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| Let's Get Physical; CI: Gretchen | ISO: Madison | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 2 2010, 05:40 PM (259 Views) | |
| Ashleigh825 | Nov 2 2010, 05:40 PM Post #1 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="500" background="http://oi56.tinypic.com/n37oft.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:265px; height:290px; right:0px; left:200px; top:80px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Date: Fall 13th, 08; 11:00am<br> Outfit: Click<br> Mood: Restless<br> Tag: Madison LaRosa<br><br>[/align] F**k, what a s****y week… Gretchen thought with a scowl as she pushed open the doors of Cerulean Gym, black and white striped towel slung over her shoulder as her studded sandals made a soft slapping noise against the polished, smooth floor. Not that anything had really happened, but that was the problem. Nothing happened. Nothing ever happened. It was the same goddamn drill every morning: wake up, throw on something that didn’t stink too bad, eat a bagel or something, cut hair all day, go home and drink until she passed out and then do the same damn thing all over again the next morning. It was boring as hell. Maybe if she didn’t hate her job so much, it’d be bearable. Sure, cutting, dying and styling hair was pretty sweet deal, but what the f**k was the point of being a hairdresser when every person who walked in the place sat down and said “Oh, just a trim. Nothing drastic.” F**k that s**t, man! Why bother going to get your hair done if you weren’t going to do anything cool? Go big or go home! Seriously, what the f**k was with all this “normal” bulls**t?<br><br> Still, she supposed it was better than lying awake at night, trying to keep those goddamn nightmares from getting at her. The drinking helped. If she passed out, she didn’t usually dream and the alcohol just helped that along. She was probably pissing away a fortune on booze that she could have used to get her own place, but whatever. Naomi wasn’t so bad, and Gretchen mostly tried to stay out of her way anyway. S**t she reminded her so much of Krysta. Not so much in looks. She guessed there was some kind of resemblance, sure, but it was more the way she carried herself. That calm, collected, politely subdued manner she had that brought back Krysta’s ghost. It was f**king creepy. Of course it was Gretchen’s luck to land herself with some chick who was a constant reminder of someone she could never get back. Goddammit. Nah, better she stayed far away from Naomi. Naomi was probably glad that Gretchen was rarely home, anyway. She didn’t seem the type to take too kindly to people like Gretchen.<br><br> With an irritated shake of her head, Gretchen made her way to the indoor pool at the gym. It was the only thing here that didn’t cost a goddamn fortune to use and Gretchen needed an outlet for her restlessness. She didn’t want to think about any of this s**t right now. She just wanted to get a good swim in and hopefully give her out-of-practice muscles a much-needed stretch. S**t, she’d gotten lazy here. Must be something about the lazy atmosphere of the place, but Gretchen couldn’t afford to let her muscles go rusty. She couldn’t get too comfortable here, because she might have to up and run at any second. She’d have to be prepared to flee quicker than f**king lightning no matter where she went from now on. A refreshing swim was what she needed to keep her on the ball and keep that f**king annoying as s**t restlessness out of her system.<br><br> Clearing her head of all of her thoughts, Gretchen stripped off her thin grey tank top, letting it fall to the tiles on top of her towel before she slipped out of her sandals and dove head-first into the deep end, the shock of the cool water a nice refreshment. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Nov 6 2010, 02:33 PM Post #2 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="400" background="http://i51.tinypic.com/6emb20.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:350px; height:235px; right:0px; left:20px; top:110px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Date:Fall 13th, Year 08<br> Time:11 a.m.<br> Wearing<br><br> Ahhhh, what a week. She had found out her best friend lives right next door to her, had to wait on, like, ten times the tables she did when there was more than one waitress at the bar, and attended a masquerade. Busy season already. So much for being lazy. Eh, whatever. <br><br> Madison strolled near the pool, admiring the quiet, and calmness. It was almost impissible to get this kind of peace at the indoor pool in Louisiana. Always had screaming kids, some PDA couple who really didn't give a s**t that there were kids there and went right for shoving their tongues down each others throats. It was disgusting. Get a room or keep your hands to yourself! God. <br><br> She slipped her shirt off, admiring the water a bit more before sitting at the edge, slowly sliding in, letting the rough floor she slid against scrape the back of her legs. Sighing softly, the brunette kicked her legs, feeling the cool, calm water swish back and forth between her toes, shutting her eyes gently, basking in the sweet silence. <br><br> THIS is how you spent a day after work. Just relaxing. Not a care in the world. Just you, a pool, and a whole afternoon of relaxation just waiting for you. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ashleigh825 | Nov 20 2010, 12:28 AM Post #3 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="500" background="http://oi56.tinypic.com/n37oft.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:265px; height:290px; right:0px; left:200px; top:80px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Date: Fall 13th, 08; 11:00am<br> Outfit: Click<br> Mood: Amused<br> Tag: Madison<br><br>[/align] Propelling herself forward like a rocket through the clear, cool water, Gretchen noticed a shadow move across the edge of the pool above her. Huh… she’d been hoping for the place to be empty, but it didn’t look like she was going to get the pool to herself today. Mildly curious, Gretchen kicked to the surface, her head breaking through the surface of the water with a sudden burst. Shaking her short, bleach blonde hair furiously, tiny droplets of water spraying in all directions, she glanced up at the figure she had seen from below the water, suppressing a mildly annoyed snort.<br><br> Great. A kid. Gretchen was going to have to share the kiddie pool with the youngsters, apparently. Well, she wasn’t exactly that young, but the girl couldn’t be more than twenty, and that was being generous. Well, whatever. As long as she wasn’t annoying, Gretchen supposed she could deal with it. It was a public pool, after all. Gretchen floated onto her back and did an impressive backstroke across the pool and back, pretending not to have noticed the girl, but secretly scrutinizing her suspiciously out of the corner of her eye. S**t, how the hell did this chick stand up? She had the proportions of a Barbie doll; a tiny waist with huge hips and breasts. Gretchen did not envy her. It looked painful to carry that baggage around. It looked like the only thing stopping her from toppling over was her short stature.<br><br> When the brunette woman sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet into the water, Gretchen couldn’t suppress a chuckle of sarcastic amusement. Staying where she was, treading water on the other side of the pool, she called out to her. ”Yo, it’s better if you actually swim in it, you know,” she informed her with a slight grin. Geeze, people… Gretchen didn’t get them half the time. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Dec 10 2010, 09:58 PM Post #4 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="400" background="http://i51.tinypic.com/6emb20.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:350px; height:235px; right:0px; left:20px; top:110px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Date:Fall 13th, Year 08<br> Time:11 a.m.<br> Wearing<br><br> Madison continued to let her feet feel the wetness on them before she heard a voice. Looking up, the brunette spotted a bleach blonde in the water. She let out a light snort as she slipped completely into the water. "Yeah, guess that's a good idea." she retorted, floating on her back as she kicked her feet. It was weird at how calm water could make someone. <br><br> It felt as if the waves could be some kind of meditation. The way it rocked you back and forth kind of made you feel soothed. Or just the small sounds of a splash. It had a calm element to it, just as all water did, really. Even rain had it's way of soothing someone. <br><br> Madison let out a barely audible sigh as she stood up in the water, and leaned against the edge of the pool. It was pretty quiet. She liked it. Didn't really get much of it at work, or when she was in town, or when she was in New Orleans. And with Lisa and Zach living with her? Forget about quiet unless they're both asleep. It felt nice to see what silence was like. The only sounds she really heard were the small sounds the water made as the blonde moved along in the water. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ashleigh825 | Dec 12 2010, 09:52 PM Post #5 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="500" background="http://oi56.tinypic.com/n37oft.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:265px; height:290px; right:0px; left:200px; top:80px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Date: Fall 13th, 08; 11:00am<br> Outfit: Click<br> Mood: Paranoid<br> Tag: Madison LaRosa<br><br>[/align] Gretchen raised an eyebrow when the girl gave her a mild response before returning to her own business, completely ignoring her. Huh, well someone wasn’t in the talkative mood today. Whatever, it wasn’t a big deal to Gretchen. If the kid wanted to mind her own business, that was just fine with Gretchen. She’d survived this long by minding her own business, hadn’t she? Probably a good strategy to keep up if it worked for her.<br><br> She continued her swim, trying to pretend the other girl wasn’t there, but the quiet was a little unsettling, Gretchen had to admit. When you’ve grown up in a city where car alarms going off, gunshots and police sirens were pretty much constant background noise, silence made you uneasy. Silence meant something wasn’t normal. Silence meant trouble.<br><br> No longer able to enjoy her swim, Gretchen gave a slightly irritable sigh, shaking water droplets out of her boyishly short, bleach-blonde hair. F**k, her muscles were all tense again. Just keep it cool, Gretch. Ain’t nothin’ goin’ on here. Chill the f**k out. Your damn mind’s playin’ tricks on you again. You know it, she reminded herself, but it didn’t make the sudden paranoia go away.<br><br> Well, f**k it. If she wasn’t going to enjoy her swim and her f**ked up head was going to whisper paranoid s**t in her ear about this chick for no reason at all, Gretchen figured she may as well know who she is. Swimming up to her, Gretchen extended a hand with a cool smirk plastered across her face, showing no signs of her internal discomfort. ”Name’s Gretchen. What up, man?” she introduced herself. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Dec 21 2010, 07:19 PM Post #6 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="400" background="http://i51.tinypic.com/6emb20.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:350px; height:235px; right:0px; left:20px; top:110px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Date:Fall 13th, Year 08<br> Time:11 a.m.<br> Wearing<br><br> Madison continued to look around as she let the cool water wade. She would glance at the blonde every once in awhile, but her gaze always ended up falling down at her feet in the water. <br><br> HEr thoughts began wandering over to college. Was she ever gonna end up going? She wanted to. She wanted to badly. But it kept getting put off. After she left Louisiana and had to redo her senior year, havign to pay for her mother's rehab, then of course the funeral....that funeral...She almost forgot what her mom looked like. She was almost the spitting image of her mother. the same dark brown curls, same full lips, same way of looking so peaceful when she slept....only her mother wasn't waking up from that slumber. It was a depressing thought, yeah, but she couldn't just forget about her mother. She was, well, her mother....the woman may not have been the best parent in the world. Hell, she could think of plenty of better mothers than her. but a mother was a mother, whether she was there or not. <br><br> Enough about her mother, before she started to feel more depressed than relaxed. She looked over at the dirty blonde, a small grin etched on her face. "Madison. And nothing really. Just glad to be away from work." she replied, a light chuckle escaping her lips. <br><br> She examined the girl a bit more. she looked quite a bit older than her. Probably 10 or so years. She had a bit of a tough appearance to her. Kind of muscular, and pretty tall for a girl. Made her a bit jealous, considering she was a complete shrimp. And she didn't know where she got it from. Damn genetics couldn't be blamed. Her mother was fairly tall, and her father was of average height at 5'8. Maybe it was her grandma. But weren't all old women short? She thought they were. and all the women on her father's side were tall. Her cousin Jennifer was around 6 feet. God, she was jealous. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ashleigh825 | Dec 31 2010, 05:55 PM Post #7 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="500" background="http://oi56.tinypic.com/n37oft.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:265px; height:290px; right:0px; left:200px; top:80px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Date: Fall 13, 08; 11:00am<br> Outfit: Click<br> Mood: Curious<br> Tag: Madison LaRosa<br><br>[/align] Huh, so this chick reeeaaally wasn’t talkative. Well, whatever. Gretchen couldn’t exactly say she was a social butterfly or whatever, either, but hey, at least she’d give people the time of day if they talked to her. What reason did she have not to, other than the way they looked, but Gretchen knew better than most people that just because you look like a preppy snob or a good for nothing street thug, that doesn’t mean you are one. A certain lovely pale brunette with deep green eyes and a contagious smile had showed her that…<br><br> Stop! Get a hold o’ yourself, man! Jesus f**king Christ… Gretchen scolded herself, running an agitated hand through her short blonde hair as droplets of water fell from her head. Back to this chick and the pool and Abyssinian Town. Back to what was happening right now, not what happened two seasons ago in Los Angeles. Gretchen gave her head a little shake and folded her arms over her chest, leaning back against the wall of the pool, standing on the bottom with ease thanks to her height. Man, this kid was a midget. She lifted a pierced eyebrow with a neutral expression. So what was the deal with her? A snob? Did she think she was too good or high class or whatever to be talking to someone like Gretchen? Nah, she didn’t really look like one of those air-head idiots. Well, Gretchen had all day to figure this chick out. She was in no rush to go anywhere.<br><br> “Just chillin’ out, y’know? Work’s a bitch. Needed to unwind and I like workin’ out. This damn pool’s the only thing that don’t cost a goddamn fortune here so Imma stick with that. No offense, but you look kinda runty to be a regular here,” she chuckled, her neutral expression quickly changing to a good-natured grin. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Feb 3 2011, 06:18 PM Post #8 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="400" background="http://i51.tinypic.com/6emb20.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:350px; height:235px; right:0px; left:20px; top:110px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Date:Fall 13th, Year 08<br> Time:11 a.m.<br> Wearing<br><br> Madison let out a small laugh as the blonde mentioned work being a bitch. "F**k yeah to work being a bitch." she agreed with a grin. Luckily once she was up in University she wouldn't have to worry about having 2 jobs. She'd definitely be keeping the job at the bar. Fuck, that was paying for her tuition. But there was no way in hell she'd be keeping the job at the bar. Hopefully she'd be able to find a job at the Mainland so she'd have money for groceries and such.<br><br> “Yeah, makes you think it’s a freaking country club or something” she joked with a small chuckle. Curse her damn not going to college right after high school. She didn’t know what possessed her not to. Maybe it was the fact that college cost MONEY and she was still working her ass off to send her mother to rehab. And boy did that take forever to raise funds for that. Not that it’d do her any good since…<br><br> No. Not here. Not now. You were here to unwind. Not fucking think about the woman who made your head spin. Focus on your conversation. the brunette thought to herself, tugging on a wet strand of brown hair.<br><br> Instead she let the water caress her, enjoying how the cool water felt on her body as she faced the blonde woman in front of her. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ashleigh825 | Feb 5 2011, 08:35 PM Post #9 |
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="500" width="500" background="http://oi56.tinypic.com/n37oft.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:265px; height:290px; right:0px; left:200px; top:80px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Date: Fall 13, 08; 11:00am<br> Outfit: Click<br> Mood: Awkward<br> Tag: Madison LaRosa<br><br>[/align] Gretchen chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest, studying the girl with interest. Aiight, so she seemed pretty cool. She understood where Gretchen was coming from, anyway. Well… maybe she wouldn’t understand where she had come from before Obsidian, but not many people did, and it wasn’t like Gretchen was planning on sharing that with anyone here, anyway. Brand new start or some shit like that, right? Whatever. Gretchen wasn’t that fucking naïve, but she still planned to keep LA back in LA where it belonged.<br><br> “Fuck, it’s like you born, you work and then you die. Sucks to be a part o’ the human race, don’t it?” she grinned, running both hands through her short wet hair, slicking it back to prevent it from falling in sopping tangles into her face before laughing at Madison’s next comment. “Country Club. Damn, that some high class shit. If this place is a country club, no wonder my broke, cussin’ ass ain’t getting’ in to the upper levels, man.”<br><br> As she continued to look at the short woman standing in the water in front of her, she noticed a look come across her face that Gretchen knew all too well. It was that look that said that there were old demons from the past trying to claw their way to the surface of her mind and drag her down into the same shit she narrowly escaped from. The smile slipped off Gretchen’s face, feeling sympathy for her. Didn’t matter what was weighing on her mind. Gretchen knew how bad it hurt to have old shit keep coming back to torment you, no matter what you did or where you went to get away from it. Well, ain’t none o’ my business to ask. I ain’t gonna take too kindly to a stranger buttin’ dey nose into my personal life, either, she decided, but she figured this meeting was probably over with. The last thing anyone wanted when they were thinking about shit like that was people around to annoy them.<br><br> Clearing her throat, Gretchen hopped out of the pool, gathering her towel and wrapping it around her, slipping her feet back into the flip flops she had brought with her. “Look, I gotta get goin’, but it was cool chillin’ with you, Madison. Maybe we’ll hang out sometime. Later,” she told her with a faint grin before disappearing through the gym’s front doors. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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