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Post by ZIP ! on Aug 15, 2009 13:55:40 GMT -5
 * nothing's gonna stop me now  Life was busier then ever, with not only school on her plate, but a new job and a social life she never seemed to have time for. Her parents had called her to tell her that they missed her and wanted to see her home soon. It was weird. While Wynter lived on her own, her parents lived not far from her. About a twenty minute drive, but she didn't see them all that often. Their relationship was good, they were a very close knit family. She just never found the time to make it out to their place. Let alone hers! When she wasn't at school, she was at work. There were hardly ever down time where she could hang with friends or lounge around at home. The only time she was there was to sleep at night. Then again, she did like getting out of the place every so often.
It was Saturday. Saturday was the best day of the week, in Wynnie's opinion. She didn't have to get up for school, work (on most days) or anything else. Yet, she never slept in very late, and was always up by 9 and dressed, showered and ready to go anywhere by 10. That morning was no different. At just about nine, Wyn's eyes flickered open to stare at the ceiling above her bed. Briar, her mother, always went on about how she would never be late for anything because she had what was called an 'internal clock'. The brunette really couldn't disagree because from what she noticed about herself, it must have been true. She lay in her queen sized bed, the turquoise sheets covering her legs and half her torso. The comforter had been kicked down to the bottom of the bed since she moved a lot in her sleep. Kicking the sheets off, she swung her legs out of bed and stood there for a moment. White and yellow boxers sat just above the middle of her thigh and a bright yellow tank top was what she wore on top. Grabbing a white cotton house robe from the chair at her desk, she walked out into the hallway as she pulled it on and tied it across her waist. Down the hall was a closet for towels for all the upstairs bathrooms. She opened it and looked for her set when suddenly she felt the familiar touch of fur on her bare legs. Looking down, she spotted Tugger, her fat cat. With a smile, Wynter bent down and scooped him up in one arm, and rummaged for her towels with her free hand. Finding and grabbing them didn't take long, and she was back on her way to her bedroom where she dropped Tugger on the bed. Quickly, he curled up in a fat ball and fell asleep. Meanwhile, Wynter made her way into her bathroom and set the towels on the counter before undressing and getting into the shower.
When she was finished, she came out into the steam filled bathroom. The mirror was fogged up so she couldn't even see herself. Wrapping one large towel around her body and one around her hair, she went back into her bedroom where Tugger still slept on the bed. Tugger had been a gift for her 15th birthday. He had been just a kitten back then, but now he was huge, only three years old. Wynter had named him for a character in the broadway musical CATS, that she had also gone to see that birthday. Grabbing undergarments from her drawer, she slipt them on and threw the towel over the chair where her robe had been earlier. She searched her closet for clothes and decided on white skinny jeans and a green tank top. No doubt it would be cool outside just like any other day. With the white towel still around her head, she went back into the bathroom and wiped the mirror off so she could see herself. Since the room was still filled with steam, she leaned over the counter to crack open the privacy window. That was much better, now the steam could get out. Taking the towel from her head she turned on the blow dryer and started at her hair. Once finished, she applied a bit of makeup and went back into her room. She pulled on the jeans and white and looked at herself in the mirror. Not too bad, she shrugged. Before she left her room, she grabed a jacket and scarf. Then Wyn trotted down the stairs right into the kitchen. Her dog Hunter, was waiting for her, tail wagging. Hunter was her newest dog. Her other, much larger dog, lived at her parents house since she was too busy to take care of both dogs, a cat and a rabbit. Pulling out the cat and dog food, she filled each dish and returned the bag to it's spot under the counter. After that, she flung open a kitchen cupboard. Brown eyes scanned the contents it held, before grabbing a protein bar.
In the bowl in the front hall sat her keys, that constited of her house key, car key and her parents house key. On her way out the door, she grabbed the keys and went to her car. The car had been a gift for her eighteenth birthday from her parents. They hadn't gotten her one for her sixteenth because they said she wasn't going anywhere. She practiced driving on her father's car until they bought this one for her. She got in and started it up, plugging her iPod MP3 into the car stereo to listen too. She didn't have a plan on where to go, but would drive until she knew. Driving through the streets, she sang along with her music. Her passion for singing was strong, and she felt empowered by singing. As she passed the coffee shop, she parked on the side of the road and went in to get a coffee. It was right outside Mitchell Park Domes, so she figured she'd sit outside to drink her coffee. The weather wasn't great, but at least it wasn't raining. Yet. The inside of the shop smelled of roasted coffee beans and sweet treats. Getting in line, she pulled out her wallet from her purse.
` NOTES - pretty lame, but meh ` WORDS - one thousand fiftytwo ` STATUS - finished ` OUTFIT - - click here plz ` TAGGED - open (no first meetings plz) ` CREDIT - nothing personal ?! at & KENNA @ caution
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Post by rissa on Aug 19, 2009 22:33:21 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - Larissa sat beside her older brother Jason, both of them gazing up at their brothers with amazement and curiosity. Smiles spread across their faces as their brothers talked to them, telling them about the nights they got in trouble for staying out late and drinking or hanging out with the prettiest girls in school. One time, when I was talking to his cheerleader named Taylor, dad pulled up. God was I embarrassed. He took me and Nathan by the ear and pulled us to the car. Pulled our pants down and whipped our ass right there in front of everyone. I just could not sit for a week! Nathaniel, also called Nathan, told his siblings, Nathan, or Nate, holding a small smile at the memory. Larissa scooted to the edge of the bed and got off, her cold small feet hitting the bare wooden floor of Nate and Nathan’s bedroom. She crawled in their bed, sitting down in Nate’s lap. He smiled, wrapping his arms around his cold little sister as Nathan continued to tell the funny and interesting stories.
Hey! Remember when we drove in to the corn field and we had to tell dad why we were home so late? Nate said, holding his little sister close to his chest because she was cold. Nathan laughed silently, nodding his head and his shaggy brown hair shaking around his rounded face. Ah, yes. That night. Well, lets see. We had taken this girl terry and her sister Melissa out for a drive. We were plastered and drove off the side of the road straight through a cornfield. We were picking corn cobs out of the transmition for a week! But on the bright side.. we had a lot of corn that week. He said, and all the siblings let out silent laughs at their oldest brothers sense of humor. The family had always had a sense of humor, the twins Nathan and Nate having the biggest of the entire family.
All of a sudden, the sound of a pistol going off echoed through the wooden house. No one else had heard it, since the neighbors they had were at least a mile or so down the road. They rushed downstairs, quietly leaning their heads around the corner and looked in to their parents’ room. Tears began to fall from Larissa’s eyes as they all stood there in shock and horror, looking at the blood that was splattered across the walls and on the sheets. There stood their father, his right arm fully extended and pointing toward their mother’s head. A bullet wound opening was found at the back of her head, and that was where the blood was originating from. Smoke came from the barrel of the pistol, and no one made any movements or sounds. Jason wrapped one arm around Larissa, using the other to cover her mouth so she could not make any sounds. He carried her up the stairs, the twins’ following behind and Nathan grabbing the phone from the charger. His hand shook as he tried to hold the phone steady, but finally he managed to dial 911. Yes, operator? We need the police down here quick. Our father just shot our mom. We don’t know if he is coming after us. Please, hurry up. Quickly! Nathan said quietly, whispering to the woman on the other line. Alright doll, I will stay on the phone with you until law enforcement arrive.. she said, and Nathan just whispered an “okay”.
Law enforcement was there within the next ten minutes or so. But those short ten minutes felt like ten hours for the children. It was all filled with pain, tears and worry. So many thoughts were running through Larissa’s head. What if he came for them next? What if law enforcement didn’t come? What if dad found a way to make it looked like someone but he shot her? What if he wasn’t arrested? What if he found out it were his own kids that called it in? Larissa didn’t have an answer for any of the questions. But as soon as they arrived, yellow tape was wrapped around the house. Their father Michael was put in hand cuffs and charged for man slaughter and first degree murder. Since Nate and Nathan were soon to turn eighteen, Larissa and Jason were left in their custody. As their father was drove away and their mother was put in a body bag and the crime scene was cleaned, Larissa looked up at Nathan with big, brown sad eyes that held tears still. Nathan.. What is going to happen to us? she said, at twelve years old and speaking like a five year old. Nathan let out a large sigh, and hoisted his little sister in to his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, wrappings her tiny brown arms around his neck. Nothing is gonna happen Rissa. Nothing at all. he whispered to her, and held her close to him as if he was scared to let go.
Larissa awoke with a start, a loud scream coming from her vocal cords and ricocheting through her large and three story house. Sweat rolled down her delicate face, and she covered her face. The dream haunted her each and every night, and it seemed as if there was no escaping what had happened in her past. She had moved from Chicago to get away from her past, to start new so that she wouldn’t have to remember the drugs, the alcohol, the murder, or the pain that she went through there. Looking over at the clock, she realized she had overslept by several hours. It was about ten in the morning, and she had planned on being up by seven. Throwing the covers off of her hot and rigid body, she walked quickly to the bathroom. A nice, long hot shower to start the day and relax her mind was what she really needed right now. Undressing and quickly climbing in, she let the hot water hit her skin and automatically her skin relaxed. Washing her hair thoroughly and shaving, she rinsed and turned the water off. Drying off as much as possible and wrapping the towel around her, she stepped out of the bathroom and walked in to her bedroom, plunging through her doors in order to try and find something to wear.
She decided on something rather simple. A white baby doll shirt and a pair of jean short cut offs with some leather Rainbow flip flops would do the trick. She let the towel drop around her ankles, pulling on the usual undergarments before pulling the white shirt and jean shorts on over them. Slipping on the flip flops, she let out a deep sigh and pulled her long, thin brownish blond hair back in to a ponytail. A yawn escaped her thin pale pink lips, and her arms stretched out over her head. Her back and elbows popped, as well as her fingers as she entwined them and bent them back. It kind of sickened her to know that your body could actually pop the way it did. She was perfectly fine with popping her fingers, elbows, back, neck and ankles. But when it came to someone else popping them, it sent a shiver down her spine and made her stomach twist in to knots. She didn’t know what made her that way, but it did. Just like needles. They freaked her out, and she always tried to avoid the doctor and shots at all costs. Of course, the last thing she wanted was viruses or cervical cancer, so she always had to go in for the vaccinations or the shot to prevent cervical cancer. She never could remember the name of it. It started with some kind of “g” or something. Whatever it was, it hurt like a son of a bitch. But one thing Larissa had learned was that after the shot, if you went home and stood in a doorway and tried to push the doorway apart with you’re arms on each side of the door frame, it would not be as sore the next morning. Whether it was because you stressed your muscles until it was numb or if it was because it spread the vaccine out through you’re blood and not letting it stay in one place was something Larissa did not know. But it worked, and that was all that mattered to her.
Walking downstairs, the twenty-two year old grabbed her car keys and cell phone from off the coffee table in the living room. She was not quite sure where she was headed, but she needed to get out of the house and get her mind off of certain things. She had an appointment with an agent tomorrow about modeling for Victoria’s Secret, so she was pretty stressed about that. She was worried about how her brothers were doing as well. They had gotten scholarships about four years ago to college for sports. Jason got a basketball one, Nathan got a football one, and Nate got a baseball one. All were major athletes and extremely good at what they did. Larissa, even though she was the youngest and only girl, was extremely proud of her older brothers. Pressing a button and unlocking her car, she climbed inside the black Ford Mustang and sped off. She was running the speed limit, and never really went over it unless passing someone. She knew where she was going – a coffee shop that was located by the domes. It had a nice view of the domes, and the coffee there was very good. She pulled up and parked her car, getting out and quickly walking up to the counter. Pulling her wallet out, she got enough money to pay for her drink out and put the billfold back in to her purse. One she had left in the car from yesterday. The girl that stood in front of her looked crazily familiar, and Larissa wasn’t the kind of girl to stand around and think about where she had seen her before. Being the outgoing female she was, she smiled and walked up beside the girl. Hey, she told her, holding out her right hand for the girl to shake. I’m Larissa. Have I seen you before? I’m sorry if I come across as rude. It’s just.. you look really familiar. she said, letting out a small laugh. Okay, so Larissa wasn’t the best at communicating with someone new. She had just moved here, give her a break will you? - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS complete. TAGGED FOR well, i own it now. WORD COUNT one seven six seven without codes. BANNER me. TEMPLATE me. TEXT BANNER corinna @ THESE AMARILLO SKIES. MUSE I Love You This Much by Jimmy Wayne NOTES donee! |
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Post by ZIP ! on Aug 20, 2009 0:06:50 GMT -5
* nothing's gonna stop me now It was typical for the place to be quite busy at this point. Most people came for lunch or met up with friends in the cozy shop. Roughly six people stood in line in front of Wynter, though she didn't mind waiting. Opening her Guess wallet, she shuffled through it. Somewhere in there was the ten dollar bill that she had left over from yesterday's dinner run. Having met up with a friend from class to go over the new assignment, Wyn didn't feel like cooking herself dinner so late in the day. Class had been long and boring and she just wanted to go home. So she had took a quick trip to Harvey's for a veggie burger and fries. Now the ten dollar bill was left crumpled up in her wallet, where all the change was kept. Memory kicked in and she recalled shoving it in there with the coins as she hurriedly tried to take the change and her meal. Pulling open the zipper, she grabbed the crumpled bill out and smoothed it flat. Then she shut her wallet and placed it back into her purse.
Brown eyes looked up again. Four people left in front of her. With a gentle touch Wynter pushed back hair from her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. It was only then she realized her sunglasses were still over her eyes. That was quickly corrected and they were placed ontop of her head. Since the lighting in the coffee shop wasn't bright, but more moody, her eyes didn't go into shock, they adjusted quite fine. Now she could concentrate on the menu behind the counter. Because she wore contacts, it was easy to see what the signs read. Though it was easy to see, the decision on what to order didn't fall in the same category. The choices here were endless, each one like heaven in a cup! The line was whittling down and she would have to make a decision sooner or later. She didn't need another experience like one she had several years ago back home. In a Starbucks she stood, talking with her friend in line. Well she had been so occupied that she hadn't even realized it was her turn at cash. So she stepped forward after a moment and had no idea what to even order. The people in line were clearly grumpy, it being first thing in the morning before work, or in Wynter's case back then, high school. They started grumbling, moaning and one man even yelled at her. She had been only fifteen and totally shy, so she kind of freaked out on the inside, getting all nervous. She had tripped over her words and finally jumbled out an order. The worst part was, she ordered some drink she didn't even like. Wynter had been an awkward fifteen year old, but got over that quickly.
It seemed there was a hold up in the line, similiar to her own, five years ago. Then woman at the front must have had a large order or been confused about something. Leaning to one side to get a better look, Wynter frowned. She was complaining about the prices, she realized, as the red head's voice got louder and louder. A small sigh escaped her soft pink lips as she stood back in line. The prices here weren't bad at all! Some people were just rude.
Glancing over her shoulder, it hit her that she was the last person in line. Shrugging, she turned back to the front, trying to see if this woman was quite finished, when she suddenly felt someone beside her. Turning to the side, brown eyes took notice of the dark blonde-ish woman now beside her, smiling. "Hey. I’m Larissa. Have I seen you before? I’m sorry if I come across as rude. It’s just.. you look really familiar." Larissa's hand was extended out to her, so Wynter smiled in return as she shook it. "Hey I'm Wynter," she replied cheerfully. Without being creepy, she gave the girl another once over. "Did I run into you at the library once?" she asked after a moment of trying to decide. "The check out line, you suggested a really good book... I think it was you," she chuckled placing a hand under her chin. If it hadn't been her, it was someone who looked an awful lot like her. Just a few days ago Wynter had decided to head to the library to look for an audio book on cd. She found the one she wanted and had headed to the check out line where three people were in front of her. The woman who had resembled Larissa had been directly in front, holding a few books in hand. She had been really friendly and suggested one to Wynter, who had picked it up at the bookstore the next day. She read it quite fast and had really enjoyed it.
Not only did her looks match the description, her friendly personality did as well. Wynter would be kind of surprised if she wasn't the same woman. But if not, there were a lot of people in Milwaukee. A lot of friendly ones too, and sure as heck a lot with the same hair colour. Though the face was hardly forgetable, she was extremely stunning. The face a model would have, plus a body to match. These were all simple observation Wynter made at first glance, it was hard not to notice Larissa's beauty.
` NOTES - low count, but i'm off to bed aha ` WORDS - nine twenty five ` STATUS - finished ` OUTFIT - - click here plz ` TAGGED - larissa (closed) ` CREDIT - nothing personal ?! at & KENNA @ caution
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