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Post by ZEPHYR BEHITHA ZEGNA on Nov 30, 2010 20:48:10 GMT -5
 This was her life.
Watching the large octopus swim around the large dome, she looked straight into it's large eye as it starred right at her. She felt so tiny and insignificant whenever she was in front of it. No. Not it. Leslie. That was the name of the large male squid before her, the only thing between them being a large chunk of glass and tons of water. She placed a delicate hand on the glass, the large rock looking heavy on her slender finger. For a second, she forgot it was there until its sparkle caught her eye. This was her life. Tiny and insignificant.
The Yupik tribe she grew up with in Alaska thought every life had a purpose. What that purpose was suppose to be was up to the body currently harboring the life and soul to figure out through the course of their little stay on earth. If they did not figure it out, upon their death their souls would be recycled and continue on until someone figured out what they were suppose to do. If they had unfinished business, the same happened. She was suppose to find her meaning because both of her parents found their's but were unable to fulfill it. Sighing deeply, she let her hand fall as she heard that there was an hour before closing. She always came to the private section designated to Leslie whenever she needed time to think. The squid was good company, even if all he did was swim around minding his own business. Running her fingers through her blond beach waves, she frowned at her own reflection. She remembered when she used to tell herself she would never be caught dead in makeup, heels, or skin tight clothing that made people stop and stare. She was never much for attention but all she got lately was just that. Ironic.
Clad in some designer, low rise super skinny jeans, leather sky high Louboutin heels, a real dark brown mink coat that reached her tiny waist, and an onyx toned tank top, she looked like a designer's dream come true with her label items, perfectly done makeup, mile-long legs, and all around beauty. She knew she was pretty...she just didn't like it. Usually when she was standing in that exact spot, one thin arm holding her coat, she thought about her life before she changed it so drastically to keep the only other man she ever cared about around. Did he really like her like this? All sweet, bubble gum, and candy canes? She thought he loved how brutally honest she really was, how she saw the world through the eyes of a Yupik where every life had value, the way she smoked like a chimney, how she swore like a sailor, how she had a passion for drawing and would sketch 'tattoos' into his skin with magic marker while laying naked on her bare mattress in her crappy apartment. That was the life she loved where money didn't matter and they lived in the moment. Not now...with his parents breathing down her neck constantly about being perfect and where he just...was never around anymore...
Hearing footsteps, she had to tear her eyes once again away from Leslie to see who was approaching. Maybe the night guard? But they all knew her by now. After all, she was all over magazines as Mrs. Zegna. Life was easier without till death do us part, "Say hi, Leslie," she stated softly, her Native American accent thick and laced with a bit of Greek as she spoke, looking back up at the squid who was now looking at their new guest.
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Post by gabriel on Nov 30, 2010 21:41:28 GMT -5
I NEVER WANT TO ACT MY AGE [/color][/size]  whats my age again?[/i][/font][/color] • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color][/center] "I can't believe we're doing this! Bro go!" One of the teenagers said as they followed Gabriel. "Bro" he said in a mocking tone as he glared at him. "Shut the hell up or you're gonna get us caught." Never again was Gabe gonna invite some brand new freshman out with him ever again. Gabe adjusted his hat as he shook up the can of spray paint and started spraying the tanks. Writing little things like "fish sticks" and some other childish puns in black and red paint. He snickered quietly while doing this as he tapped the glass when a fish came by. "Boo." [/b] He said as he jumped at the fish who quickly swam away. He shook his head, thinking that fishes were completely and an utter waste of space right about now. As the group of boys shoved each other down hallway after hallway, spraying any tanks they could find Gabe spotted a back hallway. He lightly bit his lip piercing as he thought about what could be back there. Maybe some "special" kind of fish. He wasn't sure. "You guys finish up here...I'm gonna go check back there."[/color] He handed his friends the spray cans, grabbing a fresh one from his back pocket. He slowly walked over to the room, peeking around the corner to make sure there weren't any security guards there. The person that was there surprised him. A...woman? A beautiful woman at that. Gabriel cringed slightly when the woman looked at him and slowly stepped out from behind the corner. He had his arm behind his back, hiding the spray can from her. Then he saw the squid. "What...the fuck?" He questioned as he stared at the "thing" that was almost staring right back at him. He wasn't going to lie...it did creep him out a little bit. Fish weren't meant to look at people. They were meant to swim away in a frenzy as you banged on the tank or chased them around the fish bowl. That was Gabriel's experience anyways. They were fishes...wasn't their memory span only like three seconds anyways? What was so great about them? Gabriel was trying to slip the can back into his back pocket without raising too much suspicion. It was proving to be difficult since he was trying to do it one handed. "Well...hi there beautiful. Why is a pretty woman like you doing here? Why aren't you out shopping...or doing some...girl...thing like getting your nails done or some shit?"[/b] He finally was able to slip the can into his back pocket and finally removed his hand out from behind him. He dug his hands into his pocket as he made sure not to let the can show. He slowly approached her then smacked his hand against the glass at the squid. "Big fucker aint he?" He said with a small cocky smirk. Hey Gabriel wasn't a very...mature guy. Scaring fish amused him if anything. Not that he spent every day here scaring the fight. But vandalizing the aquarium seemed like a good idea so why not scare some fish while you're here? Gabe glanced down the hall, making sure that no security guards were coming. He lightly bit his lip ring more as he returned his blue gaze back to her.[/size][/font][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/color][/center] Tag;; Zephyr
Words;; 615
Music;; What's my age again? - Blink 182
Notes;; done
Wearing;; CLICK
Credit;; Credit to sydknee says! at caution 2.0 for banner
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Post by ZEPHYR BEHITHA ZEGNA on Nov 30, 2010 22:00:50 GMT -5
Her eyes looked the person over only once before returning to Leslie who was swimming around but seemed to hover in their line of sight as if keeping a watchful eye on them. She loved Leslie to bits. He reminded her of all the whales, sea otters, and wild life of Alaska, the last frontier. Not that she missed the people there...just the beauty of nature and the simplicity. It wasn't as complicated as a life in the city. The male was coming toward her but she kept her eyes firmly on Leslie who wasn't looking at her anymore and in the reflection of his eye, she could see what the other person was doing. That was when she heard him talk and instinctively, she wanted to revert back to her rude and brash self that wouldn't put up with such crap, who had no problem giving someone a tongue lashing they deserved. Instead, she arched an eyebrow, making sure to compose herself and keep her inner darkness at bay. She was suppose to be a changed person. A good person. A perfect person.
Not a bitch.
Okay, not an entire bitch, "Mhm, because having a vagina automatically means shopping is my favorite pastime," she let a slight frown make its way onto her full lips as she continued to look straight ahead as if being indifferent to the male next to her, "His name is Leslie," she motioned to the little stand in front of them which had the name of the giant squid and the type of species information, "Shouldn't you go be a dick to someone else?" she blew a few strands out of her face as she finally glanced over at him. She was holding her breathe, without even noticing, because she didn't want to snap at him anymore than she already had. She was just as immature as the rest of the world but not when people automatically assumed that just because she was a female she should run around with unicorn stickers and pink sparkle glitter princess gowns. She may look girly, but she was so far from it.
"Isn't it past your bed time?" she let her head slightly fall to the side at the rhetorical question. She was just teasing him now, a smirk catching the corners of her lips as she chuckled, no longer in bitch mode. She forgave him the second he said it because that was the type of person she was now: sweet, forgiving, social, polite. She wasn't the loner who sat in the back of the bar strung up on God knows what. She was suppose to be better than that but how was she any better if all she was doing was putting on one hell of an act for the public and her own husband? It was pathetic, she knew, to give up who she was for another person. That was what happened when you loved someone, though. You give anything to be with them and it just so happened she gave up herself.
When she tore her bright blue feline orbs away from him and back to Leslie, the squid was no longer in front of them but instead above them since the tank was like a dome. She looked up and felt like the weight of the world was momentarily lifted off her thin, bare shoulders. It was relaxing being here...under the watchful eye of nature. Holy crap. It seemed like the longer she stayed in New York City, the more she was missing her shitty life in Alaska...but talking to this stranger beat going nowhere with her life in the Alaskan wilderness.
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Post by gabriel on Dec 6, 2010 7:10:53 GMT -5
I NEVER WANT TO ACT MY AGE [/color][/size] whats my age again?[/i][/font][/color] • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color][/center] Gabe couldn't help but snicker quietly as she started giving him a tongue lashing. Oh how he loved when people did this. It just amused him further. "Actually yes it does mean that. I mean its like a group thing you females do. Shop and waste money on clothes that you already have like five of." [/color] He rolled his eyes in a way of saying "duh" as he crossed his arms over his chest. Leslie? What the hell kind of name was that? The young male snickered once more and said "The staff here must have a sense of humor as far as names goes. But I still like big fucker better.[/color] Sure he was testing the woman, seeing if it further pissed her off he was making fun of the squid or what. Once he found out what pissed her off he'd constantly push those buttons and try to get a reaction out of her. People said that the reason he was such a trouble maker was to get attention because he was so deprived of it as a child. Gabe simply told them to fuck off. "Oh you're just too much fun."[/color] He replied to her dick comment. It was true she was. At her next questioned he rolled his eyes and said "I go to bed when I want to mother"[/color] He finally looked up at her face, his eyes mostly on her body. Typical Gabe to eye a hot body then a hot face. Hey sue him he was a teenage male. That's when it hit him. She was one of the chicks from the sports illustrated that his friend had showed him. They spent the next fifteen minutes talking about how hot she was. Not that she needed to know that. "Oh how rich! You're that one chick from the sports illustrated magazine.[/color] He snapped his fingers a little then said "Ah! Yes! Mrs. Zegna right? You're married to that lucky ass bastard."[/color] He wasn't sure if she had a good marriage and if she did he was sure that would hit a sore spot. A woman never did like someone insulting the man they "loved". Then an idea sprung into his mind. He smirked a little before he reached over and slapped her ass as hard as he could. "He's a lucky ass bastard only because he gets to tap your fine ass." His eyes met her, almost daring her to do something. Any emotion of anger or annoyance was what Gabriel thrived on. He almost needed to get into trouble on a daily bases to be able to function. If he didn't...well then his day was boring and he would go out and look for trouble. Sure he sometimes bit off more than he could chew but he always wormed his way out of it. After all...when your brother was a drug dealer well...people usually didn't screw with you after being threatened by a big scary ass drug dealer now did they? Then of course the cops always were in on some drug activity so his brother always was able to get Gabe out of trouble. It was like being somebody without having money. No one could ever touch him. That certainly didn't help Gabriel's trouble making attitude. Not one bit. [/size][/font][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/color][/center] Tag;; Zephyr
Words;; 600
Music;; What's my age again? - Blink 182
Notes;; done
Wearing;; CLICK
Credit;; Credit to sydknee says! at caution 2.0 for banner
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