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| Players 3 | we are undercover, passions on the run, chasing love up against the sun  Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover If she's with me I'll blink the lights To let you know tonight's the night For me and you, my part-time lover We are undercover passions on the run Chasing love up against the sun We are strangers by day, lovers by night Knowing it's so wrong, feeling so right Part-Time Lover by Copeland Link to previous thread. Players 9: Boston This is the moment that you know That you told her that you loved her, but you don’t You touch her skin and then you think That she is beautiful, but she don’t mean a thing to me Boston, Massachusetts: cultural Mecca of the United States and the largest city in the New England region. Affectionately dubbed “The Athens of America,” Boston is an intellectual hub, with some of the world’s most prominent collegiate institutions, and a history rich with spilled tea and the revolution. Centuries after the Puritans landed and Paul Revere rode his horse around the then infantile town to warn, “The British are coming!,” Boston is a thriving, urban metropolis, and the seventh largest city in the US. Having survived industrialization, post-modernism, and devastating economic fluxes, Boston emerged as one of the nation’s premier centers for politics, art, culture, and music (and most recently, it is responsible for the emergence of the hardcore punk scene).[/size] The Game I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking As we moved together in the dark And all the friends that I was telling All the playful misspellings And every bite I gave her left a mark In the words of God AKA: Wikipedia, “Hard work, moral uprightness, and an emphasis on education remain part of Boston's culture.” At Weston High School, students are expected to uphold these values. Some of them do, but not everyone. While Weston offers a broad spectrum of extra curriculars, there are those who derive their greatest satisfaction not from scoring goals or making touch downs, but from empty promises whispered in the dark of a stranger’s bedroom. For some, it’s a malicious and calculated game that objectifies unwitting victims, reducing them to black pen marks in little black books, and arbitrary notches on belts of experience. For others, it’s a careless and ignorant gesture; a one-night stand written off as nothing more than a casual fling. And then there are those who are just guilty by association. Your friends are an extension of yourself, and if their locker-room talk boasts of latest conquests and present endeavors, you’re no better than the lot of them. In fact, you might be worse, for you stood idly by. Or so the story goes. As tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises That you said you didn’t want to fade But they did, and so did I that day “The game,” to put it bluntly, is no longer about bedding the most innocent girl in school or the taming of the shrew. It’s about the lies we tell ourselves to get us through another day, and the comfort we find in the rhythm of a stranger’s skin. It’s about careless acts of passion, carefully construed plans of moral depravity, and meaningless trysts that perpetuate a vicious cycle of guilt and self-deprecation. It’s about the people we push away to keep from getting too close; to prevent from preying on our weaknesses, or discovering the carefully polished chinks in our seemingly impenetrable armor. It’s about the lengths we will go to make sure we are the ones who leave first come sunrise, because there is nothing worse than waking up to find that someone else already beat you to it. So one last touch and then you’ll go And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more But it was vile, and it was cheep And you are beautiful, but you don’t mean a thing to me Informational Links Players 9 Website – Complete with Profiles and Fanart (In Progress) Boston at Wikipedia – For more information on the city Weston High School Clubs and Organizations – Um. Yeah. Self-explanatory. Senior Players Abraham Yisroel (Max Minghella) he is the zissou Aidan Troy (Cillian Murphy) xKatx Christopher “Chris” Graham (Jesse Lacey) FAIT_Accompli Christopher Huxley (Jonathon Rhys-Meyers) Dr. Barnett05 Dalen Kayhill (Justin Bradley) Beautiful Stranger Dominick Rhodes (Matthew Gray Gubler) In Fair Verona Jackson Rasmussen (Michael Pitt) PJ_Believer Jameson Montague (Ryan Gosling) Kiss_Me_Kate323 Kasey Morgan (Justin Chatwin) Dimaranwen Keston LaCoaste (Benjamin McKenzie) x*Brooke*x Leonard “Leo” D’Arcy (Jamie Dornan) *Sarahrooie* Lucas “Luke” Matteo (James Franco) xocourtneyxo Nicholas Tam (Heath Ledger) Sundance Kid Nolan McAllister (Damien Van Zyl) The Fifth Element Reese Wyman (Kevin Zegers) straylight Ryan Cooper-Davenport (Dominic Cooper) DreamOn777 Templeton “Temple” Reynolds (Charlie Hunnam) onedur Travis Matsuura (Jun Matsumoto) In Fair Verona Tyree Spears (Marques Houston) straylight William “Billy” Maphire (Ian McNeil) Old Wolf Senior Others Allegra “Allie” Monroe (Romola Garai) Kiss Me Kate323 Andrew Echolls (Louis Garrel) FAIT_Accompli Arden Bridges (Amanda Bynes) One and Only Avery Ethelstan (Amanda Righetti) straylight Austen Hobbes (Sean Biggerstaff) x*Brooke*x Breanna Hobbes (Ginnifer Goodwin) In Fair Verona Brown Coleman (Leandro Becker) One and Only Catalina Gutierre (Zoë Saldana) he is the zissou Chase Halvorson (Hayden Christensen) Kiss_Me_Kate323 Chloe Kostas (Anne Hathaway) onedur Daryl Cage (Keira Knightly) Excalibur Deirdre Marquet (Elaine Cassidy) FAIT_Accompli Dongyun “Yun/Damien” Kwan (Rick Yune) Endless Rain Egan Devereux (Lee Williams) nouvelle jeux Eliza Echolls (Eva Green) *Sarahrooie* Farryn Kennicot (Margo Harshman) Beautiful Stranger Greer Di Benedetto (Lisa Origliasso) PJ_Believer Hayden “Dee” Harrell (Kate Ellery) dreamboat 370 Holden Harrell (Chris Doe) dreamboat370 Isobel Wescott (Zooey Deschanel) Sundance Kid Jenny Darlotte (Trish Goff) x*Brooke*x Jeremiah “Jeremy” Flynn (Brandon Routh) Dimaranwen Kaede Yasashiku (Olivia Lufkin) tableofhearts Lauren Palmer (Dominique Swain) FAIT_Accompli Leah Madison (Christina Ricci) MissAndieWitter Loudon Crow (Nick Valensi) Sundance Kid Madeline Jeston (Emilie de Raven) x*Brooke*x Mason Davis (Shenae Grimes) xocourtneyxo Micah Dunlevy (Sufjan Stevens) The Fifth Element Mollie Astley (Michelle Nolan) *Sarahrooie* Reagan Atherton (Mandy Moore) fleur captives Ridley Bosworth (Steve Sandvoss) In Fair Verona Roxanne “Roxy” Terret (Rachel McAdams) James_is_my_Baby23 Ryland McKensie (Trent Ford) onedur Sileou Harvey (Mischa Barton) MischaFan42 Sophia Wagner (Bryce Dallas Howard) DreamOn777 Tanner West (Scarlett Johansson) Kiss_Me_Kate323 Tristan Cochran (Gaspard Ulliel) Dimaranwen Vishnumaya “Maya” Odathi (Parminder Nagra) xKatx Senior Hors Celinda Garrett (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) The Fifth Element Dylan Rhodes (Katherine Moening) Endless Rain Diana Morgan (Elisha Cuthbert) kncliff87 Ebony McAlpine (Kristen Kreuk) Beauty In Imperfection Leila Morgan (Jessica Stam) x*Brooke*x Junior Players Adlai Legends (Jeremy DuFour) Endless Rain Ayda Elmeligue (Leonor Varela) straylight Austin Seabold (J.D. Pardo) tableofhearts Peter Connaway (Jamie Johnston) MissAndieWitter Junior Others Andrea “Andie” Donahue (Saskia Burmeister) FAIT_Accompli Aubrey St. John (Rachel Hurd-Wood) The Fifth Element Joseph Lincoln (Vincent Lacrocq) he is the zissou Margaret “Meg” Anstruther (Allison Lohman) he is the zissou Maxwell “Max” Kennedy (Chad Cunningham) *Sarahrooie* Naomi Graham (Thora Birch) Sundance Kid Natalie Giordano (Carol Bernardi) FAIT_Accompli Neveah Matthews (Mena Suvari) onedur Peyton Hafenbrack (Ellen Page) In Fair Verona Sadie Riehl (Irina Lazareanu) fleur captives Sailor Dean (Brittany Mastin) One and Only Samson Weisman (Teddy Geiger) PJ_Believer Sasha Montague (Ashley Leggat) Beautiful Stranger Whitney-Anne Carpenter (Tiffany Dravecky) Old Wolf Winston Haverell (Garrett Hedlung) One and Only Junior HORS Amelia Coleman (Kristen Stewart) Kiss_Me_Kate323 Arabelle Cooper-Davenport (Ashley Trisdale) ~Crayola~ Francesca “Frankie” Federico (Nikki Reed) James_Is_My_Baby23 Sophomore Others Fiona Cooper-Davenport (Camilla Belle) nouvelle jeux Katelyn “Kate” Reed (Nataliya Piro) x*Brooke*x Faculty Bryce Cunningham (Brad Pitt / History) Charles “Charlie” Gates (John Krasinski / Assistant Teacher and Varsity Football Coach) nouvelle jeux Danica Hollander (Charlize Theron/French, Art, Senior Homeroom) The Fifth Element Ethan Reznick (Zach Braff/Photography, Junior Homeroom) The Fifth Element Jack Elridge (Louis Theroux / Creative Writing and Honors English 11) fleur captives Michelle DeVoss (Audrey Tautou / Advanced Biology I, II and Environmental Systems) In Fair Verona The Players Soundtrack BEFORE THE GAME: 23 - Jimmy Eat World Another For Another by Lennon Can't Stop - Mozella Dirty Business by The Dresden Dolls I’m Your Villain by Franz Ferdinand Into The Fire - Thirteen Senses Japanese Gum by Her Space Holiday Ladytron" by Roxy Music Popular by Nada Surf Riga Girls - The Weepies The Mating Game" by the Monochrome Set The Moth by Aimee Mann The Sinner In Me by Depeche Mode Too Drunk To Fuck by Dead Kennedy’s/Nouvelle Vague What Of Me - Trespassers William Two Points For Honesty - Guster Where Happiness Lives - Magnet You’re So Damn Hot by OK Go DURING THE GAME: All I Want - Susie Suh Chocolate by Snow Patrol Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol Bedroom Dancing by Day One Disintegration - Jimmy Eat World Distraction - Angels And Airwaves Fidelity - Regina Spektor My Favorite Game by The Cardigans Night Drive by Jimmy Eat World No Uniform Is Gonna Keep You Warm - Nightmare of You Over My Head (Cable Car) by The Fray Part-Time Lover by Copeland Punish Me With Kisses - Bird York Stars and Boulevards by Augustana Stitches by Orgy The Ratio of Freckles to Stars by Halou The Walk by Imogen Heap This Time Of Night" by New Order Today - Joshua Radin Twenty Four Hours - Athlete Vertical Cougar - Beep Beep AFTER THE GAME: A Dark Congregation - The Hush Sound A Few Hours After This" by the Cure Broken Promises For Broken Hearts by She Wants Revenge Collide - Dishwalla Girl Singing In The Wreckage by Black Box Recorder Heaven Is Paved With Broken Glass" by XTC Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap Linger by The Cranberries Never Take Friendship Personal – Anberlin Precious - Depeche Mode Relapsing by Boys Night Out Say Hello, Wave Goodbye by David Gray Skeleton Key - Margot & The Nuclear So & So's Someone Else's Arms - Mae Tear In your Hand by Tori Amos Teenage Love Song by Rilo Kiley The Space Between by Valencia Vow by Garbage What If You - Joshua Radin Your Heart Dies - The Brunettes Role Players Alicia | onedur | Character Journal: geech @ GJ Ann | PJ_Believer Beauty In Imperfection | Beauty In Imperfection Bob | Old Wolf Brooke | x*Brooke*x Dana | tableofhearts Dr. Barnett05 | Dr. Barnett05 Emily | dreamboat 370 | zombietupac @ GJ Jace | straylight | Character Journal: chiodo @ GJ Janay | he is the zissou | fpmip @ GJ Janine | The_Fifth_Element | Character Journal: the_rizz_581 @ LJ Joelle | Beautiful Stranger Kat | xKatx Kate | Kiss_Me_Kate323 Leigha AKA satan | fleur captives | Character Journal: pimpf @ GJ Lindsey | ~Crayola~ Lisa | Sundance Kid Lo | One and Only Mal | MissAndieWitter Maxi | Endless Rain Michelle | Excalibur Robbs | Dimaranwen | Character Journal: dimaranwen @ GJ Sarah | DreamOn777 Sarah | *Sarahrooie* Scarlet | FAIT_Accompli | Character Journal: tasker @ GJ Sibby | In Fair Verona | Character Journal: roidys @ GJ Tina | nouvelle jeux __________________ She built a skyscrapper of procrastonation And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window of her reply And she felt like an actress, just reading her lines When she finally said "yes, it's really goodbye this time." 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| Elite Fan Joined: Oct 2000
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| OOC: I can't believe we're already on a new thread. It feels just like old times.  Anyway. These are reposts. And if anyone still needs a place to put someone at the party, the random flailing hand that just hit Andie in the face? Could easily be a character. Just saying. Natalie Giordano (open) Had Natalie given much thought to the popularity of her present location before she set out for it, she might have ended up someplace different. Perhaps it was naïve of her to think that her fellow peers would be too preoccupied with other more interesting engagements. O’Connors was a newfound refuge, but when she heard tales of it’s popularity on the weekends, she assumed they were slight exaggerations. She was wrong. A booth had been procured, but it wasn’t long before the others filled and the clamor grew loud enough to interrupt her reading. And what exactly was Natalie Giordano reading on a Friday evening when others her age were otherwise preoccupied with shameless debauchery and binge drinking (which, yes, Natalie is perfectly aware of; she may be a good Christian girl, but for Christ’s I mean peat’s sake, she wasn’t raised in a convent)? The Purpose-Driven Life, you may wonder? Actually, no. Natalie, like any other incoming junior Honors student had put off the summer reading for her Honors English class, and was just now getting around to the last book in a series of required readings assigned over the summer. Her only company was the angst-driven musings of a one Holden Caulfield, and a tattered copy of Catcher in the Rye, which she had managed to procure from her father’s collection. Catcher in the Rye, she had been promised, was a book that transcended generations and changed lives. Natalie read, and she read, and she read some more, waiting to identify and to empathize, but such life changing feelings weren’t experienced. Then again, she was only on chapter two. The conclusion of a page served as an excuse for a “break,” and by now her basket of fries were half-full and cold. In taking the opportunity to gouge her surroundings and see if she could make out any friendly faces, she spotted one that garnered enough familiarity to merit a greeting were eye-contact to be made. When Natalie saw Whitney-Anne Carpenter enter the restaurant, she shrunk down in her seat, hoping to go unnoticed and to be saved a winded discussion of manifest destiny and the ten commandments. Fortune smiled on Natalie in the form of a distraction, a boy she could not make out (as Natalie wasn’t an expert in recognizing backs), and she returned back to her reading feeling immensely relieved. That relief was short-lived when she realized she still had 150+ pages to get through before Monday. Andie Honestly, Andie didn’t care how Meg accomplished the task she had issued so long as she completed it. If that required moral support from a more empathetic source, so be it. Andie’s only regret was that she wouldn’t be able to witness the spectacle in person. There was probably something to be said from the fact that the most exhilarating point of the evening (at least for her) came at the expense of someone else. Andie possessed no delusions of sainthood; she was a horrible, horrible person. And she was the worst kind of horrible person. She was passive-aggressive. She had, in Reagan’s words, sent her best friend into the lion’s den. If dots were connected back to her, she’d run for the hills before admitting her part in the scheme. See? Terrible. Andie didn’t dwell too much on it. She didn’t have time to. Meg disappeared to complete her task, and Andie was left with perhaps the two people she spent the least amount of time with. As quickly as she had forgotten her trepidation, she regained it as they began moving through the throngs of inebriated bodies and flailing limbs. The deeper they treaded in search of “provisions,” the more nervous Andie became. It wasn’t so much the collective state of inebriation that unsettled Andie, but simply the large mass of bodies. If she didn’t keep up with Andrew and Reagan, she feared getting left behind. And God forbid there be a fire, for she didn’t see any feasible quick escape that didn’t involve hurling herself over bodies. Andie clung close to Reagan, eyeing the faceless partiers wearily, counting how long she could go before getting smacked in the face by a flailing arm. A near minute went by before a rogue hand from the side smacked her in the face. “Ow.” Chris “This restless bunch? Never.” Remarkably enough, when around Maya, Chris was known to extend a bit of restraint and had yet to test the limits to their supposedly platonic relationship. There were those rare moments in which he was occasionally caught off guard by something she did or said, and not being able to help himself, his hands closed in around her hips, holding her close to him as they began to sway and jive to the music together. In these moments, Chris had a penchant for letting the urge to test the waters of their friendship pass him right on by. Narrowing his gaze skeptically at Maya, he shook his head, smiling sheepishly to himself. “You know that’s asking a lot of me.” Chris couldn’t be counted on to know where he would be in the next minute, let alone a couple hours from the present time. He was careful to make certain exceptions though. “… but seeing as how it’s you, I guess I can make a special exception.” He conceded finally, but not before adding. “But if you should find yourself in company you’d rather not part with, don’t on my account.” Lauren The sound of the front door was enough to slightly jar Lauren, and a myriad of different possibilities played through her head. She wasn’t sure if the Flynn’s arriving home early was a Best or Worst case scenario, seeing as how their daughter was now up a half hour past curfew. It never once occurred to Lauren that the Flynn’s might have another child, though when she turned to glance at the figure who had intruded upon her short-lived solitude, she could see that child was hardly appropriate. The boy looked about her age, and his politeness temporarily took her by surprise, as politeness was as foreign in most boys her age as the Catacombs of France were to her. “Well I should hope so, especially after seeing When a Stranger Calls.” The original, not the new one, not that she felt any particular need to validate her movie tastes or explain herself. “God forbid you really were an attacker.” He was considerably … built … for one thing. “All I have is this ice cream scooper to protect myself.” And she held it up to emphasize, before an amiable grin finally broke her lips in an official acceptance of his greeting. “I’m Lauren, The Baby Sitter.” There was an emphasized pause in her introduction, and she was immediately reminded of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But again her closet-nerd remained quiet in an attempt to save face. Non-killer boy was kind of cute, and apparently he intended to sneak in a little ice cream himself. __________________ She built a skyscrapper of procrastonation And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window of her reply And she felt like an actress, just reading her lines When she finally said "yes, it's really goodbye this time." Last edited by FAIT_Accompli : 07-01-2006 at 03:26 PM. | |||
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| Elite Fan Joined: Oct 2000
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| OOC: Hmm. While it seems like Roxie and Egan are too preoccupied to get Deirdre her desert, I'm thinking she could (rudely) invade a nearby booth and steal someone else's food in the mean time. Is there anyone open who's sitting alone in a booth? Andrew Part of the reason Andrew suggested they venture inside was rooted in the idea that he might actually be able to spot Meg and Tristan. Once inside, the unlikelihood of this wishful thought was realized. This was probably just as well. One of Meg’s potential targets was none other than Neveah Matthews, and if she found herself the unfortunate subject of Andie’s dare, it was probably best to keep clear. Conflict of interest, you know. It was his girlfriend versus one of his oldest childhood friends. Neveah had just as many incriminating things on him as Meg and Tristan had on one another. They just didn’t feel the need to tauntingly publicize it, but still, he’d rather not tempt her, period. Once he abandoned (at least for now) any notion of finding their missing party members, Andrew did his best to weave in and out of people, every now casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure the other two girls hadn’t been lost to the oblivious sea of bodies. The door to the kitchen soon appeared before him, and in one final effort to keep the three of them together, Andrew reached for Reagan’s hand, as she was the closest, and pulled her close to him in an effort to guide them both to the door. He was just about to lose Andie before he snatched her arm at the last minute before a swarm of drunk jocks (her face was one etched of horror as they were considerably bigger than her) nearly trampled her. Miraculously, the three made it through to the kitchen, where the ratio of ten billion people to one square feet had dropped to ten million, allowing for easier navigation. And finally, he arrived at his intended destination, the liquor cabinet he was perhaps even more familiar with than the hostess herself. Andrew opened the door, “What be your poison?” he asked Reagan, all the while procuring a simple Jack Daniels for himself. __________________ She built a skyscrapper of procrastonation And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window of her reply And she felt like an actress, just reading her lines When she finally said "yes, it's really goodbye this time." | |||
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| Fan Forum's Finest  Joined: Sep 2000
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| OOC: Letty, if you want, I can have Peter be the one with the flailing (or not so flailing, especially him being a guy) hands, since he's just wandering at the party anyway? __________________ "To wish you were someone else is to {waste} the person you are." ♥Mal | |||
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| Elite Fan Joined: Oct 2000
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| OOC: Haha. That'd be awesome! If he's in the kitchen, that might make more sense now, since I moved Andrew, Reagan, and Andie into the kitchen. __________________ She built a skyscrapper of procrastonation And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window of her reply And she felt like an actress, just reading her lines When she finally said "yes, it's really goodbye this time." | |||
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| Master Fan  Joined: Dec 2004
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| repost Roxie Roxie was about to write down the number on Egans hand when he pulled it away. She looked at him as he explained that his hands became clamy when he was nervous. A guy? Nervous? When was a guy ever nervous. The girls are supposed to be the nervous ones. However, she took the white napkin from hsi hand that he had pulled out of his pocket and turned and pressed it against the wall and wrote down her cell phone number on the white napkin with her name above it, dotting her 'i' with a small heart. She folded it and turned back to him and hand it to him. "Here" she said with a smile and then slipping the pen back behind her ear. She couldn't believe this. She gave a guy her phone number. She just hoped that this wasn't just some sort of joke that him and his friend or friends could laugh about. __________________ Lauren Nathan&Haley|Zac&Vanessa|Dan&Serena|Chuck&Blair Visit Ashley Tisdale avi credit: Kathryn | |||
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| Part-Time Fan  Joined: Apr 2006
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| Egan "You dot your i's with a heart." He grinned widely, as if it was the cutest thing that he had ever seen. He took the napkin from her, and opened it just to take a quick look, like he couldn't believe that he'd managed to get her number. It's the smallest gestures that have the most significance, you know. He carefully folded the napkin back together, and then folded it again before carefully tucking it into his pockets. "Well, I should... probably get back," he said with great reluctance. "Deidre's waiting for me and all." With his hands tucked in his pockets, he rocked back and forth on his heels, looking like the shy adolescent that he's supposed to be. He allowed an uncertain beat to pass by - for that moment, it seemed as if he would go back to his booth, and that would be the end of that. He turned to go, but then suddenly pivoted on his heels, spinning back towards her. He cupped the side of her face with one hand and went in for a deep kiss. When he parted from her, he took a moment to catch his breath. "I'm sorry," he said. But he did not take a step back, nor did he take his hand away. His body still against hers, their foreheads leaned together as he breathed with careful measure. "Was that too forward of me?" __________________ Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away It’ll be a miracle | |||
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| Dedicated Fan  Joined: Mar 2003
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| You people move fast. And I never saw any policemen in France. Maybe I should be happy about that? Letty, Loudon's at the diner now, so you should get Deirdre over there. Sibby, I'm most definitely sending Isobel over as soon as I find an (in)convenient enough moment.  Mal, if you want you could also send Peter in Naomi's direction when he's done hitting people in the face. She's still open and on the beach, either way. And Nicholas is still open too. Somewhere. Loudon Crowe The best time for serious studying and catching up had always been the weekend. On schooldays, there were constantly chores to do, extra curricular activities to attend and basic homework that may or may not be very difficult, but it sure did take too much time to complete. Weekends on the contrary were impeccable opportunities to improve in the fields that needed to be improved. Such as mathematics, something that Loudon Crowe still had not quite figured out how to master entirely. But that would probably be the one and only school related thing he was not already accomplished in. But who could blame him? It was not as if he was the only one having (minor) issues with this subject. To be completely honest, most of his peers seemed to learn trigonometry for only so that they would better understand how a threesome worked. Which, of course, was not Loudon's problem but theirs. In fact, trigonometry was the only thing about the subject that he fully mastered and that without having even, ever, taken part of a threesome or any other kind of sexual experiment. Which he, when he thought about it, was rather proud of. The chapter that Loudon found to be the hardest one was the, in reality, quite simple one treating calculations from statistics. Which admittedly was something he should have learned a long time ago, had he not been so busy with the debate team and the student council. Not to forget the frisbee club of course, which had long since been given his heart and soul. Anyway, this fine evening Loudon was in a particularly good mood for studying, and had chosen to do so at the local diner, O'Connors. Sitting in an apart from himself empty booth, he had his nose in the books and the fourth cup of coffee placed on the table at a safe distance from his books. There was nothing worse than to spill coffee all over the place and besides, with the coffee placed on the other side of the table, the odds of him drinking it and having to order yet another one were at least a little bit smaller. Naomi Graham (repost) One night of being in the "elite" crowd. Or more accurately, sort of pretending to kind of maybe be in the elite crowd. The point is that regardless of her current social status in the school hallways (which, she guessed, was not as good as it could have been, had she slept with some not so lovely players), Naomi had her mind set on a fun night with lots of beer and hopefully less drunk, annoying and drooling boys. She was however, not invited, but when she had approached the beach house a couple of hours ago she had spotted at least a dozen of kids that she was sure would never end up being popular. Unless of course, hell would decide to freeze over. For her own part, she figured that she was safe enough as long as she did not draw too much attention to herself and did not start a war in the house, spill out her drink on a player or something equally inappropriate. Actually though, the last thing could be fun. She made a mental note to pour her beverage all over someone she disliked by the time she had had enough of the party and wanted to go home anyway. Surely nobody would dare to touch her? And even if they did, not only did Naomi have both a strong upper body, but conveniently fast legs. Now if that would not be enough either, she was sure that her brother would come to her rescue eventually. That is, after he managed to shake off the eight cheerleaders lying on top of him. Oh, and he would most likely also finish his beer first (or whatever he would be drinking at the time). To assure herself of her safety entirely (although she did not see anything wrong with a nice midnight fistfight), she had decided to cover up the one thing about her that caught people's attention. Apart from her big mouth, of course. No, not her breasts either. Her bright red, short spiky hair was carefully tucked in under a black beanie with the highly original message "**** off". Now that if anything would drive people away from her and let her drink alone, now would it not? Having already had four cans of beer and a glass of wine, Naomi headed out the door and walked down on the beach for some fresh air. There comes a point when the screams and fake laughter of cheerleader wannabes and high school jocks become tiring, and that is when you are really grateful that you are at a beach. That way, if luck was on her side, not only would she breath fresh air for a little while, but she might even be able to throw someone into the waves. Purely for the sake of doing so, of course. __________________ Makes it kind of quiver down in the core 'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumblin' You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night | |||
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| Fan Forum's Finest Joined: Sep 2000
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| Peter Nodding his head to the heavy rock beat playing over the speakers, Peter made his way into the kitchen, stopping by the counter to pick up a bottle of Corona. Grabbing the bottle opener, he pried the lid off, and took a long swig. "Ahhh..." he sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Unfortunately, due to the close proximity of other people, he seemed to hit something--or someone--with his elbow as he raised his hand to his mouth. "Dammit." He muttered silently, still very much in tact with what he was doing. At this point, Peter figured he was probably one of the few sober ones at the party as of yet. "Sorry," he murmured, a louder tone, as he looked over to see who he had hit. __________________ "To wish you were someone else is to {waste} the person you are." ♥Mal | |||
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| Master Fan  Joined: Jan 2003
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| Ryan Ryan watched as Amelia shrugged off his comment about her brother.Well,he hadn't guessed she would want to talk about him.Ryan wouldn't want to stand around and talk about either of his sisters with her.He watched silently as Amelia grabbed a beer for herself and slowly opened it.Silence was golden.The smart ones could control silence.Silence often disturbed people.It was uncomfortable.But Ryan enjoyed it.Sometimes silence said alot more than words.It sounded corny and sure,you heard it from many other sources,but it could be true.Amelia interested Ryan not only because she was pretty or because she was Brown's sister,but because she was smart.She had the ability to control the things around her.She wasn't one of the girls who flung herself at guys like Ryan.The girls who did that were quite boring.They were an hour of fun.But an hour was an hour and nothing longer. "So Mr. Cooper-Davenport...are you enjoying yourself this fine evening?" Ryan slightly smiled as Amelia spoke...finally.He liked the fact that she waited so long before saying it.It was odd to think that anytihng like that would even be on his mind,but what could he say? It was.He had a mind like that.He appreciated the complex things in life."Well it's been not very eventful so far but I'm thinking maybe it might be alittle more eventful now.I don't know.I'll have to see,"he replied as he took a small sip of his drink.He was barely concentrating on the fact that the alcohol had not such an enjoyable taste."And what about you,Ms.Coleman?"he added. Sophia Sophia Wanger had an enemy tonight.He had done much tonight to leave her feeling unhappy to say the least.His name was irony.And he was no friend of Sophia's,especially not tonight.It had all begun nice enough.Sophia had attended a poetry reading,which was not her usual routine to start with.She had heard about through her friend,Maggie Weisman,who had been one of her closest friends at Weston until she graduated two years ago.Maggie had gone off to BU and besides trying to convince Sophia about five times a day to attend the school when she graduated this year,she also clued Sophia into the interesting things that were going on around Boston.Tonight Maggie had talked Sophia into coming to a poetry reading by some of Maggie's classmates.While Sophia had enjoyed the event,it had been alittle dramatic for her taste.There had been extensive metaphors,intense similes,and overly descriptive adjectives.Sophia liked poetry as much as the next person but she wasn't suring poetry readings were where she really fit. After the reading was over,Sophia had waved goodbye to Maggie and jumped into her little beaten up Ford.It had chugged along for awhile,past the stores and street lights.Sophia had been looking forward to getting home,slipping into her pj's,and reading a few more chapters of The Bell Jar before drifting off to sleep.She had recently rediscovered the Sylvia Plath classic on her bookshelf and had dived right back into it.She could still her her eleven year old shelf,sitting under her covers,flipping the pages intensely.Just as home seemed to be not such a faraway memory,there was a 'ssss' sound.Sophia ignored it but it was followed by a 'wooo' and then another 'ssss' before the car came to a screeching halt,leading to produce one more sound.'Fuuuck'.The irony of the situation was two fold.One,Sophia had just brought up to her parents the fact that the car was old but they had shrugged it off by saying there no way either of them were going car shopping.Two,Sophia had ended up pretty much in an empty area.Luckily,after a bit of walking,she had ended up at a house.The irony of the situation was that this house just happened to be the setting of the latest and greatest Players gathering...which was the last place Sophia wanted to be.So here she was.She had gone from poetry reading drama queens to drunken...also drama queens.She hoped maybe she could find someone was sober enough to either help her fix her car or drive her home.It was just a hope though. She had only been at the party for ten minutes and she had already been hit on by the last year's Student Council secretary..who was a girl by the way,almost knocked down by a couple making out,and just moments ago,drowned by a knocked over red cup...god knows what that had in it.Sophia was in the process of trying to save her white shirt from ending up in the trash when she heard her name.Her head shot up and she was met with the sight of Abe Yisroel.He wanted to know if everything was alright.While Sophia could've ranted for at least ten minutes about her things were not alright,but she managed to restrain herself."My car broke down...I was hit on by a girl who once told me she liked me hair...two people almost copulated on top of me...and now I'm full of an unknown substance...so all in all,alright might be the best way to describe my current feeling,"she replied,her voice remaining somewhat calm. OOC: Thanks for tagging her! If I had a cookie...you'd be getting it.  | |||
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| Graphics Team   Joined: Jan 2002
Posts: 13,987
| OOC: New threads are so shiny. 1. Does anybody have an open girl Dominick can annoy? 2. I think I'm going to send Travis towards the dark side (meaning Ebony, Catalina, and Eliza). 3. Peyton's post to come later. 4. Ridley is still floating in oblivion. ROBBS. [Repost] Travis The Japanese boy inwardly groaned as the other boy decided to interject, oh honestly, Travis thought, wondering if his last words had registered at all to Damien. Conversation. Private. Two people. "I believe she ended it, Yoki." Travis bit his lip, fighting the urge to laugh, "Wow. That's cute." Travis commented offhandedly, shaking his head, "But I believe I was talking to Kaede, and I'm pretty sure she can speak for herself." Of course, Kaede was too busy pretty much having an orgasm over hugging Damien. Poor, poor, deprived girl. When she finally managed to untangle herself from the other boy (it didn't seem that hard a feat to Travis, he couldn't imagine why someone would want to stick around that lump of lard), Kaede finally did say something and Travis was prepared to be surprised or the least bit impressed, but... he was just found himself disappointed yet again. It was the same old, same old with her. "Polite and agreeable." Travis repeated, glancing at the floor and then looking back up at her. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll make someone an ideal Japanese wife one day, Kaede." Travis remarked, because it was true. "Just not me." He added under his breath. "Fine, go have fun on your honeymoon." Travis murmured dejectedly, though before he left the pair to their own devices he peered behind Damien (because it was actually kind of hard to see Kaede when she was hiding behind the large brute and Travis couldn't help but mentally inquire why is he so TALL!?), "Oh, and Kaede, the real reason I would never marry you has nothing to do with your cup size," Okay, the came out a little weird, but he persisted, "And everything to do with this." He nodded at her 'guardian'. What could he say? Travis liked his women to stand on their own two feet, thankyouverymuch (unless they were drunk, totally different story there). "I guess I'll see you around." He turned towards Damien, nodding his head, "Ding-Dong" he addressed dismissively and coupled with a slight smirk as he turned and made his way back off in the direction he had come. Now... where was that evasive little Jewish boy? __________________ | |||
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| Dedicated Fan  Joined: Apr 2004
Posts: 668
| Since Scarlet got bored and wrote a second reply before I had a chance to post the one I started this morning, this is long and my attempt at incorporating what I'd originally written with more information to fit the present circumstances. Reagan She followed close behind Andrew, or at least as close as she could, as he began to lead them into the house and through the gathering. Reagan loved to get lost in a crowd and often spent hours of her time simply watching the people around her, but when it came to parties, her interest seemed to dissipate and fade away. Perhaps it was the lack of inhibitions, the possibility that not all would be remembered come morning, or a combination of both, but she felt somewhat awkward watching people while they were in an intoxicated state. She considered it unfair to bear witness to incidents that some would rather forget and most would come to regret as she hated the idea that someone else might be able to recall something idiotic or fool hardy thing she'd done while enjoying herself for the sake of enjoying herself. Just as she glanced to her side to ensure Andie was keeping up, Reagan watched in horror as one of the other partygoers and their overzealous movements earned the girl a hand square in her mouth. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to glare at the person who'd committed the act with as much venom as she could muster. In under a second, she had all but forgotten that she was supposed to be following someone or even where they were just that she was overwhelmed with the urge to place her palms flat on their chest and shove them as hard as she could. Yet, just as quickly, the feeling passed as Andrew Echolls reached for her hand and continued to lead her on to their chosen destination. He reached for Andie seconds later and Reagan took the opportunity to appraise the other girl in case of actual injury. Nothing bad had come of it but she was vaguely upset the person hadn't apologized for their gaffe. "Aftershock. Or Goldschläger." She replied. Still steaming, but slightly calmer, Reagan just wanted Meg and Tristan to return from doing her dare and hopefully soon. "Is there anything even remotely cinnamon flavored in there?" Sadie repost She scoffed in disbelief and playfully shoved upon hearing him explain that it was not his fault she was slow. Feigning disinterest, Sadie looked away as if his words had genuinely wounded her and did her best to seem hurt by his insinuation that she was anything less than perfect. It didn't last for long and no more than a few seconds passed before her attempt at making him feel guilty had been forgotten as her attention became focused elsewhere. Even if she hadn't been merely fooling, it was unlikely that she would have remained upset with him for any amount of time. Max was, after all, one of the closer friends she had and she had grown used to him over the last few years. Stunts such as the ones he had just pulled were not cause for anything other than slight annoyance and the occasional desire to get even; like now, when she began to hurriedly glance about the room in a bid to figure out where they would be headed next before he had a chance to. "This way," she announced, returning the favor by taking off towards the closest hallway as fast as her feet could possibly carry her. Then, looking back to where a dazed and confused Max still stood, Sadie grinned childishly at him and dared, in her most teasing voice, "I bet you can't catch me." __________________ What am I supposed to do when everything that I've done is leading me to conclude I'm not the one? Last edited by fleur captives : 07-01-2006 at 04:49 PM. | |||
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| Elite Fan Joined: Oct 2000
Posts: 25,725
| OOC: As you command. I took the liberty of assuming he had some stale fries on his table. Deirdre Deirdre hadn’t taken into account that when she sent Egan off on his little “mission,” she’d be deprived of her precious apple pie. And he talked about being considerate? Considerate would have been making sure Roxie did her job and got Deirdre her desert before trying to get into her pants. The alternative had her sitting alone in an empty booth, in front of an empty plate, with nothing but the memory of worms and the aftertaste that memory provoked. Deirdre reached for the last of her soda, washing away with the taste the thoughts of the worms, and took a private moment to shudder at what she had just done. This was her taking a moment. And then the moment passed. But now it appeared that Deirdre had nothing to do. She glanced off in the direction Egan had disappeared and sighed impatiently, tapping her foot against the seat he had occupied only minutes ago, and glancing at her watch every half minute. Deirdre couldn’t be trusted left to her own devices. She had too short an attention span. Figuring that marching over to where Egan and Roxie had disappeared to, to tell him to hurry the fuck up, wouldn’t garner the results either of them wanted, Deirdre knew it was time to find something else to occupy herself with in the mean time. Her eyes immediately fell upon a boy with silly hair. Deirdre sat up straight in her seat suddenly. What was he doing? Was he … reading? Well now, that was simply unacceptable. Sliding out of her booth, she marched passed three booths until she slid across from him, looking rather perplexed. “Okay, no. This is simply unacceptable.” He looked up at her surprised (as he should: here was a complete stranger about to tell him what he wasn’t supposed to be doing.) “You are not doing homework on a Friday night.” To emphasize her point, she snatched his book, which was … math? He wasn’t just doing homework on a Friday night, but he was doing math homework? “Especially since school hasn’t even started.” What if it was summer homework for an AP class? Again, these little details were irrelevant to Deirdre. OH. Fries! And with that, she snatched one, savoring the salty goodness, which did a lovely job of canceling out the bitterness still left in her mouth from all those worms. __________________ She built a skyscrapper of procrastonation And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window of her reply And she felt like an actress, just reading her lines When she finally said "yes, it's really goodbye this time." Last edited by FAIT_Accompli : 07-01-2006 at 05:00 PM. | |||
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| Fan Forum's Finest Joined: Sep 2000
Posts: 91,971
| OOC:  Deirdre is my entertainment for the evening. She's hilarious.__________________ "To wish you were someone else is to {waste} the person you are." ♥Mal | |||
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| Elite Fan Joined: Oct 2000
Posts: 25,725
| OOC: HAH. I'm glad she's entertainment and not just some really weird girl that eats worms.  Andrew Always with the one-track mind, if it wasn’t sex motivating his actions, it was usually alcohol, and it wasn’t until his palm gripped around the cap on the bottle and twisted it off, following that action by a long swig of the warm liquid, that a pacifying wave of calm washed over him. It was short-lived. The alcohol was warm, and warm alcohol was disgusting, but still preferred to its absence all together. Once he got that out of the way, he managed to turn his full attention on Reagan. It was only then he detected the vein in her forehead that looked ready to burst. Glancing from Reagan to Andie, he detected the slightest hint of discoloration on the right side of her face, and after connecting the dots, he was able to formulate some reasoning for the quietly seething girl in front of her. Andrew couldn’t help the small chuckle that sounded at the back of his throat, “Remind me never to get on your bad side.” As a general rule, Reagan had always been a bit of a mystery to him, and he doubted even his girlfriend, who had an affinity for reading everyone like a book, had tapped into the myriad of different subtleties he suspected she possessed. But, alas, he was all but neglecting her request. Andrew turned back to the wide array of bottles, shoving those that were of little use to him out of the way. He managed to procure an Aftershock, but he considered his greatest triumph the discovery of a cinnamon flavored Stolinchnaya Vodka hiding out in the back. “Even if the Isis Society wasn’t willing to accommodate all those interested, at least the Matthews came through elsewhere.” __________________ She built a skyscrapper of procrastonation And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window of her reply And she felt like an actress, just reading her lines When she finally said "yes, it's really goodbye this time." Last edited by FAIT_Accompli : 07-01-2006 at 05:42 PM. | |||
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