jadore jouer
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Basically, this is the first time I've been able to come on literotica in some time, and it may be my last for a little while, depending on how my computer holds up. Anyway, I figured I'd make an attempt to start off this RP.
The Baldmire Facility is a sort of boarding school/prison for young men and women who've pretty much messed up their lives: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, anorexia, robberies, murders, etc. There are the residents of the Facility, as well as the Warden, and varius security guards and faculty members.
Do what you want...it's unrealistic enough already.
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Character: Darrian Blane
Age: Eighteen and a half
Reason for being at Baldmire: Drug abuse and conviction in minor drug-related crimes.
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: light grey-blue
Skin: slightly tanned.
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Thank you. Thank you, mom and dad.
Arms and legs stretched outward, the brunette tilted her head lazily upward, not really wanting to pay much attention to the situation she found herself in. The chubby palms of the large, balding security guard patted down her ridiculously slender frame, feeling for any abnormality that could possibly be an AUTO G36 Rifle concealed in her jeans. Or her bra.
Thank you very, very much.
Once satisfied her breasts concealed no weapons or drugs of any kind, the guard finished his frisk and allowed her to walk past him and out the large oak door. With a roll of her large, hazel eyes, she trotted down the stone front stoop and onto the grounds of The Baldmire Facility. You know, with its rolling hills of green and its castle-like appearance, TBS almost didn’t look too bad.
Almost. Not really.
The girl walked swiftly across the grassy grounds, her thin arms swinging almost playfully at her sides. She swung her eyes around the place, surveying her surroundings. Grass, lake, and some more grass with a few small stone benches—she supposed this was what had been referred to as "the park." Some park. Turning her focus towards the aforementioned lake, she noticed the large and frightening-looking electric fence that enclosed the entire TBF campus. With a half-smirk-half-grin, she turned and shook her head condescendingly towards the large brick building. Honestly. With such fantastic technology, TBF could’ve surely employed brighter security guards. Or hornier ones.
Breaking out into a slow skip-jog, she made her way around the bend of the large lake and behind a couple of trees. Once out of sight from the Facility building, she ran her pale fingers through her dark hair, finding the minuscule stick of wood she’d hidden there. Sticking the match between her teeth, she unbuttoned her jeans and stuck a bony hand into her underwear. There, done up in some plastic and wedged into the spot where leg meets crotch, was her foil-wrapped freedom.
Her name was Darrian Blane, and she’d smuggled her smack into The Baldmire Facility.
The Baldmire Facility is a sort of boarding school/prison for young men and women who've pretty much messed up their lives: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, anorexia, robberies, murders, etc. There are the residents of the Facility, as well as the Warden, and varius security guards and faculty members.
Do what you want...it's unrealistic enough already.
_________________________________________________________
Character: Darrian Blane
Age: Eighteen and a half
Reason for being at Baldmire: Drug abuse and conviction in minor drug-related crimes.
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: light grey-blue
Skin: slightly tanned.
____________________
Thank you. Thank you, mom and dad.
Arms and legs stretched outward, the brunette tilted her head lazily upward, not really wanting to pay much attention to the situation she found herself in. The chubby palms of the large, balding security guard patted down her ridiculously slender frame, feeling for any abnormality that could possibly be an AUTO G36 Rifle concealed in her jeans. Or her bra.
Thank you very, very much.
Once satisfied her breasts concealed no weapons or drugs of any kind, the guard finished his frisk and allowed her to walk past him and out the large oak door. With a roll of her large, hazel eyes, she trotted down the stone front stoop and onto the grounds of The Baldmire Facility. You know, with its rolling hills of green and its castle-like appearance, TBS almost didn’t look too bad.
Almost. Not really.
The girl walked swiftly across the grassy grounds, her thin arms swinging almost playfully at her sides. She swung her eyes around the place, surveying her surroundings. Grass, lake, and some more grass with a few small stone benches—she supposed this was what had been referred to as "the park." Some park. Turning her focus towards the aforementioned lake, she noticed the large and frightening-looking electric fence that enclosed the entire TBF campus. With a half-smirk-half-grin, she turned and shook her head condescendingly towards the large brick building. Honestly. With such fantastic technology, TBF could’ve surely employed brighter security guards. Or hornier ones.
Breaking out into a slow skip-jog, she made her way around the bend of the large lake and behind a couple of trees. Once out of sight from the Facility building, she ran her pale fingers through her dark hair, finding the minuscule stick of wood she’d hidden there. Sticking the match between her teeth, she unbuttoned her jeans and stuck a bony hand into her underwear. There, done up in some plastic and wedged into the spot where leg meets crotch, was her foil-wrapped freedom.
Her name was Darrian Blane, and she’d smuggled her smack into The Baldmire Facility.
