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Post by steph2 on Nov 13, 2011 0:30:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] click for outfit - click for the inside of the houseIt had felt like ages that she'd had a sleepover at her home. When was the last time? She was guessing sometime in high school since she'd been living in the house alone since she was sixteen; given to her by her mother since she won it in the first divorce all those years ago. Since then, Svetlana has made it her own and true to her style. The house itself wasn't grand and luxurious but it did scream class and wealth in it's own subtle ways, just the way she liked it. The outside was a creamy stone with white accents, a large outdoor chandelier above the double white and frosted glass doors. It had a white washed limestone circular driveway and looked cozy. It was the one thing Svetlana wouldn't give up for the life of her and it was why when she got deported, she made sure there was no way it could be put back on the market. Her crimson Chevy Camaro 2011 convertible, Candy, sat in all her glory in the driveway right across from the double doors and she reached over to flip the switch to turn off the sprinklers. The entire property was surrounded by tall hedges, just because she liked her privacy, but those hedges and the vivid grass needed watering after all and she was by far too lazy to do it herself. Glancing out the window of her living room, she sighed deeply before pulling away, heels clicking on the cold floors. The whole place had its own Russian-Doll feel to it from her teal and white bedroom to the lavender colored changing room (since she never really needed the spare bedroom anymore). The three of them, or just two debating on whether Reeses Pieces would show up or not, would crash in her room. She had a spare mattress in the basement that she could easily bring up, of course, with the help of the two of them. Her bed was big enough for two people. As was obvious, she liked to keep things compact and out of the way as much as possible. Heading over into the kitchen, she opened the fridge on the hunt for what would ultimately lead to many great things tonight. As usual, her fridge was stocked with more liquor than food ranging from Grey Goose to Margarita mixes and everything in between. She had other drinks that mixed well with alcohol such as cranberry juice, orange juice, sprite, and coke. As for food, they'd have to order something. She hadn't gone super market shopping and she didn't care much for cooking. Her mother never really taught her how anyway. However, she did have marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers in the pantry...and the fireplace was already going so it would be perfect. Hearing a car honk and then the doorbell follow, she closed the fridge and smirked, glad she wouldn't end up practicing ballet or surfing until her heart gave out for the rest of the night since she barely slept as it was. Clad in an outfit probably not well suited for a sleepover, she looked down at herself and shrugged. She didn't like looking bad-ever-so might as well look good right? Opening the doors as if to make it a grand entrance for them, she smiled big, "Charmander and Reeses Pieces, what a lovely surprise! I wasn't expecting you," she joked before laughing and easily jumping in to hug both of them. It had been a while since she hung out with both of them just like this with no one around. She was always too busy helping her mother plan the next take down of husband #8.
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Nov 13, 2011 8:59:58 GMT -5
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Closing the laptop ever so slowly, she glanced around the brand new penthouse that had been given to her as an early wedding present. Ophelia and Mr. Middleton had declared that if a couple were to be wed, they must share a penthouse, and had quickly found the nicest and most expensive one. Charlotte wouldn’t have minded the penthouse, had it just been her living in it. But no, she was forced to share it with Porter, who sat on the couch more often than not. At least she was roaming around Sapphire Bay; he was just sitting around, pretending she didn’t exist. And the fighting. Her eyes drifted closed at the thought. They fought way too much. The forced engagement did nothing to help them, and he was her enemy. Porter was everything she hated in a man; self-centered, cocky, obnoxious, demanding and the adjectives would list on and on. While she knew she wasn’t making it easy for him either, at least she wanted to spend as little time as possible at the penthouse. Charlotte knew that the only way to happiness was if she saw his face less and less.
For once he wasn’t around, and she left the penthouse without a second glance. If he wanted to find out where she was, well, he would just have to call her. He wasn’t her mother and there was no way she was leaving a note saying where she had gone. Charlotte was certain that if she died on the way to Sevvie’s house, he could care less. A smile briefly graced her face as she thought of Sevvie; one of the two best friends that she practically knew since childhood. Sevvie was pretty much just like her, only Russian and sluttier, in a good way of course. Reese would be there, the better out of the three, and also probably the ditsiest, but that was alright. The three of them created the three musketeers, only prettier and in girl form. She had never gotten in a fight with either girls, and she was always there for them. They were the sisters she had never had. Sevvie had gone through some trouble in the past, and Charlotte had always remained loyal to her best friend; that was just how she was. And now Sevvie was repaying the loyalty with helping her not lose against the Porter challenge. Porter was a frequent topic in her discussions now, considering all she did was complain about him. Charlotte was surprised none of her friends had complained about her complaining yet.
She parked the car in front of the little Chinese restaurant she went to and went inside. Earlier, she had placed an order of all her, Reese, and Sevvie’s favorite Chinese foods so that there would be something edible at Sevvie’s house. Sure, the girl had every alcoholic substance probably ever created, but she did not have food. Food was something Sevvie just went out and bought at a restaurant; unlike Charlotte, she didn’t know how to cook. Carrying two bags of food, Charlotte gently placed them in the back seat of her car and continued her journey to her best friend’s house. It would be just like old times. Sevvie had been living alone since she was sixteen, and the three of them had had their share of crazy nights and parties in that quant little house. This night would not be as wild, but it would certainly be exciting just the three girls, if Reese showed up of course.
Parking the car, Charlotte grabbed her purse and the food before making her way towards the door. She placed the food and purse on the ground for a moment, in order to ring the doorbell, and when the door was thrown open she giggled. Sevvie looked way too nice for a sleepover, but that was alright. She wouldn’t be Sevvie if she wasn’t. Arms were wrapped around her and she felt Reese next to her. Just like old times. ”Just thought I would drop by and say hello with seventeen pounds of Chinese food because I am sure you have no edible food in your house, Sevvie.” Charlotte said, releasing her friends and looking down at the bags of food. ”And I was just as sure Reese would bring the sweet treats and not the dinner food, aye Reese?” Charlotte glanced at her blond friend with a smile before picking up the bags and making her way into the kitchen.
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Post by Reese Dubois on Nov 15, 2011 17:21:20 GMT -5
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WATCHEDITBURNASITOUCHEDYOURFACE Reese casually laid on her neatly made bed(one of her few pet-peeves), cell to her ear. Her latest adventure, a man by the name of Harrison Flynn, was rambling about some sort of sport that Reese would never understand, or even care to learn about for that matter. However, she still ‘aha-ed’ and ‘mhm-ed’ in all the right places, string the lad along until she finally felt her head was going to split from boredom. Smiling charmingly, like the man was in the room, Reese swayed her long, toned legs. “Harry, I really am sorry but Jack is looking at me with those cute doggy eyes of his asking for a walk,” she lied easily, wondering if it had been too obvious that the dog wasn’t even in a fifteen mile radius. After a brief silence, he said a sweet goodbye, not leaving out calling her ‘Reese’s Cup’. Reese scowled and tossed the phone into her purse. She hated being called ‘Reese’s Cup’. It sounded dirty and, well, poor. ‘Reese’s Pieces’ and ‘Ree’ she could handle, neither too offensive. That just ended her relationship with poor Harry.
Shaking it off, Reese grinned blissfully to herself, now feeling peck-ish. Heading down the stairs, chandeliers and cathedral ceilings towered over her. The lavish apartment was exactly Reese, simple but elegant. Everywhere there was white, except for the occasional bouquet of flowers and a rug or two. The gold-framed lighting made things seem open and bright; the perfect ballroom. Though the place was bought with only a fraction of her ever-growing trust-fund, the loft was definitely one of the more upper-class homes.
In the kitchen, Reese grabbed a handful of M&M’s, the only food guaranteed to be in the house at all times. She glanced at the clock and nearly choked on her candy. She’d forgotten all about the time and now she was going to be late getting to Sevvie’s Sprinting around, Reese gathered her purse, the bag of desserts she’d bought for the night (her traditional offering) and her small overnight bag. The blonde girl then preceded to scramble into her car. The little blue Koenigsegg CCX revved as it was backed out and sped down the narrow roads.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t the only one running behind. Charlotte, her best friend pulled up right as Reese did, Reese flashing a brilliant smile to her. Heading up to the door, the smell of Chinese food overwhelmed her stomach, a growling noise coming from nowhere. Giggling as the door opened, Reese shook her head at her other best friend, Svetlana. Hugging both of them felt like home for a few brief moments, but then her stomach began to fuss again. ”I always bring the best of course! But enough about me. Why aren’t we eating yet?!” |
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Post by steph2 on Nov 15, 2011 20:20:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] click for outfit - click for the inside of the houseOf course since Svetlana spent the majority of her time drinking, partying, practicing ballet until it was perfect, or surfing, eating wasn’t something very top priority on her list. Plus, after the party she went to last night where she met that guy-eating hadn’t entered her mind up until now. Her mother’s first husband, the only one out of the current eight she never slept with in order to break up the marriage, used to always point out she never ate anything when they had dinner and that that was why she was such a twig. No, Sevvie wasn’t anorexic because when she did eat, boy did she eat. It was like magic because even she didn’t know where it all went to. It was just that she’d grown up accustomed to one small meal a day and since then. She only ever ate one meal a day. Even when Mama Bear told her now they’d be able to have as many as five meals, both women only ate one meal-usually dinner. This was her first meal of the day and she had no problem with it being Chinese food…Though the almost-five hundred dollars worth of heroin sitting in her dressing room in a drawer under the slightly raised platform where the mirrors were sounded a lot more appetizing. Still, she couldn’t tell them she liked the guy who’d dealt the entire bag to her. He had tattoos and wasn’t from the right side of the tracks as far as she knew. He was basically her if she’d never become wealthy and never moved to America. She couldn’t tell them he’d given her the feeling of freedom in a syringe, that it made her feel so numb and wonderful, and that she found him to be absolutely beautiful despite being nothing like any of the guys she’d ever dated. She loathed him, in every way she could imagine, for those exact reasons. “Then let’s eat,” she chuckled as she moved aside so they could come in fully and she closed the doors behind them, punching in the numbers to the alarm system just because, as always, she was paranoid. It came with being deported and illegally in the country. She’d eventually have to do what her mother did to obtain citizenship-marry a wealthy guy with lots of power to get her, in the least, a longer lasting green card. Heading over to the kitchen, she went into the fridge and pulled out her favorite bottle of Kaufman Luxury Vintage Vodka. It was still full, considering all the others were more than halfway done, which said a lot about it. Each bottle was originally two hundred and twenty five dollars but she had it imported which made it cost even more. It was Russian, of course, because, well, almost everything about Sevvie was all about the Russians. She had way too much pride in her country of origin despite protesting when having gotten deported back to it. It was a love-hate relationship. Grabbing the orange juice and a bottle of soda, she got three tall cups and started mixing it just the way each of them liked it, making sure her own was the strongest-since she obviously had the highest tolerance from how much she drank on a daily basis. A functioning alcoholic who still did ballet and surfed and socialized like always. Once done, she put it all away and sat down with them, grabbing the steamed chicken and broccoli with the white rice and picking up the plastic fork to dig in. She didn’t say anything, just concentrated on her food and alcoholic beverage. Her mind was swimming with the idea of how to lure in Porter so he’d leave her Charmander alone and call off the engagement, with when she’d get to shoot up tonight the way she was just recently taught, if she was going to go through with what her Mama Bear had planned on how to get her next divorce, and finally, the guy with the tattoos. Nolan. Ugh. Dick. Couldn’t he just disappear already? “So what are we going to do to get rid of Snorlax,” which was a nickname she had for Porter since, according to Charmander, he sat on the couch all day and sounded like a lazy bum. Since Charlotte was nicknamed after a pokemon, she nicknamed Porter after the very lazy one that was huge and fat and did exactly what he did: nothing. “Or at least how are we going to make him crack,” she took a tiny piece of broccoli, not touching her rice or chicken.
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Nov 19, 2011 15:24:50 GMT -5
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It had been forever since she had spent the night with her friends. The last couple of weeks had been dedicated to avoiding her mother and avoiding her fiancé. It seemed rude and petty, but Charlotte was tired of being put into a bad mood. She needed a break, and when Sevvie invited her over, she accepted in a heartbeat. It wasn’t like Porter was going to miss her; in fact, she was certain that Porter would spend the night sleeping with the maids. She flinched at the thought and thanked god that she had her own bedroom. She also thanked god for the fact that she had stopped by the Chinese place to pick up food. Like Charlotte had originally thought, Sevvie would have everything but alcohol and she was right. The counters were littered with different types of drinks and it made her smile to herself. At least, after all these years, Sevvie hadn’t changed. She was still the brunette who enjoyed partying and knew how to fuel Charlotte’s drinking need. Slowly emptying the bags of food, the smell of Chinese food drifted to her nose and she felt her stomach grumble. While Porter had ordered take-out the last three days, he hadn’t ordered Chinese food, therefore not ruining her craving for the food. Normally, she was good watching her weight, but sometimes she enjoyed pigging out. Her body wasn’t a natural gift from god; she had to work for it. Her gym membership was something that she cherished and she could never live without. Not only did she run a couple of miles a day, she had yoga two times a week and walked her dog around the neighborhood once or twice a day. Sevvie and Reese had gotten the perfect genes that allowed them to never exercise, but Charlotte was not as lucky. And working out allowed her to take her anger out in a way that would benefit her in the long run.
Pushing a couple of the containers towards her friends, Charlotte took a couple of dumplings and some of the rice and sushi before sitting down, she smiled at her friends. Sevvie was a little paranoid while Reese was the stereotypical blond that she couldn’t help but love. And she was the ice queen, the one who was never satisfied and the one who had the worst luck. That was the reality of the situation. Maybe one day everything would change, but right now, she was ok with how everything was. They were the Power Puff Girls, only taller and sexier. Her brown eyes watched Sevvie mix the drinks how each of them liked them; Sevvie with the strongest, she with the half and half, and Reese always varied. Taking the glass, she took a sip and smiled. Charlotte had known Reese since she was out of the womb, when their mothers had dropped them off at the same daycare. And Sevvie had come along when the two were in elementary school, a misfit before but quickly fit in with her quirky attitude and snarky remarks. The three of them had become best friends and she couldn’t have asked for anything better. Charlotte had no idea what she would have done without them after her last break up, any of them beforehand and she had no idea what she would have done without them with the engagement. ”Pass the soy sauce, Reese Pieces” she asked, smiling at the blond.
Smiling at Reese, she took a bite of sushi. ”How’s Harry Potter?” she asked, referring to the boy that Reese was currently ‘in love’ with. He was cute to say the least, just not Reese’s type. She knew Reese’s type, and the poor businessman would soon be tossed in the ex pile. After all, he called her Reese Cups. Anyone who knew Reese knew that she hated being called that. Charlotte turned her attention to Sevvie and gave a chuckle. ”I don’t know. He’s not that bad…” she added, her voice trailing off towards the end. And Porter wasn’t; he was like an onion, with layers upon layers that needed to be ripped off. ”We need to find you and Reese Pieces here a man soon.”
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