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Post by ARACELI EVANNA GRANT on Jul 22, 2012 2:29:26 GMT -5
It wasn’t a surprise that Alice and Araceli were making random plans to get together with people at the last possible second. It was already dark, and Cece had been, in fact, prepared for bed: men’s pajama pants (the most comfortable, of course), an old spidey t-shirt, and slippers. Her hair was up and she wasn’t wearing a lick of makeup. It was going to be a regular night in, since Alice and Jason had been out doing whatever Jason was dragging Alice to do. That meant there would be peace and quiet and no chance for stolen—“lost”—things. The random planning that had been done over the chat changed that, but didn’t make Cece get up to get dressed or anything. Who would she be impressing? Lolita was already drunk, obviously, Alice and Jason lived with her, Cece didn’t give two shits about what Dixie thought of her, and she had a feeling Anthony wouldn’t care. Besides, Araceli happened to think she looked very slumber party chic in her fuzzy footie slippers, actually. She was on her laptop in her room, propped up on her bed, haphazardly using her narwhal pillow as a kickstand for her back, when she heard the door slam open and the sound of voices. She could pick out Alice’s easily, and another female she assumed was Lo by the slight slur. Turning her attention back to the laptop, Cece caught a glimpse of herself in her mirror that hung over her dresser and frowned. Ok, so maybe she didn’t look all that good. Sliding the laptop off of her, Araceli stood up and got a closer look. She quickly gussied up, pinching her cheeks for color, putting on a layer of tinted lip moisturizer, and the smallest hint of mascara. Finally, she pulled her hair out of its tie, and it fell down in waves. There. Now she looked slumber party chic. The commotion was getting louder, and she heard Alice calling for her. Araceli ignored her (as per usual, unless it was really important) and went back to the laptop. It looked like Anthony would be the last to arrive, and she decided to hover around the laptop until he did. Out of all the people that were coming over, he seemed the most interesting to Cece. He was very serious and broody, though he pleaded the fifth when asked about himself, and he presented a challenge to her. Often times, there wasn’t much of a challenge for Cece, as a lot of guys were easily charmed by her when she felt like it. Of course, Anthony’s challenge wasn’t a sexual one, instead being something as innocent as making him laugh. But it was still a challenge, and she’d be damned if she didn’t accomplish that tonight. Soon, Araceli heard the door open for another guest, and she knew it was him. Finally choosing to come out of her dark lair, she made her way to the kitchen which was largely deserted as everyone was hanging around the living room which had all the seating. Cece took two glasses out, scooped some of the vanilla ice cream Alice had bought into each, poured in a bit of root beer for the fizzy quality, and then laced it all with Pinnacle whipped cream vodka. In a sudden stroke of brilliance, Cece found some actual whipped cream in the fridge, and gave each float a pretty topping of it. When she felt satisfied with her creations, she put spoons in the glasses and then carried them out to the living room. As soon as she entered, she chimed, ”Hellooooo, everyone.” in a sing-song voice. She spotted Anthony by his brooding good looks (and also by the fact that he was the only male there she didn’t immediately recognize) and went to him, one of the floats in an outstretched hand. ”And, as promised, a vodka float for Anthony.” She smiled at him briefly and then turned to the rest of the group, taking a small bite of ice cream from her own float. ”If anyone else wants one, make it yourself.” Araceli slid into her spot on their sofa, happy to have a chance to socialize. [style=font-face:georgia; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: left; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #000000; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 8px; width: 200px;]words 7 0 2 tagged everyone previously tagged is kicked out except tony thanks bye) notes outfit didn't mean to make it this long. oops. |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 9, 2012 15:38:02 GMT -5
. so i go AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR CECE, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE MIMI. MY CHARRY IS WEARING HE'S WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS A FEW WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY GET ALOG When Anthony had decided to go on-line that day it had been merely to check a few things and let his life move on after a few minutes but he had gotten caught up a conversation with several people. He wondered how it had happened yet at the same time he wasn't actually complaining about it. The conversation moving slightly quick from here to there to suddenly inviting everyone to a house. He was getting invited to house? Seriously? Once more it was not as if the world was going to end due to that but it did took him by surprise. Why was it that when someone who was quiet tended to sort of attract those who speak alot? He had already met several people like that and now that he was driving to this house he found himself speaking to Cece, the girl in the bunch of people had been talking too who had the desire to make him laugh. Why was it so important to make him laugh? Damn if he knew; but he would not try not to laugh, if something was funny he would do it, if something wasn't it simply wasn't. It had always been that way since he could remember, normal jokes didn't seem to cause any humorist effect on him, in fact most of the time jokes seemed rather lame. Sarcasm when well used was funny, so was wit; but then again he he found that most people use it left and right and it looses it's value; so when he finds someone who can crack a witty or sarcastic joke in a proper way, then he will smile and maybe even laugh.
Finally he had arrived at the house, his eyes looking around as he stepped out of his car and headed for the door. His hands stuffed inside the pocket of his jeans while he moved forwards. His walk was calm and steady, not rush or anything of the mater for he had already let Cece know he was outside. Besides, he really was in no sort of hurry to arrive at the actual place. With his right hand he reached up and knocked on the door twice, only to have the door being open by some of the other person he had been speaking with. The boy had to link the image that was in front of him now with the one from the little icon back at the chat; reaching for the names as well. It seemed by the looks of it that everyone had actually showed up, for some reason it surprised him but it went away quickly as he moved around the living room. Nodding his head as a sort of greeting before stopping near a chair; his arms folded over his chest and he took a casual seat on the arm of the couch, seeing as everyone else was chatting away and he was merely trying to catch on onto what the conversation was about. Head nodding, eyes moving from one person to the other; a few words leaving his lips only to give his input on the conversation but it really was like he had been on the chat. A man of few words. That was who he was and he liked it that way.
It was then that he saw someone come out of the kitchen, his eyes looked up to see the girl who he now know was named Cece moved into the room with a pair of glasses in hand. He noticed her coming his way and he outstretched his arm to take a hold of the glass when offered. Much like when he had entered the house he gave curt nod before looking down at the drink in his hand. To be honest he had actually not been expecting her to make it but he welcomed it either way. His eyes detached themselves form the cold glass to look at her as she spoke again. The guy shook his head a little before actually using his free spoon to take a bite off the ice cream. His mouth tasting every flavor and much to his surprise -for he wasn't a man of vodka- he came to realize it tasted rather good. "Hey" he called over to her "Cece" he decided to add for he had noticed someone else looking his way and he did not have anything to say to that particular person. "You were right, this is good" he said to her, nodding his head at her. "Surprisingly good, actually" he added as he shifted a little on the arm couch, his ankle coming to rest on his knee to be more comfortable. He was relaxed, yes, that was for sure, and he started to believe he could enjoy his time here.
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Post by ARACELI EVANNA GRANT on Aug 13, 2012 18:00:16 GMT -5
The glass that held the vodka float was cold, as one could tell by the way Cece switched hands often. No one seemed too bothered that they didn’t get a float, as most of them already had something to drink. Everyone had already bypassed the awkward beginning stage and had headed straight into the full out having fun bits. Alice and Jason were easily the center of attention, as they made a fantastic comedy duo. Araceli didn’t know what the group was talking about half the time, too intent on her tasty float to really care. She did allow her attention to also be used on Anthony, however. She grinned up at him, sitting on the couch next to his higher perch, and said, “You’re surprised? What, didn’t think it’d be good?” Cece was pretending to give him a hard time about it, but in all honesty she didn’t mind. Tony didn’t strike as the partier type, and thus didn’t strike her as a man for alcohol. However, he did seem to be enjoying the float, which pleased Cece enough that she smiled to herself, and added, “I’m actually a whiz in the kitchen. Which may surprise you even more.” She gave him a dramatic eyebrow wiggle to emphasize the surprise. Most people didn’t really think of Cece as anything other than a pretty girl with a short fuse, but she did have a talent for cooking, baking, or general food preparation. The group was getting more rowdy, and they had suddenly moved into a game of charades. It was one of Araceli’s favorite party games to play, especially when she was drunk. She wasn’t feeling too tipsy at the moment, but she did feel the warmth of the vodka in her stomach. Soon enough, she’d be having fun and laughing a long with the rest of them. Although Araceli didn’t often remember the night when she got drunk enough, she had a hankering feeling that if she did manage that level of intoxication then something about it might strike Tony’s funny bone. Cece turned her eyes to him, cocking her head to the side. Or was he the type of guy that detested drunks? Or better yet, the type of guy that would stay with the drunks and make sure they didn’t get themselves killed and hold their hair while they vomited? Cece liked to think she was a good judge of character, but she really didn’t know much about Tony. It wasn’t like he talked a lot about himself. He actually seemed like the type of guy that hated talking about themselves. Ah, well, it was all just speculation at this point. With that thought brewing in her mind, Cece announced, “Ok, my partner is Tony.” She smiled at him, adding, in a quieter voice, “I hope you’re good at charades, because I hate to lose.”The different teams went in a random order, one teammate acting out their phrase while the other desperately searched for the word. Jason and Alice were in the lead by the time Tony and Cece got their turn. Araceli jumped up into the center of the room (she always did the acting out) and picked up a phrase from the little bowl with random pieces of paper in it. The paper read, ”Movies- Star Wars.” Cece smiled happily, glad it wasn’t one of Alice’s stupid phrases, and then turned towards Anthony to begin her turn. She gave the sign for movies, and then showed two on her fingers for two words. First word: Cece pointed at the ceiling which had conveniently placed glow-in-the-dark stars and then mimed making a wish. Second word: Cece simply pretended to be fighting someone with a light saber. She hoped that he would guess it—it was incredibly easy, after all—because she hadn’t been lying about her competitive nature. [style=font-face:georgia; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: left; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #000000; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 8px; width: 200px;]words 6 4 2 tagged tonyy notes outfit charades :D |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 17, 2012 12:45:38 GMT -5
. so i go AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR CECE, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE MIMI. MY CHARRY IS WEARING HE'S WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS A FEW WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY GET ALOG Tony had settle the glass down on his knee, leaving his hand hold the top softly in order not to have to switch hands like Cece seemed to be doing due to the cold glass. He had his eyes settled around the room, merely seeing everyone interact so happily with each other and that was when he was amazed by other people's skills at socializing. It was intriguing to him how someone could be so chatty with people they had just met, or perhaps it was him the only one who had just met them. It wasn't like he lacked people skills, he just had a different set, one that worked with only particular kinds of people. Or so he had thought before all the talkative, happy, energetic type of people decided to come his way. The guy glanced back at the girl he had spoken too a few seconds ago about the drink in his hand. Her question made him glance down at the drink "I wasn't expecting to be this good" he corrected her, by no means had he thought it could taste bad, but usually he wasn't the type to like this sort of drinks. Her being good in the kitchen; he pondered on that thought for a couple of seconds, wondering now if it surprised her or not. "Not really" he said in the end, there was no real reason for Tony to ever think she wasn't good in the kitchen; so rather then being surprised due to the confession, he was just alright with it. Interested might be a good way to put it. Judging a book by it's cover was not his thing at all, so he was not about to assume things about Cece, or any other person in this room. He built an opinion about anyone as he starts to treat them, either that or if you give a strong first impression.
As he heard the voices rise up a tad Tony turned his head to look over at the people in there. It seemed to his eyes that they were all really enjoying themselves. Was anyone drunk though? He tilted his head as he observed them, people watching being one of his most beloved activities because some people were just plain interesting to watch. It was then that he noticed what they were doing, playing a game. Charades. Boy could Anthony recall all those nights when his mother and aunt would force him to play with them; he was terrible at acting, as one might be able to guess due to his not so extroverted personality. It was excruciating to have to act a phrase, a movie, an actor, even an animal as simple as a dog. He tended to stick on the guessing side; due to observing so much in life already he was better at guessing the words rather than acting them out. Anthony took another spoonful of his drink. Well, it could not hurt to watch others play charades. It was in that very same second that he heard Cece's voice again, the words causing him to slowly look down at her, Come again? he thought as he looked at her, almost raising an eyebrow at her following comment. Well, him being good or not will depend on what they ask him to do. Guess or act. With the personality she seemed to have he had a feeling he will be guessing but like stated before he was waiting instead of jumping into conclusions. "I hope so too then" he said in the same volume she used and moved to drink some of his beverage.
Seeing the people try to guess what the partner was doing was actually entertaining, some were good some were bad and others were normal to be honest. His mind had just managed to once more travel into a journey to the past when he noticed movement next to him and he saw his partner for the game standing up to go pick up something from the bowl. The guy shifted a little, looks like he was going to guess after all. The guy glanced up when she motioned up, his eyes catching the stars, it was impossible to miss that. He didn't say anything though as he moved to look down at her once more, seeing her act something out now. "Star Wars" he said simply as he looked at her with a slight nod. That was obviously it, nothing else made sense to him. Anthony had now sat down his glass on the table on top of a napkin. He noticed a few surprised reactions from some, maybe they just didn't thought he could be good at this game. When he managed to catch her eye he mouthed the words "Was I good?" he could joke from time to time, or more like do an either sarcastic or slightly teasing comment, this one was actually an honest question, but it could be interpreted as something else.
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