uno das tres cuartro

[shay isobel parker]

no one recognized her in this town. it was ... unusual, to say the least. to not be whispered about whenever her back was turned, to not be subject to ridicule and mock from her peers, was a refreshing change for shay. in fact, everything about the island was refreshing, new, and exciting. perhaps it was because she had never lived on an island before, or mayhap it was because she wasn't shunned to the side because of her family's class or a scandal that she found the island to be tantalizing and delicious. compared to her last few months in queensland, maryland, ehu's island was a heaven on earth. an exotic paradise, inviting her on for a new adventure - a new scandal too, perhaps? and she found she didn't have it in her to resist. the night air was coy and playful, teasing and flirting with her to come out and play, to dance herself dizzy in circles she'd never danced before, to get wasted on alchohol and drugs and crawl home just before daybreak into the warmth of her bed. she was dressed up and ready to dance.

messy waves of hair fell softly against her cheeks and brushed her shoulders as she backed the car out of the driveway and, honking aloud for good measure, began to race down the empty streets. there was little traffic on the streets - in fact, she was positive she'd only seen one other car the fortnight since she moved to ehu's island. she, however, wasn't quite ready to give up on the shay that could drive - that wanted to drive. she'd only been able to since an year back, and it would be stupid to give up on it when it gave her such a thrill. racing through the wide streets, spying civilians move out of the way of the oncoming car, a laugh escaped her lips as something akin to contentment settled in her heart. true, there were hard times, but she had a good life. and she wasn't out to destroy it by driving recklessly through the streets, she actually had a destination in mind - rastafa night club, one she'd heard whispered about through the hallways of the academy in fermented tones of respect, and had made a mental note to check out as soon as she possibly could.

pushing through the door into the club, the party scene flooded her senses through a rush of color and sound and smell, overwhelming and dizzying as her eyes adjusted to the dim light and the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. the music reverberated through the wooden floors, vibrating up her legs in a rhythm she found easy to like, as she moved in through the moving bodies towards what she spied to be a par, lying down a twenty on the counter and calling for beer. taking in the bottle that was handed to her by the neck, she pressed it to her lips and took a generous helping, finding her feet tapping along to the rhythm. she didn't recognize anybody, and no body recognized her, and she found she didn't mind that at all. absent-mindedly she settled the bottle down on the bar, her hands lifting up gracefully as she mimicked the dancers around her, moving alone to the ever-consuming rhythm, letting it wash over her and dull her senses.


tagged? open!
wearing?! click to see
muse?! closer - nine inch nails, her song
notes?! have i mentioned i haven't done real life in forever and this is a tad bit new and awkward for me?

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[malcom levi james]

he had lost a bet. that was truly the only reason that he had had to take the first two hours of his normal shift as the bouncer. sure, he loved being the bouncer, but it was more his place to stand behind the bar. his more informal than not dress coat slung over his shoulder, mal james made his way through the club, giving his charming smile to various familiar faces, nodding to some of the tourists, but otherwise just making his way towards his bar.

the loud music could be felt even through his shoes, but he still moved his green eyes across the seats in front of the bar, not many were occupied, mostly tourists, but there was one face who stuck out a little from the other teenagers and adults. she wasn't sitting at the bar, simply dancing near it. tucking one hand in the pocket of his jeans, he strode over to her, leaning against the counter, not looking directly at her, just studying the crowd.

a new face, please tell me you got lousy service, i heard they pulled the barkeep off the streets.

[/b] giving her a joking grin, malcom turned his bright eyes towards the younger girl; seeing as he hadn't seen her around the island before, he could only assume that she was a new student at bouscher, in which case he would welcome her as only bouscher students could. . . despite the fact that he wasn't exactly a student anymore. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[shay isobel parker]

if she had started dancing alone in a crowd back in maryland, nine times out of ten someone would join her within five seconds. people she knew and people she didn't clamored for her company, the most popular girl at school, the one who had it all. people were drawn to her like bees to honey, and she liked to think it had something to do with who she was - until that incident, and everyone she had called a friend had dropped her like a bad habit. her life went from perfect to terrifyingly painful so fast it made her dizzy to witness it, but her fall from grace took no less than her coach finding out she was pregnant, and the news spreading like wildfire in town. in a town where gossip was rare, any tidbit of juicy rumors were jumped upon and devoured - and as shay happened to be one of the most prominent figures of the teenage crowd, there mere mention of her name in a rumor was enough to have the whole town discussing it. having babies out of wedlock was a sin, and what shay had done was unforgivable - but perhaps things would have been a little easier if the daddy of her baby had actually owned up to the fact.

beneath her closed eyelids she could picture him - the messy hair, the first thing you noticed about him, the heart-melting one-sided smile that made every guy in the school worship him and every girl want to fuck him into oblivion. she was the head cheerleader, and he was the soccer captain - their relationship was inevitable, fate bringing them together through mutual consent and butterflies in their stomachs. he was the perfect gentlemen, the type to hold out your seat for you at dinner and the type of boy that every parent adored. he was the son of the town's mayor, and he grew up in the spotlight - unlike her, he never had to struggle for popularity, he didn't need to break a sweat to get to where he was. he was arrogant and air-headed and stubbornly protective of her, and she, like the rest of the town, believed they were meant to be together forever. it took one night where they'd both forgotten to use a condom to break the spell - he hadn't wanted his perfect life soiled by the bun in her oven, and backing out of their relationship faster than she could say, "i'm pergnant." he'd gone on to tell the entire town that the baby wasn't his, that she'd spread her legs out for another man while she was with him. his word was law - who would doubt the golden boy of the town?

"a new face," distraction was sweet. her eyes fluttered open to take in the profile of a young man - probably in his late teens, or early twenties, leaning against the crowd, his eyes on the crowd. a moment later they swept back to her and she found herself looking into the piercing green eyes of a stranger, one she could not recall noticing before. "please tell me you got a lousy service, i heard they pulled the barkeeper out on the streets." in the moment that it took for her to gather her surroundings and note that she was in ehu's island - not maryland - the technicolor of the crowd and the warmth of a voice speaking to her helped steady her thoughts, and she found herself managing a swift smile in response to what he - the stranger, and a decent one at that - was saying. "i didn't notice, i guess i was too distracted by the music." she said with a laugh, pushing away few lose strands of blond hair from her face. "maybe i should order a drink again with more attention to the service."


tagged? malcom
wearing?! click hurr
notes?! c:

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