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Post by grace lou sharp on Feb 25, 2012 14:32:55 GMT -5
 tonight was the night. it was the big bonfire on the beach. grace was surprised that the local fire marshalls were going to let this happen in the first place. she let out a yawn as her lean tanned body was sprawled across a blue blanket on her balcony. rolling onto her stomach she flicked open her blue eyes. she had to get up and get dressed. there was no way she was going down to the bonfire in her outfit now. she was sweaty and in a bathing suit. walking into her apartment she slid the balcony door shut and headed into the bathroom. slipping her bathing suit off she got into the shower. grace took showers like it was no body's business. by the time she got out it was already sun set. she dried herself with her towel, singing and dancing to herself, whipping her wet hair all over the room. heading into her bedroom she let the towel slide off of her body. putting on a bra, underwear, and a cami she headed over to the closet, dancing with each step. she grabbed a brown leather jacket and put it on. grabbing the shorts on the floor with her toe she threw them up and caught them slipping them on. she looked at herself. mmm how yew doin she told the mirror making a kissing face. she then headed to the shoe rack and grabbed her brown boots. putting them on the approriate feet she walked back into the hall and into the bathroom, her maltipoo puppy running behind her with each step. stopping in front of the counter she grabbed her wet hair, pulled it to the side and put it in a braid. it was going to dry messy, but thats how grace liked things, messy. after she braided her golden locks she reahced in the cabinet under the sink, pulling out her makeup back she picked out eye liner, lipstick, eyeshadow and mascara. applying each to the appropriate section of her face grace threw them back in the bag and threw the bag under the sink. on her way out she grabbed her iphone, purse and slung it over her shoulder. she blew a kiss to her puppy. mommy loves you rex, ill be home soon the dog whimpered and grace was out the door. she wwalked down the hall to the elevator. pressing the button she stepped in and waited. arriving in the lobby she walked out the front door, to her parking spot. hopping in her black jeep liberty she started it with a loud clunk. opening the sun roof grace turned on some music and headed to the beach. finally arriving at the beach grace skidded to a stop and parked. she got out of the car, grabbing her purse with her. heading towards the growing fire she nodded at a few people and paused at the first keg, getting a full cup and a wink from the hot surfer filling it. she chuckled and found a seat in the sand on a stripped blanket a bit far off from everyone else. in the distance she heard a dog barking, a soccer ball being kicked and a guitar playing. she leaned back and closed her eyes. the breeze felt nice and grace was loving her life more then ever. OUTFIT. |
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Post by aubrey on Feb 26, 2012 22:23:17 GMT -5
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The loud vibration of a cell phone startled Aubrey out of her slumber –she always had been a light sleeper. She grumbled as she extended her arm across the bed, feeling along the nightstand for her Blackberry Torch. A mass text had been sent to a long list of contacts, including Aubrey, referring to the bonfire that was going on at the beach tonight. Aubrey had been about to call it a night, but who was she kidding. Last night had been a long night full of cocaine, vodka, and some dancing. She had stumbled through the streets of Miami until finding her way to her sister, Grace’s apartment. She wasn’t sure if Grace knew that she had spent the night, but she had found a spare bedroom and crashed on the unmade bed.
Aubrey sat up, a loud yawn escaping her mouth; she heard a door slam shut, signifying Grace had left the apartment. Aubrey glanced out the window on her left, realizing that the sun was about to set, peeking just over the horizon, teasing the little bit of daylight left. She had slept the entire day away, something common in Aubrey’s life, and the reason her father had kicked her out to begin with. She strutted across the room, her bare feet making light padding noises. She slowly pulled the door open, peering out into the empty apartment, and darted for the bathroom. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and decided she was going to have a quick shower. She helped herself to a towel from the linen closet and shot on the water, adjusting it to only lukewarm –that way, she would be out quicker.
Minutes later, she was back in the bedroom, rustling through the suitcase she had stashed at Grace’s last week, when she had first come to Miami. She picked out something quick, ran a comb through her long, wet blonde hair, and dabbed on some makeup. So used to this same routine, Aubrey no longer needed a mirror to check her makeup, hair, or choice of outfit; she didn’t care how it looked to anyone else, but that it would be smeared, tattered, and a mess by the end of the night anyways. She reached for the studded, leather purse at the foot of the bed, dropped her cell phone in, a red lipstick, and her pack of cigarettes. She rustled to the bottom, retrieved the small bag of cocaine, and pinched a little between her fingers. Effortlessly, she held the pinched cocaine under her nostril, tilted her head back, and inhaled deeply. It was a thrilling rush, as she gave her head a slight shake, closed her eyes, and rubbed her fingers along her teeth.
She tossed the remainders to the bottom of her purse, tugged on a pair of black, floral printed, leather ankle boots, and stood to her feet. She ran her fingers along her shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles, and slung the long strap of her purse over her head, so it hung of her shoulder. With that she briskly walked down the hallway and towards the front door, ignoring the puppy that padded behind her. “Go away, Rex,” she grumbled. She snuck through the door, locked it behind her –she had been given a spare key when she had arrived– and bolted down the winding steps to the lobby. By that time, there was no daylight left, and the sun had set. She pushed through the lobby doors and stomped onto the sidewalk. Aubrey had been to the beach twice already, so she knew her way.
As she sauntered across the parking lot, sunglasses covering her eyes, she immediately noticed the glowing flames. Aubrey stopped at a keg, filled up a red solo cup, and generously gulped back a mouthful. Completely unaware of where she would end up tonight, who she would meet, and what exactly would happen, all Aubrey knew was that she was going to try to avoid Grace at all costs.
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Post by grace lou sharp on Feb 27, 2012 11:32:06 GMT -5
grace was calm right now. she didnt have a care in the world. things were going great, she was actually getting somewhere with fighting her dad for custody of her brother, and her sister, well aubrey was on a whole different page. letting out a rough sigh grace opened her eyes and looked up at the darkening sky. she pushed herself up as a group of people ran by kicking some sand at her. thats cool too she glard up at them. the boy turned around and smiled. grace had to admit, he was handsome. she felt herself getting red. grace had never been one to take affection from others. she was always complimenting them and making other people feel good, but when someone, especially a guy smiled or did something to indicate she was pretty or they were interested she clammed up. grace cleared her throat and stood up. she dusted the sand off and walked straight, towards the fire. why they were having a bonfire in the middle of the summer was beyond her, but the dancing flames of the fire captivated her attention. summer was the best time in miami, there was always the beach bonfire to look forward to, then there was the ambrose boat party. one of the rich girls, rosalie, grace had heard of her but never really formally met her, had a party every year and rents out a huge boat. grace didnt go last year due to a killer appendicitis condition. but this year she was going. letting out a sigh she turned around. nearly dropping her cup grace felt her stomach flip and her anger soaring. aubrey was here. this was not going to be good. grace stood there for a moment frozen, wondering if her sister had seen her. finally realizing she hadnt grace walked up behind her. that better be soda in that cup she crossed her arms and took a sip of her own drink. OUTFIT. |
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Post by aubrey on Mar 1, 2012 1:33:15 GMT -5
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Aubrey finished off her first, second, and third cup of beer; the mix with cocaine actually soothed her -even though her heart was racing. She was standing by herself, away from the frantic frat boys playing beer pong, the peppy cheerleaders screeching each time someone sunk a cup. The whole scene disgusted her and Aubrey was pretty certain she wasn't going to stick around much longer, unless she found a familiar face. Her cell phone vibrated in her purse; Aubrey pulled it out, quickly reading over the new text message that flashed across the screen. He drug dealer was hounding her for the cash she owed him. She quickly typed up an excuse, asked for another day or two, and dropped the phone back into her bag.
She didn't want to get into bad terms with the new dealer she had found in Miami. She had been in trouble with drug dealers before with cash, but only because she didn't believe in stealing from her loved ones to support her drug habit. If she couldn't afford it, she wouldn't buy it. Sure, that week might feel a little longer and a lot more stressful, but Aubrey would deal. She may act like she didn't care about her family and that she always put drugs first, but it wasn't like that. Aubrey loved her family -her father, her little brother, and even her older sister. She honestly had no logical reason for doing drugs other than the fact that it was relieving and fun. She was young, and even though she had turned twenty-one earlier this year, she wasn't ready to grow-up. She didn't want to go to school, she didn't want to get a career, and she didn't want any expenses, or debt attached to her name.
Aubrey understood that she couldn't stay like this forever, but until she got into serious trouble, she was going to stay living her life this way. Sure, she had been kicked out by her father, but until she had absolutely nowhere else to go, Aubrey didn't have a care or worry in he world. She finished off her drink and sauntered back to the keg. Retrieving a clean cup, she filled it up, and leaned against the table that was supporting the multiple kegs and liquor bottles.
She dazed out at the waves, the water lapping against the shoreline amazed her. She felt like she could stand here forever, completely distanced from reality. A tap on the shoulder pulled her out of her thoughts; she spun around, her mood immediately plummeting, and a loud sigh heaved from her chest. As Grace spoke, Aubrey responded with an eye roll. "Will you lay off, Grace?" she answered. "It's my first one, scout's honor." She held up two fingers, than three, than sighed, returning her arm to her side.
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