guy fell, he neared the girl, getting one of her arms around his neck while he quickly got her out of there, went through the wave of crowd and into one of the near closet room that the club had. Of course, with an extra weight of a drunken girl, the pain was back again. Once reached, he slowly positioned her down on a chair and sat himself across her on a beer box. “ Hey..” Jasper started, his voice being subtle as ever. “ You good?” he asked before he lowered his head to take a good look at the girl.
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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 24, 2010 11:27:51 GMT -5
NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -When she tried to know what was going on someone was getting the guy out of her and then she was being lifted by the arm and carried out of the crow by the guy she had met at the alley and that time she was the one needing the help. She was trying to no make him lost his balance but she was almost going to pass out. He took her out of the place and placed her somewhere safer and much less noisy, she tried to look at him but her vision was blurry. That was the worst part of being so drunk, she was almost on the edge of passing out and the next day she will have a very bad hangover. Not that them even bothered her anymore but they weren’t pleasant either and much less when she had to deal with her mom for breakfast together. She heard the sound of his voice but couldn’t make out the words, she tried to focus on him and after a little while the meaning sank into her brain and she felt a little bit better when she placed her cold purse on her forehead, it was a luck she was still keeping her purse with her things in the state she was. Eileen remembered the guy was still in front of her waiting for a reply, she didn’t know if she will able to reply but she will have to give a try and see, ‘I’ll survive’ and as it happened she could blurt out some words, enough to tell him to give her a little time to compose herself, after all this wasn’t the first time.
She looked around her, she was on a closet the bar used for supplies and he was sitting on a beer box. Now she could see him in better light and not the poor light of the alley or the multi colored lights of the club she noticed he was quite cute, in fact he was hot, and he had the bad guy air that made them just the more attractive. Why he was taking an special interest on her she didn’t know, she wasn’t used to get the attention of people if it wasn’t to spend one night with her but he seemed to be doing this out of the blue which was strange and new for her. Maybe he was doing it because she had helped or tried to help him when he was in the alley and now they were even. Whatever the reason she was quite grateful to him right now. Though it was completely normal for her to wake up naked beside a strange guy and with no clue of what she did the previous night, she never drank as much as to be on the verge of an ethylic coma but today had been different, she was pissed because her mother cancelled their plans again, because her father forgot to pick her up and the cab she grabbed was stuck in traffic for almost an hour with a chatty driver who didn’t catch his breath during all the trip back home.
The dizziness was disappearing, the cold was making her feel better and the fact that now she wasn’t surrounded by people or getting touched by that guy was helping her too. "Seems today is the ‘help the stranger’ day." She said, while she was trying to bring back her usual coherence, she couldn’t even think, she had to try very hard, her mind was like water and she had to swim her way back to the fresh air, but it was taking time and she knew what was coming next, the headache, the dizziness, he whole body hurting… she could only be glad she hadn’t taken whatever the guy was offering her.. if he hadn’t put something in her drink, that’s it, which considering how she was feeling it was quite a possibility. "I think they put something in the drinks they offered me, but I never check what I’m drinking." And it wasn’t the first time it had happened to her for sure but maybe the other times she had been so high and out of her mind she hadn’t even noticed, whatever they had put in her drink had been something who took its time to hit and when it hit it never left you totally knocked out, who were the ones she usually used, fast effect and knocking out, that way she will never remember what happened and she will never feel like crap.
"whatever your saying here."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
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Post by JASPER LEE BUREAU on Nov 27, 2010 12:42:39 GMT -5
Behind all that make up and maybe during her sober state, Jasper could tell this girl was a looker. A looker who was currently drunk and he just came to realize that he was playing babysitter for the night. Brilliant. “ At least you’ve got that clued in. You look fucked by the way.” Jasper stated as a response to the girl’s previous sentence. There was an awkward pause for a minute or two between them. Of course there would, when you’re in a closet with a drunken girl. Jasper was beginning to think all this was not worth it, but a second voice was telling him to finish what he started, and that was to help the damn girl. At that point, he was debating with his thoughts on whether to leave the girl there and assume she could take care of her own or just call a cab on her or something.
It was getting late, and his shift for the night was about to be over. Jasper gave another look at her, thinking on what the next step should be. With that, he just stood himself up, brushed the back of his hair and started to turn himself towards the door. “ Look, I’m going to bail this shithole…” he started as he looked down on her, his facial expression was at ease. “ …if you need company, I’ll be outside.” He continued, his smirk may just be the faintest smirk ever planted on a man’s face, but it was definitely a sign of invitation. With that, he took another good look at her before closing the door behind him. Jasper was used to being companyless hence if the girl decided to reject his offer, then be it.
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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 27, 2010 13:24:27 GMT -5
NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Watching at the guy in front of her Eileen noticed she didn’t even know his name and most probably she had forgotten to tell him hers. She could tell he was studying her; he had exactly the same expression she had when she observed people. Coming to New York was starting to feel like a mistake, she was doing things she had never done before, like talking to strangers. Well if wasn’t as if she didn’t talk to strangers, usually she hooked-up with them but she never told them more than where to go or babbled something when she was completely out of her mind but having a conversation was out of her comfort zone and lately she was getting too much of those for her taste, first that girl on the park and now him. Though she could tell he was out of his comfort zone too and that made her wonder if she had found someone like her and that was the reason she was feeling more comfortable with him than with the people she usually hang up with. "I think after all this you at least deserve to know my name." She said, trying to focus on staying awake and not passing out. "I’m Eileen."
Whoever said New York was city where everything was possible wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t the first time she was drunk or in a supply closet with a guy but the last time she had been in one she was having sex with him and not trying to not throw up or keep conscious, she usually let her body do whatever it wanted to do, if it was feeling like dancing she will just do it and if she was feeling like passion out she will just let it does. "It’s not the first time someone does that." She answered him, and of course she knew she looked fucked up, she was feeling like crap, she was drugged and drunk, what did he expected? And she was sure she looked much better than most of the girls in her place, maybe because she was so used to the situation she even know how to regain her composure. "I know, but that’s not a surprise either." She wasn’t looking as bad as other times, she had even slept on the street while raining so she had been worst but he didn’t have to know about all that and she was sure not telling him. He looked confused and she wasn’t used to being taken care of, she could manage pretty well alone, she had always managed to get home in one piece, which was quite a thing taking into account she didn’t even know how she did that half of the times. He appreciate him taking care of her, for once in her life someone was doing just that, taking care of her without asking for something and it feel nice, but it feel awkward too, for both of them. And just when she was about to tell him he didn’t need to stay with her and to go back to work he got on his feet and told her he wanted to get out of the club and that it was fine to go with him if she wanted company. "Yeah sure." She answered and watched him leave.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted company though that was what Eileen had been looking for when she went out looking for party, and she was sure she was there to have fun and since that night was starting to look like the worst party night on her life she thought she could use the company just fine. She just needed to look a little better so when he left the place she proceed to get herself to look better. She fumbled on her purse for some tissues and cleaned her face, taking her mirror out she cleaned all the makeup so she could apply it again but this time not looking all messed up. She spread some water she found on her purse in the tissue and rubbed her neck and forehead to get fresh and make the dizziness go away completely. It felt nice and she felt much better after a while resting there and drinking the whole bottle of water. She put her dress in the correct position and tried to look presentable to get out of the door and accept the offer, after all it could have been worse and he had saved her from those guys who would be quite pissed off with her next time she met them but she couldn’t care less at the moment. Giving herself one last look in her little mirror and dusting herself off, she took a deep breath and got out of the supply closet smiling at him while she closed the door.
"whatever your saying here."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
TEMPLATE BY LOS ANGELES PRIDE?! OF CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by JASPER LEE BUREAU on Nov 28, 2010 9:05:05 GMT -5
After standing there and probably looked like an idiot while doing so, Jasper came back to his senses and regains his cool composure. He didn’t say a word just because the music that was blaring throughout the crowd made it impossible to communicate, instead, he gestured with his head towards the direction that was the club’s entrance. He just wanted to get out of there and feel that cool, crisp winter air. With that, he leaded the way to the entrance while making sure those guys were not in sight of them. Honestly, he’s had enough fights that night. Jasper didn’t check if the girl was really following his trail from behind but as he managed to get himself outside the building, then followed the girl seconds after him. “ Fuckin mental...” Jasper mumbled under his breath, a sense of frustration could capture from his tone.
Both of them started to walk away from the club side by side. As he gave his hair a rustic ruffle, he just realized they didn’t have a definite destination to go to. Maybe it was a good thing…though he would probably want to get a cup of coffee or something. Up to the girl if she wanted to tag along as well. There was another awkward silence between them again as they walked along the streets. Never count on Jasper to make up a good conversation. The girl didn’t seem as chatty anyway, she didn’t look like the type. Maybe she was somewhat similar to him…minus the party side. Jasper decided to make an effort regardless and asked a query, “ Do you do this often by yourself?…uhm..” he asked, as he struggled to remember her name. Come to think of it, did she introduce herself back at the closet? Jasper thought she did, but at the risk of calling her something else like Dora, he’ll just ask her again to refresh his memory …that is if her own mind was stable enough to function. “ What did you say your name was again?”
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Post by EILEEN TYRAN MOIR on Nov 29, 2010 8:56:01 GMT -5
NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU; I'M JUST AT A PARTY [/color][/font] and i am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing. sometimes i feel like i live in grand central station.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -When she got out of the closet he was there. For a lot of people that would have been a very awkward situation but she was so used to that kind of things that she wasn’t feeling uncomfortable. He gestured toward the exit and started to walk, she had decided she was going to follow him, after all she had nothing better to do the rest of the night and she was feeling a little bit better. The cold air of the winter night greeted her when she finally got out of the crowded bar and she felt even better. She loved fresh air and she loved the cold air, and the snow which was covering now the street, she was tempted of getting some snow in her hands and put some in her head to make the pain go away. He muttered something under his breath but she didn’t put much attention to what he said. She followed him without asking them where they were heading and it wasn’t as if she cared, she had woke up not knowing where she was before so that wasn’t a problem for her. She wasn’t feeling uncomfortable with the silent but he seemed to because he started to talk. "Yes, a lot, and the fucked up thing? Every night." She laughed, lot of people will think she was crazy but she didn’t even care about it. "Eileen. What’s yours?"
With the cold she was feeling like getting some hot food and drink in her stomach, it was her luck that she didn’t threw up in the guy, he was too hot to waste the night that way. If he was planning on walking all night well, she had nothing better to do but she could use some coffee and muffins. She was surprised she could still walk or talk for that matter but with the air and the cleaning she felt much, much better. "And you? Do you save girls fucked up often?" She hadn’t been saved before, no one around her cared at all about her feelings or what it happened to her. For sure her mother had noticed her face on the morning, because she just sneaked in and cleaned her face, changing her clothes and went to have breakfast, but she never mentioned she looked hangover or fucked up or needed to sleep more, no she never said a word. It felt nice when someone who she didn’t even know was taking care of her out of the blue, it made her feel she wasn’t alone or at least not much. "I’m a wild party myself, I just have… a lot of things to forget." The fact that she was currently telling her life to a total stranger was because she had drank too much, and when drank she babble, well, she wasn’t the talking type but sometimes she opened her mouth and when she did it wasn’t something stupid, she didn’t like to waste words, she didn’t like to talk, period.
She had never have a friend, and she didn’t need them, she was fine by herself, she talked with people and the next day she forgot totally about it. She had party buddies, people she was used to go out with and spend the night; she had a lot of one-night stand whose names she couldn’t remember at all. There she was following the way of what is going to possibly be another name on her long list but she felt maybe this could be different, it was the first person who hadn’t tried to get her drunk and then to bed, he in fact, had helped her out of having sex with one of those guys she used to hang up with sometimes. They were jerks, and idiots, but they had drugs and alcohol, and they gave her it for free, which was a plus and they knew how to have fun, the best parties around were always theirs. And he didn’t seem to judge her for the drugs and alcohol, being a bartender sure helped on that, he should have seen a lot of girls like her getting in the same situations but he didn’t seem the type to help them out which made her wonder why she was different.
"whatever your saying here."
"whatever someone else is saying here."
"whatever is on your mind here." [/font][/left] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this roleplay is to be continued by Jasper Lee Bureau! the outfit that she is wearing is here!
the people that are involved in this roleplay are Eileen Tyra Moyr! are and the notes are none!
to finish this off the song credits are "telephone" by lady gaga! [/font]
TEMPLATE BY LOS ANGELES PRIDE?! OF CAUTION![/center] |
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