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OOC: Closed!
My character:
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Name: Mandy Smith
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Cup size: 38 G
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(IC:)
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My character:
http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq331/woefoe/0a668188-fb1a-4e51-8169-e4d73708d289_zps5e6acdc6.jpg
Name: Mandy Smith
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Cup size: 38 G
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(IC:)
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That's where the party was at. Yeah, I know, the neighborhood has obviously gone to hell and back. Oh right - you probably don't know what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself, my name is Mandy Smith. I'm twenty-two years old and I was about to enter some sketchy part of Chicago because of my idiot little brother. Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh but I'm sure that once you get to hear my little story, that you'll understand where I'm coming from.
I was in my senior year of college, majoring in psychology and early childhood education at the City College of Illinois, Chicago. I wasn't your straight-A student, but I did pretty well for myself. I had an internship coming during my next session, coming in January and I was sure that I was going to get accepted into the Master's program at the University of Chicago. I was slowly climbing up to the ranks of a successful life and career. The same couldn't be said of Martin, the brother of mine that I keep mentioning.
He was in his senior year of high school and while he started his teenage years gracefully, he wasn't doing so great anymore. Yeah, like many people of his youth, he succumbed to peer pressure and found himself in trouble under numerous of occasions. First, it was shoplifting, then it was fights and most recently, evidence that he was planning on joining some stupid gang. Both my mom and dad were distant and away whenever he needed help, so it was up to me to call the school and try to solve things before they got out of hand.
Apparently I wasn't too good at that.
About two weeks ago, he came by to ask me for some help. As the good sister that I was, I was more than happy to help out...well, at first. As things turned out, he was in a real pickle - he did, in fact, join some gang in the less desirable parts of Chicago and he was running behind on some payments. He needed money and he needed it bad. I agreed to helping him out, if and only if I could head over to their 'hideout' and tried to talk some common sense into whoever was in charge over their membership there. My brother begged me not to go, that it wasn't safe and I was in way over my head. I wasn't having any of day - I already failed once before and if I had done things right when these problems arose, we wouldn't have been in this mess. I was sure that the entire team of theirs was filled with teenagers, so I wasn't worried.
So, imagine my reaction when that twerp of a brother of mine decided to head out early, without me, to their headquarters. I was furious, as you could imagine, and drove after him as soon as I could. And so, here I was.
I simply followed both the noise and the distinct aroma of marijuana smoke before I came to what appeared to be their base of operations and I left my car by the driveway. Once I made my way to the entrance, two bouncers halted my entrance and stared at me.
Okay, so one thing that I should have pointed out earlier is that my body had this effect of guys. Yeah, I had curves in all the right places and I knew the effect it had on men. Part of me enjoyed it too, though I never let those stares go any further than just that. Still, I smacked my head (mentally of course) for having worn my usual attire, namely, a tight vest (which couldn't have been buttoned up completely, thanks to my jiggling 38 G cup breasts) over a flimsy top and a tight pair of faded jeans, complete with three inch heels.
They stared, dumbfounded almost before I let them know:
"Hey, eyes up here." I said " Could you move out of the way? I'm late."
They didn't know who I was but let me in anyway. I guess they figured that with my hot tempered attitude, that I was expected to show up for whatever reason. Good thing that they didn't ask any questions, or I would have been in trouble.
Now, where the hell was Martin?
