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Post by CLEO EVERETT on May 27, 2011 3:32:26 GMT -5
UNBELIEVABLE. How many people had to make miraculous reappearances before she got used to it? Seriously. This was just… Cleo was pulled from her thoughts as the taxi came to a stop. She paid and got out, her anger pushing her forward. It was sprinkling today, something that did not help her mood, so she got out of the rain as soon as possible. Of course, any other day, Cleo would be reluctant to walk right into a strip club. But today, she had some scolding to do. Last night, she’d learned that Jared was back. Jared, who had up and vanished, after his big fight with Kayden. KAYDEN, who was pregnant with his child, and completely heartbroken after the whole ordeal. To make matters worse(!), Mitch had told Cleo that Jared hadn’t talked to Kayden yet. So what if he had only been back for, like, three days?
Oooooooo, she was so mad. Okay, so she kind of had no idea where she was supposed to find Jared in this place. Cleo had been to Sahara once and she’d had drinks with him, and so she’d never really gotten a tour (not that she’d wanted one). Cleo’s hands curled into fists. Not knowing where to go only made her angrier. A waitress approached, topless of course, and asked if she needed. “Yeah. I need to see Jared.” Cleo paused, realizing how angry she sounded. She plastered on a sweet smile, “please.” The waitress seemed hesitant so Cleo batted her eyelashes a few times. “I know him. He’s a friend of mine.” After another minute, the waitress told Cleo to follow and led her to a more private area of the club. The waitress told Cleo to wait a moment so she could let Jared know he had a visitor, but oh no, that was not happening. Cleo pushed passed and was surprised for a minute by the sudden lack of music.
And then she saw him and she was angry all over again. “You!” she snapped, striding towards him, her eyes sparking. “I can’t believe you!” Now that she’d closed the distance, Cleo jabbed him in the chest with her finger. She glared up at him (oh how she wanted to be tall right now, this was not intimidating at all), her eyes practically narrowed to slits. “You come back, out of nowhere!” She paused and shoved him (still not intimidating, she wasn’t strong). “You disappear and then just show up and don’t even tell Kayden?!” Cleo threw her hands up in the air and let out a frustrated groan. She paced the room, dragging a hand through her hair. “I mean, seriously, Jared? Really? I think she should’ve been the first that you would go to!” Cleo paused, stopping to glare at him. “And don’t give me any nonsense of her cheating on you! Because that certainly did not happen! Do you even know her?”
Cleo stormed back towards him, her anger ebbing. “You know it’s yours, don’t you?” Cleo pushed him again, as if her ranting hadn’t been enough, before folding her arms over her chest; she continued to glare at him, waiting for an answer.
notes; yeah, i don't think cleo has her facts straight but neither do i so i kind of bs'ed that whole first paragraph.
words; 529
outfits; something angrysexy haha idk i'll figure it out.
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Post by theo22 on Jun 8, 2011 8:09:16 GMT -5
UNDENIABLE! How could Jared be such an ass to Kayden and well, everyone else that he left behind in New York? He was mad and upset at her, but Kayden at least deserved some sort of explanation, right? Well, Jared wanted to talk, but instead, he drowned himself in work. Up and running off to the West Coast was not a good choice in the large scheme of things and his business definitely suffered a bit. Three strippers, his DJ, and his bartenders put in their two weeks notice about a week after Jared left. He could have resolved things, but he shut his phone off and ignored anything pertaining to New York City. For a short while life was simple.
However, reality had it's way of coming up and biting one in the ass. Jared was sifting through applications when the voice of a familiar voice filled with anger. Jared closed his eyes and wished for the voice to...Jared's eyes met Cleo's. He slid from his seat and stood wearily. Her jab to the chest felt like it cracked a rib. Cleo's anger seemed to grow with every letter that left her lips and Jared could have sworn that she was on the verge of punching him before she threw her hands up in frustration. Jared wanted to speak felt it was not a wise choice, especially with Cleo...
Jared stumbled back a bit by the force of Cleo's shove. Jared took a staggering step backwards and collapsed into the chair and hid his face in his hands. "It can't be mine." His words were choked as he fought back the tears. "I was careful...we were careful.... It is impossible. I can't be a father." Jared looked up at Cleo eyes rimmed red and jaw clinched. "I am not ready to face her." Jared wiped his eyes.
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Jun 22, 2011 19:30:57 GMT -5
Maybe her anger was a little unfounded. Maybe she shouldn’t be ranting and raving at him like this. He must’ve been upset anyhow, right?, to not even have spoken to Kayden yet. The more she thought about it, the more Cleo realized none of this was her business. Why had she decided that she need to get involved? Cleo resumed her pacing, now regretting her tirade and her anger and her accusing. She sighed loudly, shaking her head. “Because that always works.” Hadn’t he seen movies or TV shows? She sounded more sarcastic than she’d intended, but she was still angry even if she had no reason to be. Then again, she hadn’t been angry in awhile and it felt good to be angry every once in awhile. But it really wasn’t fair for her to be taking it out on Jared. Cleo looked to him, seeing how stressed and tired he looked. Cleo took the seat beside him (wow, they were comfy) and curled up, holding her knees against her chest.
“You need to be ready.” Cleo paused. She didn’t want to get all Dr. Drew right now. Wait, was Dr. Drew the right person to reference? Okay, she didn’t want to act like a psychologist. Then again, she was taking psychology. Okay, okay. Focus. Don’t get distracted. Why was it so easy to get distracted? Cleo shook her head. “What happens if you just one into her somewhere?” Cleo asked. “Hmm? What then? You won’t be able to just run away. You’re going to need to know what to say.” She definitely couldn’t be a psychologist when she was done with high school. Maybe she would just be a swim coach. That could be fun. “Where did you go, anyway?” Curiosity had gotten the best of her.
notes; i no longer have angry cleo muse /:
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