Post by rissa on Aug 20, 2009 9:09:01 GMT -5
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If you were to walk in to Larissa’s home at this point, you would think you were going to be visiting Paris Hilton or some celebrity along those lines. The house was much like the famous celebrities’ Paris Hilton, Britney Spears or Jessica Alba’s house. It was about three stories, each level having its own meaning. The first floor was the living room, dining room, and a large play room for the children that come over when Larissa has time to baby sit or when her friends with children come over. Or if her brothers come over, all three that have at least two kids. Jason has about three, Nathan had two and Nate had five. She was only twenty-two and was already an aunt to ten children. It was making her feel some what old. The first level also held a specially equipped room for her pit bull Cobalt. It had chew toys, a bed, and many other things in there no one could ever dream of giving their dog. So she spoiled him. What owner didn’t spoil their beloved pooch? The second floor, the biggest of them all, held bedrooms. Six bedrooms to be exact. Six bedrooms and five and a half bathrooms. The master bedroom, the one Larissa slept in, was on the far left of the second level. It had a full bathroom and walk in closet, with a king sized bed, flat screen television and a phone. The third level was nothing special. It had a pool table, a cooler full of several different kinds of alcohol including Jack Daniels, Corona, Smirnoff, Budweiser, Miller Lite, Busch Ice, and several other kinds. If there was one thing Larissa knew a lot about, it was alcohol. She grew up around it because of her father being an alcoholic, so she could tell the difference between Budweiser and Bud Lite.
A lot of people asked her how she could afford such an expensive house. How? Her brothers sent her money almost every day, thinking that she needed it even though she constantly told them that she did not need it. She also got money from the several times she would model with Victoria’s Secret, Gucci, Armani Exchange and several other things. She was not a big, famous model. She just filled in for models when they could not make it or when they needed an extra model. It paid extremely well, and she was hoping within the next year to get a contract from a modeling company. Now, that was a big dream she had right there. There was no doubt that Larissa had a killer body and was extremely beautiful. Her only worry was if she had a good enough personality to even get in. She heard a lot of models were extreme bitches and not the nicest people, and she just did not work well with bitches. Being bipolar was a bit of a challenge. It caused her to have a short temper, and one small thing could get the fuse. And once it was lit, it just was not going out any time soon.
Listen, Larissa. I’m fine. Jessica, Melody and Adriana are doing fine. So it Malinda. Alright? I’ll be out of college soon and going pro. Don’t worry. If I need money you’ll be the first I call. Nathaniel said on the other line, and Larissa heaved a heavy sigh. Why did her brother have to be so damn stubborn? Him and the other two brothers had lend her money plenty of times, and now this one time when she wants to repay them they refuse to accept the money and all give her the “I’m fine. The family is fine. If I need money you’ll be the first I call” speech. She wanted to help them out, repay them. Sure, they all had plenty of money because the jobs they were working were paying them at least 15 or so an hour. But she still wanted to repay them. It felt wrong allowing them to give her such huge amounts of money and her not being allowed to give some back. They found it perfectly fine and their money as a gift – she just found it annoying.
Fine, Nathan. Okay? But if you need any you better call me. Larissa said, holding the white cordless phone close to her ear. I will. Promise. I have to go now, Adriana is crying. Love you sis. he said, and with that they both hung up. Rarely ever did they tell each other that they loved them, mostly because they already knew it. if they didn’t love each other, they wouldn’t keep in contact and they wouldn’t have stuck together for so long. But if they hadn’t talked in a while, they would tell each other they love them and just hang up the phone. Half the time they said it without meaning, but if they were upset then it had some feeling behind it. Putting the phone back on the hook, she ran a hand through her brownish blond hair and let out another sigh. This one was lighter then the one before, this one to relax her muscles as the one before was because of irritation.
Standing up, she walked over to her dresser. It was about five or six in the afternoon, and she had been extremely lazy today and rebelled against changing from her pajamas in to some clothes. Sighing, she rummaged through her tank tops. It was supposed to be rather warm and humid out today, and that called for a tank top and shorts. Maybe even a pair of her Rainbow flip flops. She grabbed a white Cami tank top that she bought from Aeropostale and changed in to it, tugging out the bottom to make sure it came over her waist line. Closing the top drawer and going through the shorts next, she grabbed a pair of light blue jean shorts and changed swiftly in to them. The bottom of the tank top just about touched the bottom of her shorts. It wasn’t that the Cami was long, just that she shorts were well.. shorter then normal. Walking in to the bathroom she grabbed her brush off the shelf, turning around to look in the mirror as she ran it through her knotless hair. She had naturally knot-free hair, though on occasion she would get knots. For example.. when someone rubbed her head in order to annoy her or if she was going down the freeway at eight miles per hour with the windows down in her car. And even then she barely got knots. But the few knots she did get were a bitch to get out.
Smiling lightly, she put on some pale cream colored lip gloss and this pale golden color eye shadow to bring out her brown eyes. Now, her eyes stood out nicely against her blond hair, but it was still nice to bring them out even more every once in a while. Of course, it wasn’t like they popped out at her. The golden color of her skin kind of tuned down the intensity of her warm brown eyes, but they still showed very well. Now, while we are sitting here describing Larissa like she is some kind of goddess, I would like you to know that she has some physical flaws as well. She has a couple of scars, two showing up for then others from when she was younger. A horse had accidently hit the edge of its hoof against her leg and running it across their quickly, dragging against the skin painfully. The force from the hose cut against the skin, leaving Larissa with a pink scar on her calf muscle. She was also taller then most women, standing at 5’6” or 5’7”. She also tended to be taller then some guys as well, so it was a bit of a challenge.
She knew exactly where she was going tonight. The Safe House, a bar that a couple of people told her she should visit at least once. Of course, after telling her to do so they exchanged a mischievous smirk. She was a bit unsure if she really wanted to go or not, so it was worth a shot. Walking downstairs, she grabbed her flip flops off the stairs and pulled them on to her feet. She walked over to the mirror, checking her hair and make-up. No, she did not plan on meeting anyone. She just wanted to look at least presentable when she went out somewhere. She grabbed her car keys and cell phone, as well as the house key. Locking the door behind her as she left, she unlocked her black Ford Mustang and climbed in the driver’s seat. It was an automatic, and it was much easier to drive. She put the car key in the ignition, then started it up. Pulling out of the driveway, she pressed her food on the gas peddle and off the car sped. It didn’t take her five minutes to find the bar, and the wheeled in to the parking lot.
As she stepped out she got this weird feeling in her gut, as if something bad was going to happen tonight. She didn’t know why, but she just got that feeling. Locking the doors and checking to make sure that they all had locked, she made her way to the door. She made her way in, and a couple of glances were made her way. Tilting her head down enough to keep her face hidden but tilted up enough so she could see, she made her way over to the bar. The last thing she wanted was to be recognized when she walked in as “that hot babe that modeled lingerie, bras and swimsuits”. She’d been called that before and she just hated it. It showed just how many perverts there were in the world that looked at those catalogs and pictures just to see girls half naked. Finally reaching the bar and sitting down in the stool, she ignored the fact she felt like she was sinking. A guy walked over, smiling at her gently. You could tell he had a couple drinks in him, since you could just smell the alcohol rolling off his breath. Hey there baby. You’re Larissa, that lingerie chick right? he asked, his words slightly slurred but still understandable. She casted him a gentle smile, nodding her head. Yeah, that’s me. she said. He chuckled, nodding his head and looking over her body for a second. Nice. he mumbled, walking off to a large group of several men nearby. She groaned, and the man behind the bar walked over. Need anything toots? he asked. She looked up, smiling at him gently. She smiled gently at him. Oh no. I am fine, thank you. she said. He nodded and walked off. So far, her plan on not getting recognized did not work. Now to see if anyone else knew who she was.
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