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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 18:02:13 GMT -6
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]as i strutted down the sidewalk, my heels clacking loudly, it was very clear that i ruled around here. boys whistled loudly, staring and grinning, opening doors for me. i felt the jealous glares from the clusters of girls at the restaurant and pub entrances. my golden hair was in a gorgeous high bun and a perfectly fitted dazzling red dress hugged every inch of my flawless figure perfectly. dark, voluminous lashes shaded my icy blue eyes and my lips were my signature bright red. my skin was tanned and smooth and clear and glowed in the moonlight. music blared from everywhere. the downtown life on a saturday night was beautiful and insane. georgia stars lit up the city like nightlights and the moon was like a spotlight as i strutted into the nearest nightclub. the place was packed, and as people dove out of the way to make room for the queen, is smirked sexily. i had to smack a few guys when they reached for my ass, leaving them begging for more. an adorable brunette grabbed my waist and started moving with me to the music, grinning. i winked at him and breezed by. i felt some hair sticking out from the crowd, so i went to one of the back rooms to fix it. i walked iside, my heels echoing through the empty, almost-dark room as i went to the large mirror. when i looked inside, i smoothed my beautiful golden hair. then, i saw it. parker and wynter, on the massive red coach, making out. i clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, anger bubbling inside me. she had no idea what she was in for, and neither did the ass who i used to call my boyfriend. they had no idea what i could do. i stomped over to them, collected now, arms crossed. i stopped in front of them, cocking my hip and tilting my head, and evil grin almost invisible across my lips. they didn't even notice me for a bit. [/style] |
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Post by Violet Branston ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 18:14:40 GMT -6
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Parker has been drunk for about an hour when he stumbled among a club. He had been wandering town for hours, clutching a bag with a bottle. He was a broken boy, his eyes vacant and misty. Sammie was gone, because of him. He felt a strange truth inside of him; had Sammie ever loved him truly? He didn't now. The thoughts made his head hurt. He stumbled into the bar and somehow ended up with a brunette. Almost the opposite of Sammie, the girl made him happy in ways he wasn't before. As they advanced their flirtations to the couch, it advanced quickly from that, partly due to the amount of alcohol in his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar blonde. Slowly pulling away, he looked up at his ...ex? Girlfirend? Sammie.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 18:18:21 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]shaking her head, sammie felt a pain inside of her that she hadn't before. a burning anger, flaming fury. she clenched her jaw, her lip quivering, her eyes wide. 'no, parker.' she shouted, her voice piercing. 'what the hell are you doing here?' she screamed, gesturing to wynter, who looked to be half-awake, next to him. [/style] |
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Post by Wynter Moriarty on Mar 31, 2013 18:45:12 GMT -6
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Something Wicked Comes This Way
How dull everything has been as of late. She hardly seemed entertained at school at all. Nobody to take a bite out of, and no competition to slay or to bloody up. With a full moon out though, one could say that the night would be full of surprises. The thought brought a smile to her lips as she glanced over in the mirror for a moment before grabbing her wristlet and heading on out. And the night was certainly wild, at this rate, everybody out might as well be on girls on wild. No drinking for her tonight, she'll be as a sober as a kitten. Flashing a smile, she got into a club without any problem now, glancing about the blacklit room with it's neon colored lights. Wynter Moriarty's smile quickly turned into a grin though when she caught sight of a boy, a handsome boy and he was looking right at her. Something told her that she had seen him before, ah, perhaps sulking around school. He seemed like the type, all dark and mysterious. Plus no doubt, hung up on some stupid girl judging by that bottle in a bag. Every guy's favorite party favor. Well, other than a condom at least. Lifting her hand up, she waved a smile before turning around and ducking into a crowd. Attention wasn't so easy to give up after all, but soon they were reunited. Wynter may be a little crazy, but even she wasn't immune to boys, even if they were drunk puppies.
Talk is short though, and soon they were leaning in, and just like that, everything seemed to melt away with deep, sensual kisses. But like all good things, they must come to an end, but this time, it was only do to distraction. As Parker pulled away, dark amber eyes look to the distract and honestly, Wynter Moriarty didn't find herself surprised at all because of course Sammie Leger would just date some brooding boy. No doubt she probably bossed him around as well. Thinking back to the stables now, it seemed that another show down was in order, causing her to be on a little more high alert. But if anything, she looked nothing but bored as Sammie screamed at her. The hilarious thing was though, it sounded more like a shriek. An angry shriek. Oh, who was to think that a girl could have such a weakness with a heart made of ice. Laughter finally escaped Wynter though, her usual crazy grin, "Uh, I'm having fun," she replied, "Duh. You look like you could use it yourself. Or do you only like to tease all the men you can't have?"
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Post by Violet Branston ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 18:54:44 GMT -6
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Parker didn't understand half the words Wynter said, but he got the jist of it. He, in his drunken state, laughed. "Sammie, why don't you go entertain yourself by ordering other people around." He said, rubbing his temple. He looked over at Wynter, and for some stupid reason, he kissed her, knowing it owuld make Sammie mad. "Can't you see we are occupied?" |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 19:02:36 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]sammie had no idea how horrible he could be. she realized, right then, that she didn't need that ass. she collected herself, smirking. 'you know, you two deserve each other. i don't think i've ever seen something as disgusting as the two of you.' she said, shrugging and starting to turn around. then, she raised an eyebrow and turned back around. 'hey, wynter, mind if i talk to you for a sec?' she said fake-sweetly, tilting her head. [/style] |
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Post by Wynter Moriarty on Mar 31, 2013 19:15:05 GMT -6
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Something Wicked Comes This Way
If Wynter had thought she had struck a nerve before back in the dinning hall, she hadn't even been close. Not until now, that much had become evident on Sammie Leger's face. It was something nice to see, for once she knew what it was like, to be brought down to somebody's own level. After all, a queen should also know what it's like to be a peasant. Besides her, Parker laughed. It was a stupid laugh, a drunken laugh which meant that he certainly was not himself. Note to self: don't sleep with him Wynter. It seemed as if she didn't even have to do her own work though, the boy himself was taking care of that. Such a lover's quarrel. Maybe she should fish around and see if anybody knew the love story of Parker Hall and Sammie Leger. A kiss and tell later though, they were interrupted by another shrill yell, and Wynter Moriarty let out a sigh. This was getting boring, and she certainly didn't care about these digs. They were nothing but child's play. Though, then there was the dangerous invite right there, "Please excuse me. I need to get my life threatened," she replied as she got up, allowing her fingers to drag on Parker's arm as she walked away, "You called?" she inquired now, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes and that same wicked smile.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 19:21:00 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]sammie placed a hand on her hip. she was completely collected, her beautiful face calm as she led wynter out of sight of parker. she looked at her. the girl acted like she didn't care, like she couldn't be hurt at all. and sammie hated her guts. she turned to the girl. they were around the same height. if looks could kill, wynter would be dying a slow and painful death. 'you're such a little slut.' she spat, disgusted. 'and if you go near parker again, i swear on everything i have that i will bury you.' she whispered, her voice cruel. then, she lifted her hand and slapped wynter across the face, really hard. her cheek turned blood red. 'bury you!' she said again, cornering the girl. [/style] |
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Post by Wynter Moriarty on Mar 31, 2013 19:50:23 GMT -6
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Something Wicked Comes This Way
The way Sammie Leger was starting at her, it was as if she almost expected her to feel some what sorry. But how could one possibly feel sorry for someone who blackmailed them? It was a lot to ask for, Wynter thought. And even if she hadn't been so crazy, even if she had been normal and never brought any of this on herself, she still wouldn't be sorry. Because Sammie Leger is a Bitch, and girls just don't feel sorry for them. Ever. Wynter Moriarty was unnerved by her glare though, it's not as if she hadn't seen it a thousand times before. This conversation was boring her though, and it played across her face. Before she could even say anything though, the Queen Bee did the unexpected; she slapped her. The motion had been so fast that she hadn't even seen it coming. Her face stung, a lot and the sound echoed even in the nosy club. Wynter's head was jerked to the side in an almost unnatural manner, dark hair cascading all over the place. A bubbling rage was building up in her now, because no one, no fucking one, touched her like that. Despite the situation, she allowed herself to get cornered in now for she spotted what she wanted on a table: a glass bottle. Sammie had enough time to give off her last little threat, but that was all Wynter allowed for because she had gotten too close. That bottle blonde hair was calling her, and just like that, Wynter reached out and grabbed it, yanking hard nad pulling the girl into her as her other hand grabbed teh bottle and cracked it on the side of the table. Glass hit the floor, but the rest of the bottle still in her hand had jagged edges. Sharp enough to cut she pressed it lightly against the Queen's neck as Wynter held her in place, "You better bury me Sammie, because if you touch me again, you'll be bleeding out on the floor and that is a promise I will keep." Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the bouncers coming towards them, fast. She ditched the bottle now and let go of Sammie's hair, side stepping around her and walked to the bouncers now, smiling brightly, "I'm ready to leave now boys," she said with a grin before glancing back to Parker, winking, "Call me maybe?" and just like that, allowed herself to get led out.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 19:57:08 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]sammie felt the blood drip down her neck. it stung, it really did. but now, sammie was actually considering ways that she could kick wynter's ass off of this storyline just like that. kill her. bury her. dirt in her lungs. and she sure as hell was not going down without a fight. sammie leger was relentless and no one got away with shit like this. she got up, blood dripping down onto her dress. it matched the color, though, and it didn't show up. sammie grabbed the biggest piece of glass. jagged, shiny, sharp. she grinned evilly, a sick smile. she would kill wynter moriarty, she swore it. just then, parker stumbled out to where sammie stood, glass in hand. he looked more sober than he had been. sammie just stood there, staring at him with pure hate in her eyes. disgust. [/style] |
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Post by Violet Branston ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 20:03:46 GMT -6
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - For a moment, their eyes met. Parker and Sammie stared at eachother. Parker could tell there was no going back. In one swift moment, he crossed the room and pulled her close. She tried to slap him, but he pinned her arms by her side and kissed her. It was deep, and passionate. For one moment, the memories came flooding back. Parker parted, and let her slap him. He wiped away a tear from her cheek, whether it as his or hers he didn't know "I'm sorry." He said, removing his hand from her cheek and walking away, maybe after Wynter, but really, anywhere that was away from there. |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 31, 2013 20:07:52 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]sammie just stood there, frozen, as he kissed her. she didn't move her lips, but she closed her eyes, her fists clenched. she didn't meet his gaze, holding the tears in, holding them in as best she could. she glared after him. she so badly wanted to hurt him worse than he'd hurt her. but she knew she had to let go and be strong, as usual. she had an image to protect and she was gonna keep it.
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