Trist
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Note: I would like as little OOC speaking in this thread as possible; please just take on a character if you would like to join in.
Characters:
Andrew (aka Wry) - Pale, slender, morbid individual; long blond hair (little past waist) and cobolt eyes. Stands about 5'6". Not a very outgoing person; speaks with abnormally great articulation and importance. Very intelligent. Dating Laura. Virgin. 18 years old.
Stephanie - Very loud, outgoing person. 6' even, blond hair reaching to her mid-back, and blue eyes. Motto: "Live life to the fullest". Single; has a sexual past with Crash. 18 years old.
Jake - "Mr. Perfect", captain of his HS football team, top of his class. 6'2", strong build, tan, crystal eyes, and copper colored hair. A deep thinker, a person of pure charisma. 22 years old.
Trist (aka Crash) - Decript in story; my character. 18 years old.
Courtney - 5'3", shoulder length brown hair and deep hazel eyes. Addicted to sex; not very emotional due to past experiences. 19 years old.
Scott - 6'1", short blond hair, green eyes. One of the sweetest guys you could ever meet; doesn't try to put on a false front to impress anyone. Very down to earth. 20 years old.
Matt - A person who craves attention; uses humor in attempts to get. 6' even, brown hair, brown eyes. 19 years old.
Laura - Very self-involved snob; does her best to look gorgeous and attract all the men she can. Currently dating Andrew, although he refuses to sleep with her because it "doesn't feel right" when she comes-on to him. She cheats on him, of course, but he stays with her anyway.
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Crash looked at her card key, then at the door.
"This is where we're staying?" she thought. "A bit more expensive then I had guessed..."
She studied the large house; it was of the newest design in architecture. She could already guess that it was filled with only the best of technological gadgets... She couldn't wait.
Crash slid the card through the lock. The green light blinked on and granted her passage.
Crash walked into the house, looking over the entering area. The place was huge -- and the interior design was simply amazing. She had never seen a house decorated so well, or was so clean.
She shut the door behind her and ventured in farther.
"I wonder if anyone's here yet..."
Crash wandered into a bedroom to her liking and decided to claim it as her own for the week. She flung her backpack on the bed and then headed to the bathroom to make sure she looked alright.
She hadn't seen any of her friends in two years; she couldn't wait to see how everyone had changed. She sure knew she had.
Crash was still 5'6", just as she was when she was sixteen. But now her body was well developed, curving nicely with measurements of 38C-30-38. Her hair reached to her waist and was jet black. She still hosted a pale complexion mixed with blue eyes and thick crimson lips.
She wore a black tank-top, tight fitting to her curves with thin speghetti straps. It reached just above her muscular stomach and showed a bit of cleavage. Her baggy jeans hung loosely on her hips; the tip of her tattoo could be seen over the rim of her pants.
"Good enough..." she thought.
Crash made her way back into the main area of the house, hoping that someone would have arrived by now.
Characters:
Andrew (aka Wry) - Pale, slender, morbid individual; long blond hair (little past waist) and cobolt eyes. Stands about 5'6". Not a very outgoing person; speaks with abnormally great articulation and importance. Very intelligent. Dating Laura. Virgin. 18 years old.
Stephanie - Very loud, outgoing person. 6' even, blond hair reaching to her mid-back, and blue eyes. Motto: "Live life to the fullest". Single; has a sexual past with Crash. 18 years old.
Jake - "Mr. Perfect", captain of his HS football team, top of his class. 6'2", strong build, tan, crystal eyes, and copper colored hair. A deep thinker, a person of pure charisma. 22 years old.
Trist (aka Crash) - Decript in story; my character. 18 years old.
Courtney - 5'3", shoulder length brown hair and deep hazel eyes. Addicted to sex; not very emotional due to past experiences. 19 years old.
Scott - 6'1", short blond hair, green eyes. One of the sweetest guys you could ever meet; doesn't try to put on a false front to impress anyone. Very down to earth. 20 years old.
Matt - A person who craves attention; uses humor in attempts to get. 6' even, brown hair, brown eyes. 19 years old.
Laura - Very self-involved snob; does her best to look gorgeous and attract all the men she can. Currently dating Andrew, although he refuses to sleep with her because it "doesn't feel right" when she comes-on to him. She cheats on him, of course, but he stays with her anyway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Crash looked at her card key, then at the door.
"This is where we're staying?" she thought. "A bit more expensive then I had guessed..."
She studied the large house; it was of the newest design in architecture. She could already guess that it was filled with only the best of technological gadgets... She couldn't wait.
Crash slid the card through the lock. The green light blinked on and granted her passage.
Crash walked into the house, looking over the entering area. The place was huge -- and the interior design was simply amazing. She had never seen a house decorated so well, or was so clean.
She shut the door behind her and ventured in farther.
"I wonder if anyone's here yet..."
Crash wandered into a bedroom to her liking and decided to claim it as her own for the week. She flung her backpack on the bed and then headed to the bathroom to make sure she looked alright.
She hadn't seen any of her friends in two years; she couldn't wait to see how everyone had changed. She sure knew she had.
Crash was still 5'6", just as she was when she was sixteen. But now her body was well developed, curving nicely with measurements of 38C-30-38. Her hair reached to her waist and was jet black. She still hosted a pale complexion mixed with blue eyes and thick crimson lips.
She wore a black tank-top, tight fitting to her curves with thin speghetti straps. It reached just above her muscular stomach and showed a bit of cleavage. Her baggy jeans hung loosely on her hips; the tip of her tattoo could be seen over the rim of her pants.
"Good enough..." she thought.
Crash made her way back into the main area of the house, hoping that someone would have arrived by now.