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Post by jessenamercer on Jan 22, 2012 2:30:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi ยป FIRE IT UP. On her very few days off, Jess normally spent her time sitting in her compact apartment watching various reality tv shows. However, tonight was different. She'd decided that loafing was not going to be her style, so instead she dressed herself up and headed out to the one place no one would recognize her like this. Any bar. Jessena Mercer was known to be one to wear tight clothing, hair down, and no makeup, but not ever own a dress and to know how to put her into and actual style. But she would still be the same sarcastic, dancing, independent woman she was.
Downtown the street lights were on and Jess was entertaining herself by walking like the women uptown. Her hips were swaying and her heels clicked on the ground. For once, a smile was on her face, simply because she found it funny to immitate the idiocracy that was the upper class. She continuously scanned the people that passed out of habit, clutching her purse tight. Though she knew no one would mess with her, it was still harder to defend ones self in heels. But the difficulties of being a woman were just that, difficult.
The bar tonight was packed and Jess had to squirm her way to the drinks, hoping no one would realize she'd actually come out. Sitting down, she sipped the bloody mary in her hand, listening to all the conversations around her. A few people over someone was talking about how the Jets were going to win it all, while another person was begging the other to buy them a drink. A smile played on her lips as she blinked a few times, clearing her head and coming back to the surface. She had dressed herself up but it was difficult to actually have a good time. Maybe she needed more friends, or people to simply pull her onto a dance floor. But she'd probably stick to staying near the drinks and watching other people make fools of themselves. words- 596, outfit- HERE, sorry its so short and aweful : | |
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Post by jett on Jan 27, 2012 15:41:23 GMT -5
 WEARING THIS. TAG JESSENA. Jett was bored beyond his usual healthy limit. Typically, when he got bored, he got violent and became even more of a pyromaniac than usual, but tonight he found himself sitting alone in the massive estate Connor had purchased upon moving to California. Lennox wasn't even home which showed just how lame he was for being here. Out of them all, he considered Lennox to have the least exciting life he could imagine. So if Lennox was out doing something, and he wasn't? Well, Jett had sunk to his lowest, at that point.
Leaving the empty living room after flicking off the television, he tapped on the fish tank as he exited the room, causing the fish to dart around in their watery world, and grabbed his flannel jacket off the rack on his way out the door. He slid the jacket on over his muscular arms to guard against the chill in the air (it had been much cooler in Ireland, but he'd become a sissy when it came to weather ever since he'd gotten acclimated to California's mild climate). Passing the first three doors on the massive garage Connor used to store his vehicles and the other vehicles the group used for various jobs, Jett reached the far end of the garage and opened the human-sized door to admit himself. Once inside, he flicked on the switch that sent the door of this particular garage open, and he straddled his motorcycle and revved it to life.
Before long, he was rumbling his way into downtown Sapphire Bay, and he parked behind the bar and headed inside. It was busy, typical but welcome, and he walked to the bar itself. As he slid onto one of the stools, he instantly noticed the lone brunette sipping her drink. A casual smile curved onto his lips and he waved at the bartender to get him a drink. "Drinking alone, miss?" he asked, not bothering to disguise his Irish accent. He didn't care who knew where he was from. There had been rumors about the Irish mafia floating around town, but Jett wasn't worried. If nothing else, he could blow the engines on all of the cop cars long before they could hope to chase him and his 'family' down, so he had nothing to worry about. "If you've been drinking too much, I can drive you home," he commented with a crooked smile and a wink. SORRY MINE'S SHORT AND UGLY. WROTE IT ON THE WORK COMPUTER, SO I DIDN'T HAVE PHOTOSHOP. XD |
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