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Post by Jay on Sept 18, 2006 23:36:27 GMT -5
Deadlines:Pacific: Sunday - 10 P.M. Mountain: Sunday - 11 P.M. Central: Sunday/Monday - Midnight Eastern: Monday 1 A.M. U.K.: Monday 6 A.M.RolePlay Limit: 4 RPsRPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day Trish Stratus Vs Brooke McGuire(c) Vs Lena Katina
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Post by "Beautiful" Brooke McGuire on Sept 19, 2006 17:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by "Stratusfying" Trish Stratus on Sept 23, 2006 15:52:21 GMT -5
not much, meh
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Post by "Beautiful" Brooke McGuire on Sept 23, 2006 15:56:15 GMT -5
Damn you Jay! Couldn't you have posted that before I finished this one Secret Meeting
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Post by "Beautiful" Brooke McGuire on Sept 23, 2006 23:04:49 GMT -5
Here is three. Might hit limit, might not. Depends how i feel tomorrow. But im happy to retain my title City of Love...alone
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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Sept 24, 2006 17:33:47 GMT -5
When The Lights Go Out Chapter FourI awoke, lying in a strange bed, wearing strange clothing. I sat up, scared and confused at first. I looked around and saw my clothes from the previous day lying in a pile on the floor. I stood up, and it hit me. I was at Alex’s house. In Alex’s bed. Wearing Alex’s shirt. Which explained why the shirt I was wearing was way too big.
I rubbed my eyes and took in the room. The only time I had been in here was in the dark, and the last thing I had on my mind was how the room looked.
The bed was only twin-sized, but it had a very beautiful comforter on it. It was a shade of purple so light it was close to white, and it was ruffled from the night Alex and I had spent in it, although I’m not sure it was made before I even got in there.
The windows had long drapes, a shade of crimson that was breathtaking, and hung to the floor, drawn, but agape, casting thin rays of sunshine through the room. I pulled them open and looked out of the window at the New York City neighborhood I was in. It was beautiful, in an industrial way.
The walls were white. But, dotting them were cut outs of news articles Alex had written. It was amazing she got such a prestigious job, seeing as she had no real experience before this paper she worked for now. She had a unique writing style, and I read one of the articles last night, and I fell in love with it, through just one article.
I walked out of the room, yawning, and holding my shirt up with one hand. Wearing the tanktop of a girl whose chest is bigger than yours, usually isn’t a good idea. I stood in Alex’s kitchen, and she looked at me and laughed.
“Lookin’ good, red,” She said smiling.
“Uh,” I said walking over and sitting in a chair next to her.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked me.
“Well, no, actually. Some hot brunette kept me up all night with her hands,” Lena said.
“What? Who would ever do something like that?” Alex said, a fake look of concern on her face, quickly replaced by a devilish grin. “I’m sorry, Lena.”
I smiled.
“It’s not a problem,” I said.
“No, really, if you’re too tired, you can go back to bed,” Alex said.
“No, no, it’s alright, really,” I said.
“Are you sure?” Alex asked me.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I was just being cranky,” I laughed.
“If you’re sure,” Alex said. “Want anything to eat?”
“What do you have?” I asked, my stomach growling in response.
“Bacon, eggs, cereal, toast, oatmeal, maple of course,” Alex said making a joke about her Canadian heritage. I laughed.
“Um, bacon and toast, please,” I asked.
“Sure,” Alex said with a wink.
She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a plate. Lying out was a plate with bacon on top of a paper towel and popped a piece of bread into the toaster. She turned and put her elbow on the counter and looked at me.
“Thank you,” I said smiling at her.
“No problem. I guess I kinda owe you,” Alex said.
“No!” I said, “I’m fine, I’m really not that tir-“ I began to say.
“No, no, no, Lena. I meant, what you did last night,” Alex winked.
“Oh,” I said smiling. “I was just thanking you for taking me in.”
Alex walked over and stood next to my chair, I turned, my head was at her chest level and I looked up into her brown eyes.
“Do you mind if I thank you again?” I asked.
“Not at all,” Alex said.
I reached up and put my arms around her back, and pulled her close. I began to kiss her stomach. She reached down and lifted her shirt, pulling it over her head. She was clad in just a black bra and a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants.
She put her hand underneath my chin and turned my face up. She brushed her thumb over my lips, and smiled. She leaned down and kissed me. I opened my mouth and let her tongue slip inside of my mouth. I rubbed against it using my tongue, until a noise was heard across the room. We broke the kiss and looked.
The toast had popped.
Alex walked over and pulled it out of the toaster, buttering it, quickly. She handed the plate to me. I looked at it, and pushed it to the side, I put my arms around her back, and pulled her back into me, and we kissed more.
I slipped my hand into the back of her pants, and squeezed her butt. She slid her hands up the back of my shirt and slowly dragged her fingernails down my back. I let out what could be called half-gasp, half-giggle.
I reached up and gripped her right breast, squeezing it, and pressing it against her body. And then I raised my left-hand right underneath her ear and her jaw. I pulled away slightly, and bit on her lip. And then I put my forehead on her shoulder.
Her left hand ventured down to the front of my pants, and slipped inside. I moaned. Into her shoulder. I bit at the strap of her bra, and I looked over towards her ear, since I couldn’t reach around and see her face.
She rubbed my back with her other hand. Finally, my legs began to shake, and my knees buckled, I ended up lying on the counter, well, my upper body was on the counter, as I panted.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” Alex said smiling, “Wow.”
She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, before looking at me, and grinning.
“Still hungry?” Alex asked.
I nodded my head and grabbed a piece of bacon. I popped it into my mouth and chewed on it, smiling.
“Do you have any Orange Juice?” I asked.
“Of course,” Alex said.
She walked over to the fridge, and tossed a small bottle of Sunny Delight at me. I missed of course, and it fell to the ground.
“Oops,” I said smiling.
“Nice catch, red,”
xXxXx
“So, Brooke McGuire doesn’t know who I am? Well, she also isn’t very good with a can opener, and hasn’t quite mastered the art of Tupperware, so I am really not too hurt by her not knowing who I am. Half the time, she doesn’t even know where she is.
“Trish Stratus, the three time Women’s Champion, and Vince McMahon’s DOG. Sure, I haven’t beaten you, and I’ve only won once in singles competition, but, at least I have some sort of semblance of self-respect. Which is much more than you can say about YOURself Trish.
“They think I will fall so easily. But, think again ladies. I’m a lot tougher than I look.
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Post by "Beautiful" Brooke McGuire on Sept 24, 2006 23:55:47 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Brooke is in the arena, ready for Dynamic Destruction to begin. She is in her cheerleader ring attire. You remeber it. The pink top that shows off her slim waist and has Brooke McGuire written in pretty cursive. The short pink skirt with white trim that has BM on the side. Anyways she walks out into the hall and is immediatly cut off by Trixy. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} Hey Brooke. Yuo ready for tonight. {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Is this really necissary? I feel almost like I'm just pouring salt into an open wound. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} What do you mean? {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Well both Trish and Trixy have one up. I got three up. Do I really need a forth? I should probably just delete this and go to bed. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} What are you talking about. you got a match in a few minutes. {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) I know. Well Trish is gone. She knows she can;t beat me. So she can go focus on Candice. I hope she wins. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} And Lena? {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Who? {*Little Cutie* Trixy} Lena? {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Who? {*Little Cutie* Trixy} Lena? {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Who? {*Little Cutie* Trixy} Lena? {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Who? Stop. that is being cheap. Just posting the same line over and over. Misuse of the copy/paste feature. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} Brooke are you high? {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) No just really tired. Can we end this please. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} Sure. But wouldn't that make it a pointless post. {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) See. Told you so. I'm deleting it. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} You might as well keep it on there. No time to post it on your site. {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Great job Luke did too. Anywas, I'm going to go sit with WT until the show starts. {*Little Cutie* Trixy} Now your back in charactor? And they call Rikku random. {*Retaining Champion* Brooke McGuire*) Shut up Trixy. See if I use you in another rp anytime soon. Brooke storms away from Trixy. Trixy shrugs and walks off the scene. OOC: Sorry about this, just wanted to try and get above Eighteen on the Power 15 [/shadow][/glow]
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