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Post by Brookelle Moore on Aug 11, 2009 16:57:05 GMT -8
B [/color] rooke A[/color] ndrea M[/color] oore'cause the girl in my mirror[/color] I S C R Y I N G T O N I G H T[/color]  A N D T H E R E I S N O T H I N G I C A N T E L L H E R[/color] to make her feel alright[/color] Brookelle was bored of her home life and she wanted to get out of her abusive home and go do something fun for once. Her father physically abused her since her mother died when she was twelve years old. After her mother passed, her father began to get mad easily and he would take his anger out on her by hitting her. She would have to make up lies and what not to her friends and teachers and she hated lieing. She knew some were suspicious but she still had to lie. So she went to her closet and she grabbed her pair of blue skinnys and a bright red-Orange shirt and some of her Nike's that match each color of her outfit. Brooke was only 17 years old and a junior in high school so some would say she shouldn't be going to a bar.
Yep that's where she is going, out to the Wild Ox bar and she liked to party and well when you party drinking is part of it and she liked to drink, though she didn't do it often. Brookelle only drank when she was seriously tired of crap at school and at home. So Brooke walked over to her bathroom counter, grabbed her key chain which held her fake I.D on it. She was 17 but her I.D read 22. Some say she could pass, but other bouncers had to ask her information as they looked at her I.D. Do they think that she doesn't know the info on her card? Well she memorized it all and she always passed the test.
Brooke walked out, well more climbed out of her window. She was sneaking out again and once she was flatly on the ground, she ran through the night to her car and when she unlocked the door, she put it in neutral and she pushed it out onto the street as she had done many times before. When she was down the road where she knew her dad wouldn't hear the car, she got in and turned it on. Brooke was soon driving her way into town and she was heading to the bar.
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When she finally arrived about 25 minutes later, she parked and made her way to the door. There was no bouncer there, so she made her way inside and went right up to the bar. She showed her I.D. and Thomas, who had provided her with drinks before, brought her a Bloody Mary with two shots of hard liquor. She knew that was a good drink to kick off the night. Tonight she had a few new bruises on her body and she wanted to waste away those bruises and wake up the next morning sober. So she wanted to get wasted tonight and have no care in the world.
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About 15 minutes later, she had downed about two more regular Mary's and she was now feeling a buzz. She was a hard weight, meaning she had a high tolerance for alcohol. So she could drink about 6 before she slurs her first word. She was bored of the bar and went to stand and go to one of the pool tables. She seen a guy about 19 or so shooting by himself and she went over introduced herself and she played about three matches with him, winning only one though. She heard the door open and close as another person came into the bar.
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TAG ! Dmitri
OUTFIT ! Here, minus the swim suit
WORDS! 841 +
LYRICS ! Girl In the Mirror - Britney Spears
NOTES ! Lalala
CREDITS ! PaulaHalliwell from caution 2.0
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Post by Dmitri on Aug 12, 2009 19:33:07 GMT -8
{x} . D M I T R I . {x} Like they say, when in Russia-
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__. Dmitri watched people come and go. The place wasn't crowded, at all. Barely ten people in the place. Dmitri watched a girl no less than 17 or 18 pack down three bloody mary's. He just walked over to Thomas and smiled, "Nosferatu please."
"Yes sir. I wonder why they call it that. Doesn't it mean the-"
"Undead?" Dmitri filled in.
"Yes, but why would someone call such an expensive drink that?" the guy said. "It doesn't even taste good. I'd say you're the only one that's bought this stuff in twenty years," the guy said.
Dmitri's black eyes just watched the guy poor the drink. He slapped down a hundred on the table and said, "The whole bottle Thomas."
"Rough night with the missus?" he guessed.
Dmitri just smiled, his hooded gaze surely deadly.
"I'll have to ask Carl why he has the stuff," Thomas said, still rambling.
"I knew a guy named Karl once... and his last name was Marx," Dmitri said. Then he let out a chuckle, but this chuckle sounded deadly, more deadly than the hiss of a rattler's tail.
Thomas laughed nervously before handing over the bottle and slipping the hundred in the register. Dmitri swallowed the red thick maroon colored wine in the glass before turning to watch the pool.
Dmitri smiled at the girl. She had a nice ass. What the hell was wrong with him? she was a human and 17 for that matter! Dmitri already felt the affects of a hard on coming on. Dmitri found a path into her mind and managed to slip in as unnoticed as possible.
He whispered little words into her mind. He knew he shouldn't get mixed up with a human, boy did his near 1000 years of existence teach him anything? But he couldn't help it. He drank in her scent, it moved threw his body like water threw fingers. Striking him right at his core and not even helping with the growing tension down south.
He sat with languid ease, his body in the graceful position of a snoozing panther in a hot tropic day upon a tree, limbs limp with fatigue and yet deadly muscles rippled so close to the skin. A wicked smirk curled upon his face like a flower blooming to the touch of the sun's rays. A growing sort of humor as he studied the body of the girl called Brookelle. And with growing admiration of her beautiful curves and plump breasts he could imagine his hands-
Get a hold of you're self Dmitri! Jesus christ! What the hell is wrong with you?! Any more of this and you'll pull her on top of that green velvet pool table and- Boy do you need a woman, and fast. That brought laughter to his mind. And it rang threw into Brook's. 'come to me, dushka, don't be afraid. I'm very gently for my kind.' his luring voice rag threw her mind. She didn't have much of a choice. If he hadn't the gift of hypnosis she'd probably scream and say she was crazy, as most humans would. But he clouded her mind with thoughts of his own that she wouldn't have time to think of what she was doing.
He had her between his legs pulled close to his hard on in the middle of the club before she knew it. Dmitri sat still in his bar-stool in the same elegant position. Phantom hands touching her with a gentle but manly grip. His phantom hands touching her everywhere, and he meant everywhere. He held her wrapped around his finger for the most part. The bar had suddenly become too crowded. Dmitri smiled at her with his wicked smirk. His voice rang again but his lips never moved. 'It's all right. Don't worry.' He knew, where she liked it or not, she'd do anything he asked, just as he knew he'd do anything she asked, well... just about. Making him a stubborn male vampire gave him a few more strengths than the average.
He had her in a cab and on their way to his apartment. The cabbie mindlessly playing some Spanish song and humming along too it while he drove. Dmitri hadn't even physically touched her yet. She'd touched him first, of course he'd pretty much made her do it, but she probably didn't know that, suspected it maybe. He held her on his lap, still as seemingly placid as before.
It seemed like no time till her had her in his house alone. Finally. The thoughts of that nineteen year old were getting him pissed off, which was odd cause he usually didn't give a damn what men like him thought.
Dmitri had her laying on his bed in no time. "Strip off your clothes for me," he said as he sat down in the chair to watch her. He knew she'd be hard to handle at first, but it wasn't anything he was sure he couldn't handle.
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Post by Brookelle Moore on Aug 16, 2009 17:19:55 GMT -8
B [/color] rooke A[/color] ndrea M[/color] oore'cause the girl in my mirror[/color] I S C R Y I N G T O N I G H T[/color] A N D T H E R E I S N O T H I N G I C A N T E L L H E R[/color] to make her feel alright[/color] Brookelle was still shooting her pool game with the 19 year old boy who introduced himself as Cade. Brooke introduced herself as Brooke as she would prefer people to call her. That is unless the person was her good friend, then they were able to call her Brookelle. When it was Cades' turn to shoot, she stood aside and she watched him shoot, he knocked the first ball in and then Brooke looked over to the bar. She seen a guy around the area where she had recently been and he was looking at her. As she gazed at him she found herself giving him a smile and she watched as he smiled back. Brooke seemed to have a dazed feeling going on inside her body and mind and she was just blaming the booze.
"Brooke..."
"Brooooke."
"Hey, it's your turn."[/i[
-poke-
Brooke turned her attention from the guy at the bar to the guy at the pool table. She had heard and felt as Cade was talking to her and he poked her side with the pool stick. She was paying mind to the mysterious guy across the bar that Cades' words had faded in and out of her mind as she would hear him but his voice would drown out as she gazed at the guy.
"Ohh uh sorry."
"I guess it's just the alcohol." Brooke noted as she bent over to angle her stick to the ball that would eventually go into a pocket. Cade had knocked in three of his balls on his last turn and Brookelle this time only knocked in one. She knew she would lose this round as well. Oh well, it's just a game. She thought to herself as she couldn't help but look out of the corner of her eyes to the guy a few feet away from her. What was it about him that interested her so? She thought that as she shot her ball into the pocket and then aimed at another that missed her target. As the game stretched on, she began to hear little whispers it seems in her mind. She thought it was her buzz so she paid no attention. But once the game ended, she felt like she needed another drink. So she said bye to Cade with a sweet hug bye and she began walking over to the bar stool she had been on earlier.
She ordered her self a sex on the beach and she started drinking at it when she heard a pull in her mind and she looked over to where it seemed to be coming from and it was the mysterious guy. She then got a little dazed feeling again and she was walking toward him. In her mind, a voice said for her to go to someone and her body was unconsciously moving to the man. As she got to the guy, he had pulled her into him to where she was standing in between his legs. She took another drink and she sat it on the bar next to her. That drink was strong and she knew that one would get her tipsy because she had the guy put in a lot of strong liquor. Her body felt his hard and she was pressed into it. It seemed like her body was controlling itself rather than her mind doing the controlling.
But eventually, she was in a cab with him. She had no idea where she was going and she was feeling the drunkenness, on top of her mind being hazed out. The alcohol didn't help in that either. When they were at his place she figured, she was on top of his bed laying down and she was fer sure drunk now. Now that everything had set in. But then a voice out loud this time and he was telling her to take her clothes off. And something in her mind told her no and it rang out through her lips to him. "I don't sthink so, you're not that lukeyy." Her words slurred.
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TAG ! Dmitri
OUTFIT ! In first post
WORDS! 930
LYRICS ! Girl In the Mirror - Britney Spears
NOTES ! O man 'take advantage' time lol.
CREDITS ! PaulaHalliwell from caution 2.0
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Post by Dmitri on Aug 16, 2009 17:37:28 GMT -8
{x} . D M I T R I . {x} Like they say, when in Russia-
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__. Dmitri just smiled, "Don't push me, lyubushka. Do I need to punish you?" His Phantom hands caressed her body, chaffing her nipples and touching a finger to her pussy. But Dmitri never physically seemed to touch her. A lazy smirk still displayed on his face. It was plain to see, he wanted obedience.
"Now take off you're clothes, nenaglyadnaya," Dmitri said. His phantom hands disappearing off her body. His smirk was quiet, but it was apparent he could have a bad temper when he wanted too, and it wouldn't be like a little kids cry on the floor, it would be revenge and savage like.
(Sorry my typing muse has been crappy today I have no idea why. )
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Post by Brookelle Moore on Sept 5, 2009 13:39:32 GMT -8
B [/color] rooke A[/color] ndrea M[/color] oore'cause the girl in my mirror[/color] I S C R Y I N G T O N I G H T[/color] A N D T H E R E I S N O T H I N G I C A N T E L L H E R[/color] to make her feel alright[/color] Brookelle was laying on Dmitri's bed as she was far from sober. Brooke needed to sleep everything off but one thing was for sure. She definitely did not remember her abusive father back at her home. That was why she went to the bar in the first place, was to get out of his roof and just forget. As she layed there she felt the guys presence in the room. She could feel him looking at her, oh so calmly though. Which in turn she figured was odd, but she wasn't in her right mind to even think about it at the moment. She was thinking about being in a room with a guy she barely knew and he was telling her to take her clothes off, but that was not her. Though when your shit faced right?
Brookelle propped herself up on her elbows as she looked at the guy, he looked older but Brooke really could careless right now, he was hot. As she sat there, her raven black hair draped over her shoulders and her side bangs shadowed her face. Though her ocean-emerald blue/green eyes were still visible under them. Though right now they seemed to have a slight haze in them from the booze and by having an odd voice, Dmitri's voice in her head. She looked at him and he seemed to gaze back. But when she had said that he wasn't that lucky, he replied with him saying not to push him and does he need to punish me. "You can't spunishhhh me." She slurred once more, "mnott anymore tshan I already have been." She mumbled out loud to herself. And by that she was referring to her abusive home. But she once again couldn't think past where the next drink is.
Shortly after that, she felt some pressure on her body, it felt good and when it went away she only wanted more. "Now take off your clothes.." he repeated once more. She threw her hands up and plopped her body back against the springy mattress. Her arms landed limply next to her head. One arm on either side. She stretched her 5'5'' body and she tilted her head over to where Dmitri was and she smiled, stood up and walked over to where he was sitting. Being smashed generally takes people morals away, so had they recently done to Brookelle. She bent over, and put her hands on his knees, supporting her. "Whatss if I donn't? Are you ggunna make me? She asked as she got a smirk on her face. Their faces close now as her hair was still messy over her shoulders and bangs in her eyes. That's what happens when you have a scene cut hehe.
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TAG !
OUTFIT ! In first post
WORDS! 722
LYRICS ! Girl In the Mirror - Britney Spears
NOTES ! Sorry it took me so long to reply, I really am.
CREDITS ! PaulaHalliwell from caution 2.0
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Post by Dmitri on Sept 7, 2009 20:50:59 GMT -8
Dmitri smirked, his phantom hands appeared in her again, without warning, his phantom fingers probing her senselessly, letting her ride on a wave of pleasure, then another, and another before pulling the phantom hand away and flicking her there again, for a person looking on, Dmitri did nothing, just sat there with the same look on his face. "Do as I say," he said, his phantom hands grabbing her hands by the wrists and his mind guided hers into obedience. He wanted her to do this on her own, but he was beginning to have doubts about her, being drunk wasn't quite what he wanted. Suddenly he was gone, he removed his presence away from her completely. He stood up and walked off to the kitchen then appeared again with a bottle. He handed it over and said, "Drink, it's good." It would sober her up enough to at least be in her righter mind.
He looked her body over, beautiful, in every way, and he'd seen a lot of bodies in his 900 years of existence.
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