Post by antony cain on May 25, 2009 10:59:27 GMT -5
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antony marc cain ,
t w e n t y o n e -,- L A l o c a l- &- c y n i c a l
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[/color]* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?
my mother was once in love with shakespeare’s tragedy, antony and cleopatra. she found the play to be intensely moving and insightful. consequently, she named me, antony marc, after the tragic love affair. it wouldn’t be so horrid to have the name if the guy to commit suicide. the meaning of antony is nearly as intelligible as the man himself, as it means, of unknown meaning. my middle name, marc, means warlike. a little bit more fitting i suppose. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
twenty-one years ago, I was born on january the fourth, born out of wedlock. An investment banker knocked up my mother, who was sixteen at the time. other than that all i know is that he wasn’t present at the birth, for my grandmother would’ve gotten him arrested. it was hardly a big deal to my mother though, as she had too many painkillers in her system to give a damn. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
contrary to popular belief i just won’t get with anyone. i like brunettes, those blonde girls just don’t do it for me.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?
blasting a joint, eating, cooking, sleeping, old movies, house parties, fast cars, sarcasm, long legs, brunettes[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
closed minded people, overly sleazy girls, bad hygiene, whiners, shallow girls, racists, clingy girls, overly mature people, prudes, people with no sense of humor, sensitive people.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?
you know those clichéd movies that girls watch and the two main characters tell each other they love one another and all is well? yeah, well it really isn’t like that. so watch me tell someone that i love them and they just blow me off. and no i’m not a goddamn pussy, but rejection doesn’t seem like something i want to experience. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
if you’re anyone you’d know that most of the girls i dated was because of a bet, so all the relationships that i have been in are quite upsetting. anyways, there are far to many females in the world to just settle down to one. the only time it’d be worthwhile to stick with just one girl is if you could stand to put up with her everyday. in that case should be superwoman without being bipolar, bitchy, and clingy. and frankly that type of woman just doesn’t exist. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?
i never met my father. he was probably too afraid to own up to his actions of screwing around with a sixteen year old. the only sort of contact we have with one another is the five thousand dollar deposit he puts in my bank account every month. he’s an investment banker that much i know but i don’t give a damn about his name. i don’t know my mother any better though. louise marie cain doesn’t have a signal maternal bone in her body. she’s a socialite that travels the world in the many hotel rooms of the men on the forbes list.
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[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
i’m an only child.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
if i can hardly take care of myself, i doubt i could take care of a dog.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
like i’d tell you.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is sarah! and i've been roleplaying for wayyy to long. i'm 17 years old, and i found you through whereyoufoundus. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through pm, love. as you can see, i enjoy using ed westwick as a play-by. oh and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know.
-----Gabe’s feet slipped into his leather Prada shoes as blue eyes flittered across the room anxiously as to make sure that the room was as empty as it appeared. He didn’t want any surprises and he didn’t want some girl thinking that they were meant to be because he just fucked her. Gabe wasn’t big on relationships never was. He never liked to give a girl the wrong idea when he’d hook up with them, which is why he’d typically set up an alarm on his phone to escape the frighteningly clingy thoughts of his one nightstands in the morning. This particular morning though his head was killing him. The sound of his own heart going thump-thump was loud enough that he had a massive headache, and his limbs were tired and weak as hell. Thus, he decided there was no point in moving. Now he was trying to escape the bare apartment without being caught by last night’s offender. Yet, he couldn’t go yet, his shirt was missing and it wasn’t particularly smart to walk outside into weather that was below zero in Manhattan without a shirt. With the light being muffled by the thick curtains his hands groped around for the cotton material. He believed his search had come to a close when his hands grabbed something particular soft and brought it up to his eyes. The corners of his mouth turned down-wards as he glanced at a pair of satin underwear. It looked like he wouldn’t evade some type of pain; it was either facing the lucky woman from last night or freezing his ass off. He chose the later.
-----Quietly he gripped the cold metal of the doorknob at turned it open as quickly as he could. Like ripping off a band-aid, making it hurt like a bitch if something was out there but not delaying the process more than necessary. He had back-up plans for situations like this, saying something like ‘my mother suffered a heart attack’ got him out of places fairly quickly. Yet, imagine his surprise when he stepped out into an over-heated room and saw Alex sitting at a table. He was befuddled. He knew that she had gotten a new place, one that was more affordable, but he didn’t know that she had got a roommate that quickly. In fact if he remembered correctly they even talked about moving in together last week. Gabe wanted to escape the horrible sounds of his mother and newly acquired stepfather in the bedroom. It was a scaring experience. Clearly and distinctly she told him that he was free to move in anytime. He’d never recalled her telling him that she got a roommate except for him. Then why did he wake up with a colossal headache butt naked in her apartment? He prayed that there was another person that lived here. He didn’t give a damn if he no longer had a place to live, as long as he ended up screwing someone other than Alex. He glanced perplexedly at her waiting for her to yell at him for sleeping with yet another one of his friends. The yelling and tedious lecture never came. His eardrums were not graced with her feminine voice. Shit, he was done for.
----- A friend was something that described a platonic relationship. Gabriel was never big on crossing that thin line. If he wanted to have deep and meaningful conversations he’d become friends with a girl and just that. If he wanted to get some action he’d pick-up a girl at a club. The two specifications never mixed together. He’d always told Alex about the girl he met last night, and asked her what she thought about it. He never planned nor imagined that she would be the girl he’d pick up. Reminiscent memories of last night overflowed his brain. He could have sworn that the girl his was with had the same golden blonde hair and birthmark on her thigh that Alex did. He fucked Alex Manchini last night. He screwed the only girl that he’d trusted to never cling to him and have wild fantasies about. He never planned to sleep with the girl he’d treated like a sister. Yet, the fact was undeniable as she was sitting in a chair with his Armani white button down shirt. It bothered him more that he actually enjoyed the view being disgusted.
-----He could only imagine how much he had to drink last night to end up in a situation like this. While he was freaking out like a kid on crack she was just sitting there calmly while drinking a cup of coffee in his shirt. She even had another cup out for what he could only assume to be for him. EH was frozen to the spot and felt the blood rush towards his cheeks. Never had he been so shocked. Thoughts, horrible thoughts filled his brain as he dreamt up ideas of Alex wanting this to happen, of wanting them something more. As freshman they always joked that if neither of them had a date to prom he’d be the one to take her. That if they were both thirty-five and hadn’t found the right person they’d marry each other so they wouldn’t look like socially inept children turned adults on the upper east side.
-----Glancing unsurely at the door, he didn’t know what to do. Obviously this wasn’t like his usual Saturday morning. He couldn’t just make a run for it. Hopefully, Alex would just right this off as a mistake. His hands ran through his hair in hopes of this being an allusion. Swallowing what felt like a huge lump in his throat his eyes wandered back to the scantily clad woman in front of him. “Could I have my shirt back by chance, my mom wants me to have lunch with her.” Fuck, he was screwed. There was no doubt in his mind that she’d be able to see right through him. Honestly though, he’d rather spend a couple hours with his mother than going through this. He had a much better prospect of living through that.
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POST STATUS; finished.[/quote]
TAGGED FOR; alexandra manchini!
WHERE WE AT; alexandra’s house.
WORD COUNT; 1030
SOUNDS LIKE; one week of danger – the virgins
OTHER NOTES; ah! it’ll get better.
[/color]* CREDITS , ANYONE ?
most of the credit for this goes to take a chance on me over at caution modified by emily for this site - broken lights on the freeway .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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