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Post by Admin on Jun 11, 2012 18:30:43 GMT -5
[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Vivian Wallace
Vivian slowly got up from the bench. Yes she was poor, she had no place to stay so she was left with begging for food. She was wearing a white shirt that had ripped sleeves and a brown skirt that went down to her knees. She didn't ware any shoes under her feet because they had worn out along time ago. Her white hair hung over her shoulders, laying across there. She had done some shameful things for food and clothing. Things that she didn't like thinking about. She was under age so when she would come into the night club she would drink water but when she left she wouldn't be alone. She worked for her clothing and food, but she wasn't happy. She never had things done to her, she just got paid to do things to them. She tried to forgot about it, she had been drunk before but that was because the man had the drinks at his place.
It was time to go again, if she wanted food and more clothing she would have to return back to the night club for another customer. Slowly she walked across the town towards the night club. Her mouth stayed closed because she felt like crying. If it wasn't for her being shy she might have been able to earn money faster by having a real job, but no she was stuck here. The first time she had ever got paid was when she had first entered the night club for some water. A man had been sitting at the counter and had asked her questions. That very night he had her do things to him and paid her for it. After that she had come back to the night club to find him and found some new customers and that is how she has been living these last two years by herself. She pushed the door open and slowly made her way into the night club.
It wasn't full but there was bound to be somebody that wanted her and was willing to pay some money for it. She looked around the room and slowly made her way to the counter. "Welcome back Vivian." The bartender smiled at her, "Water?" The bartender asked and went to the back to grab a bottle for her. "Thanks." Vivian answered back to the bartender and took the water and started drinking from it. Maybe I should just work at the night club. She had turned that down because she wasn't sure if she could handle all of the attention of being a bartender. The job was still open because the bartender felt sorry for her and wanted her to have a better life then she was having. She turned around to see who was in the night club and who wasn't. She listened to the music, it kind of made her depressed.
"I'll see you later." She waved at the bartender and slowly made her way over a couple of guys over at the corner of the bar. She was a bit nervous, one of them asked her to sit down and she did.
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Tagged: Niall Shine
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Post by Jez on Jun 11, 2012 19:16:54 GMT -5
Imma do that in a min
when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] It was early evening when Nial made his way into the kingdom of Mordrivale. It hadn’t been a long job that had been along the border of the kingdom so he thought since he completed faster than expected he would spend a little time hanging around, perhaps buying a new choker or two maybe even something else. He didn’t really need anything else though, his shirt were all in good condition as were his pants, just as well as his clothes designed for his job specifically. He had looked around the town he was currently in bored out of his mind, passing a few poor placing a spare coin in one’s hand whenever he felt like he had the time or simply nothing else to do. That had been hours’ ago, now sun set was approaching and he found a small night club, well at least small to some of the ones he had been in. Now Nial was younger than the drinking age but with some false documents and him able to look and act older than eighteen years of age he managed to grab a drink more than once before he turned his current age of eighteen. Though only once becoming seriously drunk, now he no longer needed such documents as he had turned the right full age of eighteen. At this time and moment he didn’t feel like drowning himself in alcohol like some of the idiots plastered to the bar side. So he took a seat at a back table, men and women slowly coming over and chatting. Some women even giving a small dance to the men around him but he never excepted, he wasn’t in the mood as well as some of these girls looked about as old as his sister and that just made him want to run to the men’s room giving up his lunch. So he kept them away for the time being and only talked to the boys sitting with him at his small table. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white shirt, hoping to cool off with all the body heat around him, he wasn’t wearing his normal black vest over top just a white button down shirt with black pants. His shoes were light leather boots, perfect for making minimum noise as well as comfortable. As always he wore a black choker around his neck and the jewels hanging under his eyes. His different colored eyes roamed the club looking for something with more interest than these people who were getting drunker by the second. A girl made their way, she was very lovely and looked like she didn’t yet somehow did belong in this bar. Like she had been here many times before. One of the drunkards next to him whistled and called her over to sit down. As she did he placed an arm around her pulling her tight against him. Nial kept a calm expression yet felt sick. He looked her up and down, blue hair falling over his eyes once pushing it back he smiled at her. Another man leaning over the table laughed, voiced slurred making rude comments to her before tugging at the bottom of her shirt. Nial rolled his eyes at the man before wrapping his own arm around her and pulling her away from the drunkard. He bent closer whispering in her ear, “ "You don’t seem like the type of girl to be in here. Why don’t you get your pretty young self and get the hell out of here before theses idiots do something you regret.” She wasn’t in the skimpy clothing that most girls in this place were wearing which is why he made the comment, and he really didn’t like the fact girls were in this place doing the things they were doing to make some money. 642 WORDSVivian Wallace TAGGED:P I dun wanna do it OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITso yeah… NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by Admin on Jun 11, 2012 19:38:21 GMT -5
| [th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Vivian Wallace
Vivian looked at the group of men. One of them had already reached out to put his arm around her. She didn't move and allowed him to place his arm around her way pulling her close. She put on a fake smile as the other man leaned over and grabbed onto her shirt. Oh how she wished to just leave but she couldn't, it wasn't about ready to happen, not if she wanted to live. She listened to the comments the guy made to her, it hurt but there was nothing she could do about it. Someday I'm going to be better off and not need these jerks for money anymore. Another person had grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
His lips were close enough that only she could hear him. She didn't look at him, she heard him but didn't move from her spot. "I can't." Perfect timing, as the comment came out of her mouth she was pulled away from the first drunk man. It didn't take long for his buddy to jump up and follow him. "I get first craps." One of them said, "No I do." The other stated. Are they really going to do this right now? All I want is new clothes and some food. If it wasn't for money I wouldn't be doing this right now. She looked over at the other man, with the blue hair. Told you. She looked back at the two men. "Guys guys.... no need to fight." They were both drunk, that was the one flaw about being around them. She could never tell what they were about ready to do. The one man smiled at her and started dragging her towards the exit, the other grabbed her and went back towards the table.
Can this not get any worse? Maybe sitting down at this table was a bad idea. To late. She felt one arm being pulled to the left and her other arm being pulled to the right. She stayed quiet, not sure what else to say. She was stuck being pulled both ways. One of the men let go and walked up to his buddy and punched him in the face, forcing him to let go of Vivian. She landed on the floor, looking up at the both of them. Bar fight? She started to crawl backwards and the two went at it. She knew once this was done, she was going to be next. Slowly she stood up onto her feet and watched the two males, not paying any attention to the third.
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Tagged: Niall Shine
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Post by Jez on Jun 11, 2012 20:03:03 GMT -5
Imma do that in a min
when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
He looked over at her pulling back slightly, amusement playing in his eyes. Can’t? He questioned. “There is always a choice,” He said as was pulled away from him. Only he wasn’t sure if she heard it or not. He lost interest for a moment looking this way and that. Trying to find an escape from the madness slowly developing inside the club but he couldn’t for long. His attention was pulled back to the girl and the men around him as the argument started. It was so pointless, the fight over her. Money was a powerful thing and he was sure they only had to wait their turn. He looked away eyes burning, how could he thing that? It was so wrong. He gave a small almost sad half smile to her, yes she couldn’t leave. At least not without being on the arm of a man.
Once they started dragging her Nial had had enough. He was sick of watching her allow herself to be dragged around like a drag doll and talked down too, just for the bucks in their pockets. He got up slowly walking around the table, slowly and quietly just like his job. He smiled as he noticed the light becoming darker, it would seem to go with the times of days. When he was at his best. There. The first punch was thrown and it was the perfect time. His steps sped up as the men around him started into a bar fight. He walked over to the crawling girl crouching down. “Want to get your pretty young self the hell out of here now?” He asked but it really wasn’t an option. He took her by the arm, much gentler than the men earlier and started pulling her out the exit.
He heard a few shouts at his back but they were muffled by the closing door. He loosened his grip looking down at the girl. “Come on.” He said dragging her away. He took to an alley way far enough away from the club but still close enough if she wanted to go back. Ni pulled her around front of him and looked her in the eye. “I can give you money, I don’t want to see you go back there. But that’s not my decision. So if you wish to go back then go back, just please wait a few moments before to let things settled down.” He didn’t say it but it was evident in his eyes that he didn’t want her to get hurt. 426 WORDSVivian Wallace TAGGED:P I dun wanna do it OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITsame number for the words just a different order. How bout that? NOTES
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Post by Admin on Jun 13, 2012 18:43:58 GMT -5
| [th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Vivian Wallace
Vivian wished that she could just get away. She didn't mean it like that she meant that she had to get money somehow and right now this was the only way. She looked up at the male that stood in front of her. Why does he care? I'm just a poor girl in need of food and clothes. It's not like I waste the money I earn. She followed him out of the night club, not sure of what would happen next. She never had somebody come and pulled her out of the night club before, maybe this one wanted her all to himself? She wasn't all that sure but it didn't matter as long as she got the chance to buy new clothes and some food.
She continued following him even though his grip on her arm was loosened. She stopped as they walked into an alley. It wasn't that far away from the night club, but far enough that even if the two men had tried to follow they wouldn't have been able to find her. She looked at the man in front of her, looking into his eyes. His words, they seemed caring, he wasn't like the rest of the men in there. He was even willing to pay money if it meant her staying away from the night club. She looked down at the ground. He was being so nice to her and she she was dirty poor. "Thank you." She looked up at him. She had never been given money before, it felt weird. As wrong as it was for her to earn her money the way she had been, she was still earning it and it was never given to her. Having money given to her for free... It just felt weird.
"I don't want to go back." She spoke looking to her side. "It's the only way I can earn money... to live." She looked back at him, she really wished she had some other job, but this is what she had and if she wanted to live she'd have to continue. "Your being so kind to me." She gave him a small smile, "I... I... can't take your money." She had never taken money without earning it before. "I.. I.. earn money, always..." She looked away, maybe she was being stubborn but she wasn't used to having things handed to her.
Word Count: 399
Tagged: Niall Shine
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