kat noelle green
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Post by kat noelle green on Jul 28, 2012 15:19:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Hey I heard you like the wild ones The Words: 414 The Outfit: ClickMe The NotesThis is awful Staring into the mirror, a rather content reflection held her gaze. 10 minuets she has been just sitting there, it was time to do something vaguely interesting rather than just looking at herself picking flaws. Spinning round on the stool, her feet swiftly touched the carpet springing her upwards. It was beautiful outside, the perfect day to go to the beach. Dressed in a pair if ripped shorts, a dropped shoulder top with a bikini underneath; Kat grabbed her bag from the side before heading to the door. Slipping on a pair or nude heals, and blue rimmed aviators to finish she left the rather lavish apartment.
A soft laugh passed her rouge lips to thoughts building, rolling her dark orbs she carried on along the sidewalk. Echoed beats of her heals fell with thuds, seemingly the only noise around. The streets where empty. Maybe everyone is at the beach? Naa, they are probably getting pissed in the club. Reaching into her bag, Kat pulled out a freshly rolled joint followed by a lighter, holding the roll in her mouth she sparked up with small flame. Taking a toke, she removed the intoxicating roll from her mouth as she exhaled a pattern of circled smoke. Releasing a content sigh, she weaved round a bollard as she crossed the road towards the beach.
Stepping swiftly down the steps, her hand ran along the rails. Observing the busy sands, lifeguards sat on quads watching the sea for dangers. The superman baseball hat to cover her styles locks, held back wild strands in the light breeze. Smoking the rest of the half weed half Tabaco joint Kat she threw it to the ground before squashing it with her shoe, taking them off she headed onto the golden sands. Cold grains imprinted a trail under her weight, spilling to each side of her feet as she walked to a less crowded space. Upon finding a free space, Kat took a towel from her large bag before lying it down to lay of. Stripping from her top and short the vibrant animal print bikini revealed; contrasting perfectly with the deep ebony of her hair. Raising her head, from the shadows of her sunglass someone caught her eye. A guy. Fresh out water, or so he looked. Fine toned and tanned. Sitting up, using her hands support herself she watched him. Allowing him to draw closer, before he walked passed a whistle passed her lips; followed by a cheek irresistible smile.
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Post by wylee damon ferreria on Jul 28, 2012 19:25:21 GMT -5
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girl please excuse me, if i'm coming on too strong, but tonight is the night we can really let go, my girlfriend is out of town and she doesn't have to know~
It was like the start of any other day, boring and slow and full of complaints of not wanting to get up. Mornings were just evil. It was well passed the time the girl in his bed had left for her walk of shame, which meant that it was some time close to the afternoon when Wylee finally rolled out of bed. Brown hair all ruffled and messy as he untangled his blankets from his body and walked groggily over to the bathroom. After fixing himself up there, he slipped out of his sweatpants and into his swimming trunks. Most days he would have pulled a shirt on too, the damaged skin tissue on his back was never a feature to highlight, but today he could bare it. Half of his live was devoted to surfing, the other half, well that's personal endeavors, but back to the surfing. Ever since Finn and him had moved to the coast, Wylee had upped his game for his training. Not knowing when his buddy's damned wanderlust would start up again and moved them away from any decent shores. Plus it was a rather lovely day to be on the waves, why ruin it wasting away indoors?
Capping of his attire, or lack there of, the surfer perched a hat on his head and rested a pair of sunglasses over his eyes before locking his apartment door behind him. Strapping his favorite board to the roof of his car, he popped inside; blaring the songs on the radio as he tapped out the beat on the wheel of his car as he cruised to the shore. He had all the tide times memorized as well as the best sections of the beach for the biggest waves. As he arrived, he didn't delay on his way to the water, carried his short board under his arm and then dived in with out a flinch. After what he was sure was about an hour of smooth sailing on his surf board, Wylee eventually stuck the object in the sand, placing his towel down next to it before heading back out for a normal swim. He floated on his back for awhile; even went out far enough to walk around a shallow sand bar, picked up a few shells, gave a few shells and his number away to a couple girls. All the fun stuff someone could do alone on the beach.
Finally, all the salt water was getting to him and he drew himself back toward the shore. Wet feet tracked up the warm sand, grains sticking to his bare feet as he walked back to his board and towel. The sun had beat down on his skin and warmed him, making him mostly forget about the fact that his scarred back was open for the world to see. Nearly back to his spot on the beach, Wylee caught wind of a whistle loud enough to be directed at him. Slowing his pace, he breathed in a smirk, "Usually, the guys whistles to the senhoras." His Brazilian heritage laced his words. Angling his head, the young man looked in the direction of the sound, meeting the cloaked eyes of a beautifully laid out lady. His smirk grew devious as he flashed a disarming white-toothed smile, "You want me to walk by again or are you okay with me just posing for you here?"
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kat noelle green
MIDDLE CLASS.
native, exotic dancer. played by bee [/font]
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Post by kat noelle green on Jul 29, 2012 4:11:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Hey I heard you like the wild ones The Words: 470 The Outfit: ClickMe The NotesShe's such a dick Digging her toes down into the sand, golden grain parted making an array of shapes. Warming her soft skin, almost instantly she felt her toes become tight; dry from the lingering salt. Urg,already really. A pet peeve of coming to the beach; dry skin. Kat hated it, the feel, the sight of wrinkled flesh. Casting her friendly gaze- not that he could see it behind her glasses. A light chuckle passed her lips, taking note of his accent she attempted to figure where he was from. It was far from the annoying American drawl, or her hard English tones. It was much richer but subtle, overseas of course. "Usually, the guys whistles to the senhoras." His statement curled her vibrant kissers, gracing her face with a breath taking smile. I didn’t see you whistling, gotta’ get your attention some ‘ow . She spoke with an enchanting aura, the bold shortening of words from her speech deterred slightly from it though. Her remark somewhat cocky, almost questioning him as to why he just walked passed. Not that she would ask that question, she was just messing with him. Harmless fun and games. Her dark orbs guarded by the blue rimmed lenses, cloaked the fact her vision had drifted up and down him a few times. He certainly was a looker if nothing else. Taking in the structure of his carved form, the evident muscle drew her in. It was perfect. Much like hers, the man covered his sight from her. Not the most stylish glasses and hat ensemble, but then again she had strange taste. Anyone could see that from what she wore, an array of feather and rope like bracelets, an Indian tribal anklet and more bracelets, this time a studded leather cuff. Glancing down for a brief moment her shoes, extravagant but plain. Known for wearing bright clashing footwear choices, they half blended with her outfit. As for her black snapback, a London street style she couldn’t kick.
You want me to walk by again or are you okay with me just posing for you here?" Again the same innocent sounding giggle released her, he was confident by all means. She couldn’t complain, another hate of hers; shy people. Why would anyone prefer to hide away rather than live their life? Kat would hate to be like that, she couldn’t imagine not being centre on the dance floor, hard partyer , drunk and awesome friend. Oh I dunno, tough one. Might want to pose a little more interesting though, like.. by my side? she spoke so playfully, a constant teasing tone. Half pushing herself up, Kay out stretched an arm. Her hand curled to a fist to give him a casual greeting, another habit from England’s street life which stuck with her. I’m Kat
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Post by wylee damon ferreria on Jul 30, 2012 12:23:04 GMT -5
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girl please excuse me, if i'm coming on too strong, but tonight is the night we can really let go, my girlfriend is out of town and she doesn't have to know~
At the first sign of her accent, his eyebrows arch in intrigue. There were only a few hitches in speech that could be picked out right away and the British tones were one of those. But the words just seemed to flow well from her mouth, each form blending into the other, no slurring. That or maybe he was just captivated but the bold and bright coloring of her lips, both where features to be noted. He took a moment to steal a glance over her appearance. It was the messy style; feathers in some places and leather in others, leopard print bikini, batman flat billed hat and big shades. It was unique and that was probably her personal expression. He liked it. Then again, he liked just about anything that was fit, baring midriff and female. But he did wonder why he hadn’t noticed her when he was walking back to his stuff, usually he had a keen eye for girls today he was seemingly blind though. Still, a more then gracious smile hung to his lips.
Even though he couldn’t see her eyes, he was more then sure that she wasn’t starting at his face, as handsome as it was. Another twitch in his smile when she giggled. She was only helping his ego. He was starting to think that going home was going to have to wait now. After hearing her response, Wylee reached up and spun his hat around so the bill face backwards on his head, “That can be arranged. Though, I must say,” he but on more of a show as he laid himself out next to her and leaned in a fraction, "you get a much better view if I pose on top." Always the charmer, or at least so he tried with nearly every girl he passed. Each girl was different though, but it fun to see which ones he could wrangle in easier then the others. As he stretched himself out he angled his torso towards her, Kat, as she said her name was, leaning on one of his elbows as he faced her. Kat. There was one place he knew that name, granted it was on a chat a people could lie about their name all the time, but the fact that she had an obvious British tones made him believe it was really her that much more. Still he didn't say anything about it. Lifting his opposite hand, he bumped his fist against her, a few American customs still striking him as odd, "Wylee."
After initial introductions had been made, with a small part of subtly showing off on his part, Wylee slid his dark sunglasses from his face; tilting them up to have them come to rest on the crown of his head against his hat. "So, you gonna hide your sparkling eyes all day," he drawled out the last syllable in his accent, smirking some what smugly at her, but not over doing it, "Kitty Kat?" Might as well try his hunch. Plus he just loved letting those words roll right off his tongue, making it almost sound like a smooth purr.
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kat noelle green
MIDDLE CLASS.
native, exotic dancer. played by bee [/font]
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Post by kat noelle green on Jul 30, 2012 12:55:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Hey I heard you like the wild ones The Words: 486 The Outfit: ClickMe The NotesThis is awful Shifting her weight she admired the male in front of her, amused so far by him she decided to keep his interest. Being her bold self she would quite happily tell him to fuck off if he got on her nerves, not one for other people’s feelings she spoke her mind. His cheeky response drew a smile. Casting her gaze to the sea for a moment, Kat focused on the crystal ocean. The dancing pattern of waves colliding invited her in, she would have to just jump in sooner or later, and with him following it seemed. Turning head back to him, her eyes still guarded behind frames shades. Taking the hat from her head, Kat raised a barrow as she shook out her hair. Tresses of black thick and wavy cascaded behind her, a mass of sweeping locks outlined her fringe as she dropped the cap to the towel.
Still watching him, she noted how fine he looked when drenched. Even better so with sun beating down. He filled the description she tended to stick to, charming, similar personalities, and well-toned. She loved to be on the arm of guy or girl who worked their body, Kat had slightly visible muscle on her arms, plus the outline of a 6 pack due to her job. She had developed an immense build of stomach muscle; something had to keep her upright on a pole. , “That can be arranged. Though, I must say, |
[/b] Exhaling in a half laugh, she bit her bottom lip in amusement. Watching him lower himself, Kat turned her head as she followed his every move. Confident for sure. , "you get a much better view if I pose on top." Oh I do agree her voice tainted with friendly sarcasm, taking away the teasing tone for a moment she gave another remark. Like it on top do we? Attempting not to laugh as she gave the playful comment. Taking her fist down from the casual greeting, the same breath taking smile planted on her face. Lowering her gaze to his torso, the taught muscle held firm as she moved. He must work out to the worlds end. Or just lives on protein shake. Taking in his features, now captivated by him warm eyes as he removed his glasses. "So, you gonna hide your sparkling eyes all day," his comment teasing, complimenting without even seeing her eyes. He knew what he was doing, a sure charmer from every angle. I might do, I mean that sun. It’s pretty damn bight Laughing softly she placed a hand on his shoulder for a moment, his warm skin soothing. Realising what she was doing, slowly she drew back her arms making it seem only normal. Pulling a face to the nickname he used, her mind sparked into thought. ahh, that’s who you are Wylee Coyote. Not quite a fierce as the name suggests
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Post by wylee damon ferreria on Jul 30, 2012 23:02:26 GMT -5
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girl please excuse me, if i'm coming on too strong, but tonight is the night we can really let go, my girlfriend is out of town and she doesn't have to know~
A wide smile flashed over his lips as she sarcastically agreed with him, before falling away into a rumbling chuckle in his chest. She could definitely keep his attention all day. It was like they were both playing off of each others energy, quick wit reaction and smile. And the look of her wasn't bad either. Heck, that could keep his attention all day. He wasn't going to lie, girls were like a work of art to him. He could browse all he wanted, view them and admire any portion that he wanted. So many different styles, so many different colors and types; things that could be looked at all day long. And thankfully, this art gallery allowed the people to touch the paintings. Touching had to be the best of the five senses. An eyebrow intriguingly arched at her comment. Well, wasn't she just a curious little lady? Top or bottom, it was such a intimate and personal inquiry, Wylee liked it. "I like the bottom and the top." a sly smirk brought up one side of his lips, "Sharing is caring."
As he settled more into his position, his let his eyes linger. Watching her core tighten and contract then relax with each shift. She was clearly displaying a hard body, skin nearly molded to muscle power just underneath; the sun hitting at amazing angles. Women were art. He didn't even care if he was being obvious wit his oh so in awe staring, compliment could be given in the facial expressions, subtle smiles here, a sparkle in the eyes there. And his expression was more then pleased. His blue orbs flicked, reluctantly, back up to her still shades ones when she spoke in response. Of course the sun was bright, they were on a beach, lounging a little passed midday, he offered slightly hinted frown at her excuse. Now he couldn't look into her, what he was sure, were gleaming eyes. But her small hand pressed to his shoulder was enough to distract his mind completely. The palm was smooth yet strong with a soft touch that and turned his head to look at before she pulled it away. He would have replied fast had she not picked up the nickname she had proudly given him. He cut her a coy side glance, "Oh, I'm plenty fierce under the right circumstances. Stick around and you might just find out for yourself." with the addition of a slight brow wiggle to emphasis.
Back to his more then casual flirty, one of the reasons he was still here. Shifting to be able to reach over, Wylee leaned in closer and extending his free arm that wasn't supporting him to act as a shield slid between the sun and her eyes. His hand creating a shadow over he sunglasses, "And I will be your personal sun blocker, if you agree to take off your shades, even if they do look stunning on you." He was nearly brushing her shoulder against his chest with how close he had moved over but his attention didn't dwell on that for long; however, he did like to think that it was a sly and clever move masterfully cloaked by the want to save her from the sun. He amazed himself sometimes.
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MIDDLE CLASS.
native, exotic dancer. played by bee [/font]
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Post by kat noelle green on Aug 1, 2012 4:49:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]And she's dangerous The Words: 652 The Outfit: ClickMe The NotesThis is awful Casting her gaze from him for a moment, Kat admired the visible rays of the sun. Warming her back, a content sigh passed her kissers, the day was beautiful as was the company. Glad she hadn’t just let him pass, her orbs flickered back to him for a moment. He was different, unlike most he saw no shame in flirting; much like herself. He was wild, spirited everything she thought a guy should be. Who would want a square? Kat cringed at the thought of mere shy men. Urg, why do people go for them? It’s so boring She wanted friends to be exiting, not afraid to randomly do things of the moment. "I like the bottom and the top." Sharing is caring." Laughing with a barely audible tone, he gave a wise answer. Not boasting himself self as better on either top or bottom, but relaxed in some ways. Even that left her speechless for a moment, what do you reply to that with? Fair point Not to greedy then
Watching him, Kat allowed her gaze to linger over his body. The drying water left him with a gleaming effect. His skin perfect, shuddering softly to each move as visible muscle rippled. Extending both legs, now half lying down she teased the sand beneath her. Dabbling her toes in the warm grains, she dug her feet down slightly burying them. "Oh, I'm plenty fierce under the right circumstances. Stick around and you might just find out for yourself." He amused her, he knew how to talk with such a charming aura. It seemed he had perfected the art of getting women to fall for him, however, Kat wouldn’t just obey to him. She would make it a game of course, not playing hard to get, but show a little fire and spark. I should hope you are, a feeble coyote would be more than just disappointing. Would you not be the one having to stick around as I called you over A tease to her voice, sarcasm presented in her first line but soothed to a more playful speech. Logic, a simple way to both piss people off and lure them in for more.
Amused by his display, he shifted her weight as he moved closer. He showed himself not as eager, but wanting to please for his own benefit. Kat assumed that this way of working was how most would fall for him, like a knight in shining armour. Tilting her head, she caught his gaze; her still guarded though. "And I will be your personal sun blocker, if you agree to take off your shades, even if they do look stunning on you." Again another soft chuckle released her, so charming. He posed himself to go out of his way to gain her affection, this could work to her advantage. Toying with him, Kat reached her arm, taking his wrist she brought his arm down from the shield he had made. Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, Kat took her hand from his. Taking of her sunglasses, she placed them delicately into her bag. Turning to face him, a smile graced her features. No need, I’m a big Kitty I’m sure I could do it myself Ignoring the compliment, she made no comment about it. Of course she was thankful for the description of them on her, but she wouldn’t tell him that. Not for now anyway. Reaching over into her bag, her eyed widened as pulled out two bottles of beer; Corona to be exact. Beer? Oh, do you mind if I spark up? Of course she had a few joints with her, a guilty pleasure of hers. Not a habit or an addiction, just a love for weed. She full well knew how bad it was, but round here it had become so casual to just light an intoxicating roll with everyone else.
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Post by wylee damon ferreria on Aug 1, 2012 22:22:31 GMT -5
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girl please excuse me, if i'm coming on too strong, but tonight is the night we can really let go, my girlfriend is out of town and she doesn't have to know~
It wasn't too unreasonably hot out that day, or at least not to him. Wylee had survived worse, he was a guy that actually favored the warmer weather, and that wasn't just because all (most) girls wore bikinis. No, the Brazilian liked warms days because it was what he was use to. His skin absorbed any heated rays that kissed his his body; spreading from head to tow an all around pleasant feeling that had him smiling.But right now, his lips were parted in a disarming curve because the dame next to him was a clever girl. Her quick wit had him admitting to himself that he was going to have to be the one to stick around, it was his choice, she was the one that called him over. But he wasn't going to give her the pleasure of hearing that. That stayed wrapped up in his smile.
To say he was disheartened when she so peacefully declined his deal with a kind look and the physically move of his hand, was true. But at least part of it had been worth it, she did reach up and slide her fingers, maybe too smoothly, around his wrist. Contact was a something that the young man craved. Not so much that he could be touch-starved but it was high up on his list of things he liked. He had reveled in the lift grip and his eyes blinked up at her as she relented and took her shades off herself. "I'm sure you can look after yourself, I don't think I would like you as much as I do if you were dependent." he matched her smile but didn't even consider shifting his current position. He liked the closeness, and she didn't seem to be bothered, so why move away?
he even held his lounging form when she went to get something out of her bag.of course that pause gave him time to check on some possessions of his own; his board, his towel and his shoes just a few yards up the beach. It was just within eye distance to give a quick glance and confirm that everything was still there. Good. Her accent brought his attention back more then the words themselves. As his blue/green eyes drew over the contours of the bottles she had in hand, he let out a whistle, "Sim, por favor.", he chuckled to himself at the slip of his native tongue, "Yes please." A thought in the back of his head told him that Kat might be too young to drink. But he was a stranger, why would she listen to him if he told her not to? Grabbing one of the Corona bottles, he answered the second part of her question, a little lost as to what 'spark up' completely meant, "Umm, sure, go ahead senhora."
Turing his beverage in his hand, Wylee noted the light beads of condensation hanging on the glass. Looking beyond the bottle, his gaze brushed over his companion's soft skin. A devious smirk didn't take long to form over his lips.Something along the lines of a body shot sprang into his head. He might get into trouble if he tried it without giving her fair warning; besides they had beer, not tequila. Not completely forgetting the thought, the surfer trailed his gaze from her stomach back up to her face that was now not covered by the big sunglasses. "Belíssimo..." was breathed, making sure to her it sounded like a whisper. Not that she could understand it anyways. Swiping his classic charming expression back to his face he spoke up, lifting his bottle some, "Have anything specific for us to drink to? We have to drink to something." he had a few ideas of his own, but he was all ears to see if she had any creative things herself.
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native, exotic dancer. played by bee [/font]
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Post by kat noelle green on Aug 2, 2012 12:09:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] got style with your bad ass The Words: 649 The Outfit: ClickMe The NotesEh ramble ramle Noticing no reply to her somewhat witty comment, Kat skimmed her gaze over his taking in his cheeky smile once more. He was so inciting, she wanted to learn more about him, become better friends. She was sure a handsome guy like would get this attention all the time, then again so did she; mostly brought on by herself though. Despite the attention and looks she gained from her job it didn’t satisfy, yes they were mainly rich good looking elder men; working class of course.. and they did tip a ton of money. But she longed for just that bit more, greedy? Maybe, but who doesn’t like to have all eyes on them. Shifting her weight, Kat drew her body up to sit up properly. She wasn’t going to make the mistake of drinking lying down.
Running a hand through her hair, Kat exhaled softly. Her body began to soothe under the sun, pure relaxation tainted her. No doubt she could easily fall asleep, but she wouldn’t not with Wylee keeping her company. "I'm sure you can look after yourself, I don't think I would like you as much as I do if you were dependent." Half chuckling to his remark, it pleased her. Obviously he was not one for needy, clingy people either. To her this was a relief, as said before shy mere people are an inconvenience . What is the point of being if too afraid to do anything? Through the motion she had started, Kat finished by dragging her fingertips though the longer bottom strands of her hair. She had pulled it round to one side; allowing the ebony tresses to fall over one shoulder.
The native tongue in which he spoke with was certainly nice, a teasing aura to his already charming self. His voice slick, rich velvety words rolled with ease as he spoke. Giving a warm smile to his acceptance, Kat allowed his to the cool bottle. A woman of maybe little manners, she brought the coloured glass to her mouth. Locking her teeth round the cap, a slight twist and upwards pull sought the fizz release is a hush of sound. You covered or want to open it? She had taken her way of opening bottles froma manly thing to a sort of skill. "Umm, sure, go ahead senhora." His comment seemed a little unsure, he must know what it meant know? Anyone who spends more than a month knows Miami “street terms” as it were. With his grace, Kat delved back into the bag as pulled out a rolled joint a lighter. Vivid colours, a carnival patterned lighter hiding the fluid inside. Sparking up she released the flame to hash embers of the paper, content with it now being lit, she dropped the lighter back down. Bringing the intoxicating item to her mouth, lips locked into a seal as she half lied back down. Completing the movement she removed the joint, blowing a series of circular smoke puffs. Want a toke? A bold question ask, but such a seemingly casual thing to do.
Hmm? having thought he said something, no more than a whisper she turned her head. It seemed not, maybe she was just hearing things, hat with the other people, sift breeze and the rolling waves. Raising the bottle, Kat took an eager swig of the cool liquid. Running her parched throat, hydrating her with that unique taste. ”Have anything specific for us to drink to? We have to drink to something." Did they have anything to chink to? Taking a moment to think, Kat paused before leaning over to knock her bottle agains’t his. To new friends? Is that too lame? laughing slightly, an enchanting sound as her eyes gave a sparkle watching him. The things she could do, her mind ran a tangent to her own thoughts, and to if he would mind.
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Post by wylee damon ferreria on Aug 3, 2012 17:00:31 GMT -5
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girl please excuse me, if i'm coming on too strong, but tonight is the night we can really let go, my girlfriend is out of town and she doesn't have to know~
Now that he actually had a good look at her eyes, Wylee's smile became an ounce more genuine. At least he had convinced her to take them off. Dark, somewhat warming orbs that caught the sun light and caught his attention. He found himself thinking that it matched her hair as she ran her fingers through to comb out the ends. In contrast to her darker features, she was one of those few girls that he encountered that had a megawatt smile. Of course, then she could just turn around a use the megawatt smile to rather tom-boyishly open a beer bottle. Funny, he didn't realize she had such a talented mouth. He'd definitely have to remember that for later, no way Wylee was going to not use that tidbit of information slip passed him. When she asked him a 'sure, you can open my bottle like that all you want' was on the tip of his tongue and he wanted so badly to say it, but instead he shook his head, "I've got it." Figured it wasn't the most pain free way to get a bottle cap off and he didn't want to cause pain to her mouth, so he simply gave the cap and hard twist and popped it off in his bare hand.
So he had now lived in the Americas for three years, he knew some lingo and then there was some that he didn't know. That was mostly because his best buddy had a wanderlust problem that kept them hopping from one place to another without being able to pick up the local slang. Now when it came to Miami, well the surfer was just glad that he was able to stay as long at they had thus far. Four weeks, two days and seven hours; give or take a few minutes. He liked to keep track of how long they lived in one place, not the Finn knew that's what he did. Swirling his bottle, he watched her shift through he bag again only to reveal a rolled up piece of paper and a lighter. Mentally smiling at himself, he had the idea that 'spark up' had something to do with lighting something, which usually meant a smoke. However when she asked him for a toke, he blinked for a moment then looked down at the light roll, "No, sorry Kitty Kat. I'm going to have to pass on that." His head shook side to side briefly when he meet her eyes again. "Drugs aren't usually good for athletes to use. Disqualification and all that." Sure maybe he had tried some substances once but that was before he starting getting more serious about his competitions, after that he was strictly sober. All he did now was drink.
He could tell the question had taken her by surprise, she had already started to drink from her bottle and Wylee had waited till they found what they were drinking too but still. He liked to have a reason; even if the reason was as stupid as just drinking to get drunk or drinking because there was better nothing to do. Chuckling at her answer he pushed himself to more a sitting position, "I'm not going to lie senhora, that was kinda lame. How about we drink to," the words were drawn out to give him more of a moment to think, then he returned a smirk and clinked his glass to her's, "getting a stranger's attention, yes? Because if you hadn't of whistled, I might not be here right now." And with a soft wink, he lifted the neck of the bottle to his lips and tilted it back, swallowing down a swig of refreshing liquid. After being in the water most of the morning, a cool bottle was more then welcome and he had more than good company too.
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kat noelle green
MIDDLE CLASS.
native, exotic dancer. played by bee [/font]
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Post by kat noelle green on Aug 4, 2012 8:00:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]SO! Raise your glass The Words: 624 The Outfit: ClickMe The NotesEh ramble ramle Content, Kat took another short swig of the refreshing liquid. Glancing back over to her bag, a brow raised; cloaked her fringe as she inspected the contense. No lime… How could she forget lime? It was almost a ritual to her a slice of the exotic fruit in the bottle neck. Strangely different without it, Kat savoured the stronger taste with no citric twist. Casting her gaze over Wylee he too seemed to be enjoying himself, or so she hoped. He made good company, he was easy to talk to and seemed pretty friendly. She was sure he could be a good friend under the flirtatious exterior. "I've got it." Nodding her head slightly, she muttered in a warm whisper from her lips the words “sweet”. Placing down the cool glass, Kat span it slightly digging it down into the sand. Forming the perfect holder, golden grains of warming powder supported the beer. Brining the joint back to her lips, the musky aroma to release lingered in the air. Supressing the urge to roll her eyes, she ignored the fact people could smell it. It shouldn’t make much difference, everywhere she seemed to go at least one person stank of the green stuff. It was becoming an everyday thing, not only for her. Most of her friends quite openly walk the streets and smoke, of course out the laws eyes though. She was sensible about it, yes she would be paralytic on alcohol at times, too frequently in her past. Given the fact she drinks nearly every day, getting lashed only happens when with others. Not seeing the point in being drunk alone, Kat has learnt to control herself. Deep in an aimless though train, the speech of Wylee deterred her back to reality.
"No, sorry Kitty Kat. I'm going to have to pass on that”Going by how he came across, Kat did find herself a little surprised to the face he turned it down. That only really enforced to her; don’t judge a book by it’s cover Alrighty, it’s not every ones thing. "Drugs aren't usually good for athletes to use. Disqualification and all that."
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[/b] Learning the reason, a smile grew as she realised he must do surfing or something professionally. That’s fucking awesome Turning her head, Kat stubbed out the joint on the sand, covering the butt in the sand she smiled. Ah fair play, can’t argue with that one Her voice light, still the constant playful tone, even with a half serious matter. Listening the rich chuckle, his tone held an enticing aura. Deterring her gaze from his smouldering eyes, she inhaled deeply before quickly taking a mouthful of alcohol. Damn he was good looking, knowing her antics if anywhere else she was sure one or another would have made a move by now. She figured she would have to drink more; at least be under the influence of drink to make anything seem like an innocent accident. I'm not going to lie senhora, that was kinda lame. How about we drink to," Laughing, Kat allowed her head to drop back before swinging it round. A wavy mass of ebony whips in tow as the silky hair caressed her skin. I did tell you it would, I have the imagination of a fish for shit like that Poking her tongue out, a wide smile drew visible her pearly teeth to the grin. His next idea certainly worked, pondering a moment over his comment she had to agree. Not being able to come up with anything better, she again refreshed herself with the dark drink. To getting attention… that’s quite catchy. I may have to use it sometime, because I’m sure your attention with be missed [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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