Post by carolinecamhian on Sept 26, 2009 15:52:14 GMT -5
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
CAROLINECAMHIAN
NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT
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There was loud music deriving from all four walls of the hotel through the cold autumn nights here in Milwaukee. Scandalously dressed men and women came and left life moths with a fading and regaining interest in the bright light of the chandeliers in each luxurious hotel suite.
Dressed up in a blue and black parisian lace corset and matching lace panties-it was, after all, the dress code-she simply couldn't resist adding the 'blue blood touch' ( a phrase that often came from her mother's mouth while growing up in Paris) by adding the chandelier earrings paired with the rhinestone choker and the long, black, fingerless gloves. Of course, one couldn't possibly run about town in that, so on her way over she had thrown a pea coat that ended just an inch or two above her knees, the click of her blue platform pumps echoed behind her as she strolled through the hotel lobby, ignoring the horrified and mildly entertained looks from the people who had yet to be named in her mind around her as she entered the elevator, extendning a finger to light up the panel of buttons and waited patiently before the doors slid open at her designated destination.
Caroline couldn't remember actually being invited to this extravaganza, but the absence of an invitation had never stopped her before, and it sure wasn't going to now. She wandered around rather arrogantly at ease among the x-rated swirls of people whom she had never come to know, but after dropping her coat off in some open and otherwise unoccupied room, she seemed to blend in and these people thought nothing of her peculiar presence.
She made an attempt to find her host, but the two or three people of whom she had asked his wherabouts stared at her blankly and quickly denied knowledge of his position, as if it was some sort of clique secret. She then began on the search for some sort of bar or cocktail table, somewhere where alcohol was being served seeing that would be the only place where a single lady would linger without looking entirely purposeless and alone.
Not that that was a particularly intelligent idea, she was already partially adulterated by an odd combination of Lyriana and Ecstacy (which would be a very lucky combination for any remotely attractive man looking for an easy lay). She was dizzy and probably dangerously close to fainting into the champagne-colored wall or something. Anyone watching her drive to the festivities would conclude that she simply was just was not sober, dodging bullets and sideways glances. Not that she was stumbling or appeared to have a loss of balance, in fact she appeared rather poised now that she wasn't operating any sort of heavy machinery
WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE
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[/font]•notes• I notice a ton of roleplayers make their female characters particularly whorish in their quest for fictional male attention. Here, I would like to state that this is not the purpose I have for having Caroline sedated on 'Lyriana', a pill that is infamous for making women sexually aroused and has made her "an easy lay" as stated above. She is simply a pill popper that will take whatever, whenever and her mood will depend on which pill she had taken that day.
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•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !
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