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Post by aisling on May 21, 2011 17:35:48 GMT -5
TRUST ALL THE THINGS I TELL YOU ARE TRUE( dress up in your best [/b][/size] )s o • i• c a n • b e • p r o u d • o f • y o u • a n d • n e v e r believe i wont turn on you[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
It was ten o'clock in the morning, she was riding in a town car with her mother following in a second town car. They met up in a lawyer who slowly opened the envelope, a letter to Aisling and the will was in the large yellow envelope. She leaned into the black couch that was in the office and held the letter to her chest, breathing in deeply as she let a tear fall and it hit her finger that was gripping the letter.
"He wants half of all of his earnings to go to his daughter, Aisling..." the lawyer stopped talking as he looked at Aisling and then to her mother, "Aisling... you realize that you are a multi billionaire, right?" he asked her and Aisling ignored him, looking at the black coffee desk sitting between her and her mother. "The other half is going to you, Ms. O'Brian..." He said and looked down.
Of course there were many other things that were said, but Aisling only heard those few words. She left from the office and immediately boarded a plane, riding coach to California where she bought a house on stilts that was against the beach, and had a pool. No one knew her, no one knew her father, she erased all connections with any celebrities she had and she wanted to start over. The death of her father making her want to change and be a regular person.
She lived her life, working a part time job, making it seem like she was a regular person. She met a few people, had a bit of sex with a few people, had some fun. The whole nine.
Now, she had off, and she had slept the whole day away. All of her windows closed and locked, the ac on so it felt like the fucking arctic circle. She was under her favorite comforter and as she woke up she got online. Looking at the weather which was about 91, and that was warm enough to go swimming. Somehow she had invited a guy over, and he seemed pretty excited.
Aisling rubbed her eyes, thinking of her dream that she had had, which was of her mother and father with her at the beach and her jumping in the waves. She wiped the tears from the dream and got out of bed, pulling her long blonde hair up and into a messy bun, opening the binds in the whole house and making it look like she was actually alive.
She put her bikini on and walked outside, burning the Tiki Torches and making some iced tea to put vodka in later. Ailsing walked out front, sitting on her wrap around deck and lit a ciggarette, yes one of her bad habits, but it was something she was addicted to... So, oh well.
"I'm talking!" "I'm thinking!"
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Post by NICHOLAS VINCENT LOVE on May 21, 2011 20:04:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:470px; background-color:#DADADA; border: 5px solid #000000; padding-top:30px; padding-bottom:20px;] with the heartbreak open so much you can't hide put on a little makeup make sure they get your good side if the words unspoken get stuck in your throat send a treasure token write it on a pound note dont drink dont smoke what do you do subtle innuendos follow must be something inside we dont follow fashion thatd be a joke you know were going to set them so everyone can take note when they saw you kneeling crying words that you mean opening their eyeballs pretending that youre al green - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In what universe, Nicholas wondered, did a twenty year old girl own a house on the beach, pool included? She was three years his junior and he was living in an apartment that he shared with Devlyn. It didn't quite matter, though, as Nicholas would've gone to hang out with her if she'd lived in a log cabin and her pool was a Louisiana swamp and due to the year his family had spent in Louisiana before settling down here, Nicholas knew that Louisiana swamps were by no means any kind of an aphrodisiac. All there was were frogs and voodoo magic. Regardless, this wasn't the bayou and Aisling hadn't ever even lived in one to the best of his knowledge, but really, what did Nicholas know about her? That she was blonde and pretty and also rather funny. That was the reason Nicholas was here. That and the pool. And the skinny dipping and kissing that Aisling had promised would ensue--and where there was skinny dipping and kissing, there were other, better things soon to follow.
Speak of the devil, as Nicholas pulled into her driveway, Aisling was sitting on her deck, smoking the life out of a cigarette, Nicholas didn't mind. He himself didn't personally smoke cigarettes, but he liked the intimate taste of them on other people's lips. It was a dangerous taste, a stolen taste. Nicholas was quite content with that. In fact, he was more than content with that. Nicholas cut the ignition of his Civic and got out, leaning against the still-open door lazily. "That'll kill you someday, you know," he told her loudly, his South London accent completely obliterating the t at the end of 'that.' He smiled sheepishly at his own stupid joke--or non-joke, really, since it was more of a statement that he hoped was funny rather than patronizing--and finally closed the door of his car. He made his way onto the deck, then patted his pants pockets quickly. "I spilt something on my polka dot ones," he told Aisling with a 'what can you do?' face. "I hope these are alright." He hadn't really spilt anything on his polka dot pants, but they'd looked awkward paired with his only clean shirt, so he'd been forced to root around in piles of laundry to find a plain pair of pants that looked fine with plaid. As he spoke, his eyes moved over Aisling's bikini and--even better--her body. Forget the fucking bayou. Nicholas would have been here if she shared a melting igloo with penguins.
"If it's not, though, I'll gladly just take them off," Nicholas told her, raking his black fingernails through his hair, a habit he'd had for as long as he could remember. When he was talking or standing around or really doing anything at all, he was messing his hair up then smoothing it out before messing it up all over again. Nicholas wasn't being perverted or seductive in the way he said it, though. He said it like it was a joke because it was a joke. Well, it was a joke until it wasn't anyway. Though he did hope that it made Aisling laugh. this post has 530 words and they're all for you, aisling! isn't that exciting? my character is wearing this little number right here and i'm listening to goody two shoes by adam ant right now. so yeah that's where my wonderful muse is coming from. did i mention that cazi made this template? yeah, i know. it's damn gorgeous! |
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