|
|
Post by COININ CLISTE on Aug 1, 2011 21:08:20 GMT -5
See, this was another time when one of her brilliant ideas fell completely flat. Bunny was use to the pubs at home, and such. She hadn't been to a club--then again, she hadn't--in her desperation for company, gotten a fake ID. Then again, she normally wouldn't have made it into the club in her normal wardrobe anyway.
She still had the dress. Her eyes slid sideways, looking at the unopened suitcase which held a particular outfit. She had bought the dress and heels, because of the fact she wanted to look a certain way. Be someone other than boring Coinin Willow Cliste. Be mysterious, sexy, alluring. She wore the dress once, caught a glimpse of herself, and never wore it again.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. She knelt at the suitcase, and lifted out the shimmering thing. It wasn't short, it fell about mid-thigh, covered everything. The sequins caught the lights reflecting off of it, making it look wet and slick. She unzipped the back, and pulled it up over her hips, and settled it into place, before twisting her thin arms to zip it back up. Her fingers spread over the material, and she looked at herself in the mirror.
Tonight she wasn't Coinin, or even bunny. Her ID read Willow Keenly, and she was twenty-two. The actual sixteen year old's heart pounded in her chest while she adjusted the straps over her shoulders. Silently, she buckled the heels around her ankle, and pulled her hair down. It was rare that she ever wore it down, it was thick, and wavy, and quite a hassle. She set it with hairspray in it's loose, large curles before slipping on her bracelets. She grabbed her purse and ID, slipping it inside of her wallet, before leaving the Academy dorms.
She glanced over her shoulder, to make sure no one caught her sneaking out, while she ducked into the cab. The driver glanced at her several times in the mirror. Bunny was sixteen, but her body had decided to be one of those early bloomers. She typically hid it under layers, and loose clothing. But tonight she had to look older, to get in.
While she walked up to the club, Down The Rabbit Hole, and showed her ID, she tried to keep her cool. The bouncer eyed her closely, before passing her ID back, and allowing her inside. The second the pounding music hit her ears, and she saw the bodies grinding against each other--she felt woozy. This could be some seriously trouble. She was only sixteen, and no one here was supposed to be under twenty-one. She suddenly realized how much danger she was in, and yet, her feet took her over to the bar. She heard herself repeat that she'd like a coke, twice. Fucking accent of hers. She was in a daze while she eased herself onto the stool.
Quickly, she began to shuffle in her purse. This was a mistake. Wuld gideon come get her? No, because then he'd find out she was younger than she let on. Benny! She could always count on sweet Benny; if he wasn't with Mackenzie. Well crap. She left her phone. She straightened up a little when the glass of coke was put into her hands, and she nodded a silent thank you and pushed a bill foward on the table. She didn't raise the glass to her hips, and instead watched the single bubbles float to the top; her bare shoulders trembling from cold and nerves.
Tags: Darius / Monica / Olley / Bunny
Notes: The muse is strong with this one. :O
Outfit:She feels so uncomfortable. |
|
|
|
Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Aug 3, 2011 22:16:02 GMT -5
Playa hatas, you bound to loose [/font] Break rules, ain’t no laws here[/color][/font] Understand the ghetto blues, cause for moves testin’ trues[/font][/center]
This was gonna be a good night. Darius strolled down the street, bobbing to the beat of his jam. “Break rules, ain’t no laws here,” he mumbled under his breath, slapping his thighs and flipping the bird at the first dickhead he passed. This was the Dare Hare’s time of night. This was his fucking element. Fuck school. Fuck homework. Fuck graduation and college and careers and goddamn money. Late at night on the street life scene, this was his world. This was where the Dare Hare lived, where he thrived.
As he turned into a side alley and felt along the wall for the black, graffiti-covered door, he plunged a hand into his pocket, feeling the jar of honey he’d stuck there earlier. We’ve had some good goddamn times, ol’ bro. His fingers hovered around the lid. Some goddamn good times. But he shook his head, withdrawing his hand. He was running the fuck low, and damnit, he was going to need some later when he was, hopefully, hammered and baked as fuck.
He found the door, pulling it open and stepping into the smoky, musty hallway. He yanked his ‘phones down, resting them around his neck, adapting his swagga’ to the beat of the disco around the distant corner. He felt his heart begin to race as it totez always did when he was getting ready to get in on the action. It was time to do this shit. It was time to do this shit up.
He nodded at the bouncer, winking as he smoothly cut to the front of the line. ID. What a fucking joke. The Dare Hare didn’t need no bullshit ID. The Dare Hare went wherever the Dare Hare goddamn pleased, which was wherever there were fly bitches and hoes. And free booze. The Dare Hare didn’t go nowhere without no free booze. Darius wasn’t made of goddamn scrilla, and he needed to save what he had to pay that dumbturd Xavier for last week’s bud.
He strolled through the sweaty crowd, rubbing his bong against anything that looked remotely like a chick. But he totez wasn’t here to dance or any of that shit tonight. He was here to get shitfaced. He was here to shitface the flying fuck out of himself.
He slid onto the only empty stool in the bar, next to a total…wait. Whoa. Hold the damn phone.
“Yo, hey…” Darius’ voice trailed off as his brow furrowed in confusion. “Don’t I know…”
Nah. He’d probably just boned her or some shit. Darius could never keep them all straight. Still…
“Lemme get that for you,” Darius said smoothly, grasping the bill she’d just pushed forward and pulling it the hell back. He glanced up at the barmaid, winking. “Ey girl, you know me, the Dare Hare. I got this one covered.” She wouldn’t make him cough up the cheese. Not this barmaid chick. This chick had her shit together. This chick knew who he was.
“So,” he began, grinning at the chick beside him. A nice babe indeed. Nice brown hair, brown eyes, totally fuckable. “I know milk does a body good,” he began, drumming his fingers along the table, “but damn girl, how much you been drinkin’?”
--*But remember the man*-- Co-Star--* who is tagged?
Outift:*-- HERE <3
Words:--* 543
Notes:*-- You talkingOthers talkingYour thoughts
Credits:--* Kaylee <3 aka. abletodream08 at caution 2.0
Lyrics:*-- Ghetto Bluez by Mo Thugs
|
|
|
|
Post by COININ CLISTE on Aug 3, 2011 22:46:07 GMT -5
Bunny's head twitched slightly, glancing sideways at the boy that slid in next to her. He said something, but she wasn't sure if he had been talking to her, so she went back to staring at her glass; but he said something else and was staring at her. She blinked large brown eyes at him; the outside corners of her eyes dipped down somewhat, givig her that sleepy, doe-eyed look. He looked like a punk--one of those guys that tried far too hard to act tough, the ones that thought they were the shit. And the ones that carried guns, just to prove it.
Bunny had almost the same thought, he looked familiar for some reason. Her expression relaxed when he pulled her bill back, and her fingers brushed his while she tucked it back in her purse. "Thank you, that was generous." She returned his smile, her extire body seeming to relax a bit. Maybe she had totally been wrong in judging him.
She raised her glass to her lips, to take a little sip, listening to him, before clamping her hand over her mouth, swallowing her drink as fast as possible before she spit it out all over the bar. Did he really just use that line?! Did that seriously just happen? She was mildly afraid that if he knew she was laughing he'd...drag her off and beat her bloody, or something.
Lowering her hand, she cleared her throat, her lips twitching to avoid grinning. "I haven't heard that once since I was in elementary school," She tried to annunciate clearly, because apparently his grammar wasn't that well off, plus her accent could be a little difficult to understand at times. "But I'll give you an A for effort," She successfully fought off the giggles, "Honey Tea, actually. Extra honey. Makes me sweet." She grinned again, before giving her head a little shake.
She damn near offered her hand, but to be completely honest--she was confused by this guy. Boy? He looked young enough. But she was confused, and definitely did not want his hand to touch hers. The mention of honey tea, though, really...really made her want some. "My name is Bunny." She offered, leaning in to him ever so slightly, to be able to hear him over the music blaring behind her. Once again, the brunette had stiffened up, tension apparent in her shoulders. She was just trying to be polite--but this guy. Was either very dangerous...or very stupid.
Notes:Oh dear. Poor Bunny. D: [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Aug 16, 2011 0:23:12 GMT -5
Playa hatas, you bound to loose [/font] Break rules, ain’t no laws here[/color][/font] Understand the ghetto blues, cause for moves testin’ trues[/font][/center]
The damn snatch was looking at him. Looking at him, like he was some fucking piece of circus animal shit, and she was like inspecting him or whatever. God damnit, you didn’t inspect the Dare Hare. The Dare Hare inspected you, or you got the fuck away. That was just the way the world worked. Suck his goddamn dick. “Bitch, take a picture. It’ll last longer.” He pushed his hat up over the back of his head, exposing his totally fucking rad dreads and shit.
"Thank you, that was generous."
[/i] Darius caught her fingers as they brushed his, tickling them slightly before letting them drop. Oh yeah. That’s right. He was so totally generationiss or whatever the fuck she’d just called him. The Dare Hare wasn’t one of those Abercrombie poser pricks who used big words. “You are wel-come,” he said slowly, grinning. “Nice try.” He flipped a quarter into the air, catching it like a badass motha-fucka that he was. “But you know I wanna melt in your mouth. Not in your hand.” Oh yeah. That was the best fucking one-lina’ ever. He totally had to write that shit down. "But I'll give you an A for effort," She successfully fought off the giggles, "Honey Tea, actually. Extra honey. Makes me sweet." [/i] Darius grinned. This trick was good. Not at all like the skeezers he usually brought home with him. This girl was not fucking around. She had her shit together. And Darius liked that. He liked hot chicks who had their shit together. “Really now?” He cocked his head, scuffling in his back pocket for a ciggy. “Gotta get me some of that tea giiiirl. ‘Cause you so sweet you givin’ me cavities.” He grinned, the disco lights glinting off of his teeth. Damnit, he was so fucking ill. How could any fucking chicks resist the Dare Hare? "My name is Bunny."[/i] “Bunny. Darius Harrisburg. Chicks call me the Dare Hare. You’ve probably heard of me. I’m pretty fresh down these parts, you know?” He raised his eyebrows lazily, folding his hands behind his head. [/blockquote][/blockquote] --*But remember the man*-- Co-Star-- Conin
Outift:*-- HERE <3
Words:--* 419
Notes:*-- You talkingOthers talkingYour thoughts
Credits:--* Kaylee <3 aka. abletodream08 at caution 2.0
Lyrics:*-- Ghetto Bluez by Mo Thugs
|
|
|
|
Post by COININ CLISTE on Aug 25, 2011 16:17:56 GMT -5
"But you know I wanna melt in your mouth. Not in your hand."
Wait. Did he just...about her. Oh dear. Her hand itched to just rub her face. What had she gotten herself into? Of course, what else had she expected coming to a club? Her lips twitched into another smile, even when he continued on. Even his speech was off and was making her crave the company of Gideon and Benny's properly spoken English. She'd even go for some of Mackenzie's bizzare little words right about now.
"Dare Hare?" The Dare hare and Bunny. She wondered if he had even caught onto the slightly matching names, before her hand pressed against her mouth to stifle her giggles. "Actually, never heard of you. This if my first time down here." She glanced across the club and shrugged her shoulders. Lights and bodies, and just. This whole place was dreadful, really. Improper, and completely obscene.
"I go to Bau---Barrie. I go to Barrie, so I've been really focused on studies, and such." She had almost let it slip that she went to Baum. Which could have been a fast track to getting her kicked out of the premisis. Then again, looking about to be kicked out didn't seem like such a bad idea, really. "So what should I be calling you--Darius, or The Dare Hare?" She raised a brow at him, her lips curling into a slight smile. It was almost laughable really.
She really ought to stop that--she had initated the flirting. What with calling herself sweet and everything. Bunny uncrossed her legs, then switched to the other side, and glanced back at Darius again. This was mildly awkward, she liked his presense--but very slightly. It was more like examining a strange specimen under a microscope. He, apparently, thought he was hot shit. And she begged to differ. Bunny looked at the dancefloor one more time, before clearing her throat. Her shoulders were still stiff, and tense. Offering an apologetic smile to Darius, she started to slide to the edge of her seat. "I don't think this is really my scene, I should be going now."
|
|
|
|
Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Sept 5, 2011 19:19:52 GMT -5
He was liking this chick. He really, really, really was. She was pretty bangin’, though if she was twenty one, then The Dare Hare had a cooter and a pair of hot jugs. Which he totally fucking didn’t, so fuck you, slag. Even her accent was pretty fuckin’ fresh, like, British or some shit like that. Darius dug it. He dug it hard core.
"Dare Hare?" The Dare hare and Bunny. She wondered if he had even caught onto the slightly matching names, before her hand pressed against her mouth to stifle her giggles. "Actually, never heard of you. This if my first time down here."
“Yessiree Bob. The Dare fucking Hare.” He puffed his chest with pride. Dare Hare and Bunny. There was totally…nah. He was just way too sloshed at the moment. Darius had never been one for all that problem solving shit anyway. Like, why would you waste time thinking when there were fucking reefers all over the place to be smoked? Stupid fucks. Sometimes Darius felt like he was the only smart person around this damn shindig.
”A first timer, eh?”He was really diggin’ this accent. So fucking rad. He took another swig of booze. ”Well, I can certainly show you the works.” He was a regular ‘round these parts.
"I go to Bau---Barrie. I go to Barrie, so I've been really focused on studies, and such."
”Barrie.” Fucking liar. Darius had nailed a shit ton of college-aged chicks in his time, and he was one hundred fucking percent positive that unless this girl was some kind of mega-genius poser prick, she did not go to Barrie. ”In that case,” he grinned, ”I go to ‘Barrie’ too. Quality education, ain’t it?” He swallowed another fingerful from his jar, then held it out to her. ”Honey?” It was a good icebreaker.
"So what should I be calling you--Darius, or The Dare Hare?"
He rolled his eyes. “Darius. What the hell kinda name is Darius?” He spat on the floor beside his chair, snapping his fingers at the nearest waiter. “Parents are history teachers. Obsessed with like, Persia or some shithole. Named me after like, a King or some bastard like that. Friends call me Dare Hare.” He chugged the remainder of his bottle, motioning to the bartender for another. "Though you, girl, can call me whatever the fuck you want." Something occurred to him. "Bunny your real name?”
"I don't think this is really my scene, I should be going now."
”Ain’t your scene?” Darius laughed. ”Maybe my place is more your ‘scene’. Whadaya say?” He winked, accepting the second drink he was offered and downing it in a single swig.
|
|
|
|
Post by COININ CLISTE on Sept 6, 2011 19:28:40 GMT -5
Bunny smiled when he puffed himself up. He was funny, in the way…in the way a hamster with down-syndrome was cute. Entertaining to watch, and you just wanted to go ‘aww’ as it completely failed at whatever it was trying to do. Her lips pushed to the side, while a tiny second smile came across her lips at her silent musing. “It could be better.” She responded to his comment about Barrie. The way he said it, seemed like he was onto her. But he had admitted to being a student at Baum as well—at least between the lines.
Her brown eyes lowered to the jar, and she hesitated. There could be anything in it, and the Dare Hare here didn’t look entirely clean. But she had a weakness for honey; to the point of ridiculousness. To the point of where if anyone ever came to her dorm, she hid the mass amounts of jars and bottles off the stuff she had. She dipped the end of her pinky in the jar dantily, and carefully put it in her mouth, and licked it off her finger.
“Named after a king? I’d think that was a good name, then.” She watched where his spit landed, and shifted her feet on the stool. Classy, real classy. “No, it’s not. My name’s Coinin,” As she said it, it came out sounding like ‘Coleen’. “But it’s spelled in old Irish, so…people mispronounce it a lot. Bunny’s easier.” She shrugged her shoulder, and once again—just as she started to relax around the boy, he completely ruined it. How did someone respond to that? Honestly was obviously the best thing, but she was playing a game. And she was almost certain not a lot of people said no to him.
“Actually, not my scene either.” Bunny paired the rejection with a small smile, trying to make it less hostile. She took in a breath to say something else, before going quiet again. What else could she say that didn’t sound completely, and totally horrible? Offering Darius an apologetic smile, she looked back out to the dance floor, with her hands in her lap, curled against each other tightly. With the way she held her shoulders, she seemed to almost be physically trying to block the onslaught of words that she thought he was going to throw at her, for turning him down.
She was one of those girls, the ones that wanted their first time to be special. Something to be remembered, with someone you cared about. Maybe not necessarily for marriage, but someone important. Not some random thugalug down at a club.
|
|
|
|
Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Sept 11, 2011 17:15:10 GMT -5
Darius hummed to himself, stirring his honey and taking another lick. How could this fucked-up world produce a substance that was so god damn fucking good? Besides blunts, obviously, but whatever, man. Honey was like if fucking sex and cannabis and shrooms and e and everything else in the whole world rolled into one giant jar of fucking good shit that Darius Harrisburg ate all day every day. Serious-fucking-ly. So good.
“It could be better.”
Darius didn’t actually know shit about Barrie, but he hoped this girl didn’t either so he didn’t look like a fucking retard, because he was totally not one. ”Oh, right,” he replied smoothly. ”Uh, totes what I was thinking.” He motioned for another booze, because he was totally not smashed enough right now. Not at fucking all. ”What’s your major, then, huh?” That was pretty fuckin’ clever of him, if he did say so himself. He was gonna get this confession out of her, fair and square.
“Named after a king? I’d think that was a good name, then.”
”Ain’t bad, ain’t bad at all.” He poured a few drops of honey into the new drink, swirling it around with his tongue before taking a swig.
“No, it’s not. My name’s Coinin,” As she said it, it came out sounding like ‘Coleen’. “But it’s spelled in old Irish, so…people mispronounce it a lot. Bunny’s easier.”
Colleen. Uh huh. ”That ain’t really a hard name to pronounce, honey buns.” He flicked a weird piece of dust shit off the table, grinning up at her. ”Hate to break it to ya. Maybe if it was something like…Idunno…Supercalifuckingshitdocious, then maybe you might need a nickname. That shit is hard as fuck to pronounce.” He nodded. ”And how the fuck else could you spell ‘Colleen’ anyways? Jesus tits.” Anyways, what the fuck did Bunny have to do with Colleen? Actually, it was probably really fucking obvious, and he probably just couldn’t think of it because he was shitfaced as hell right now.
“Actually, not my scene either.”
”Ain’t your scene?” Darius shrugged. ”So what the fuck is your scene then?” This was worrying him. Girls didn’t turn down the Dare Hare. That just didn’t happen.
|
|
