Jessie von Ness ™
ANGEL! junior year half-blood
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO DESTORY AN ANGEL
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Post by Jessie von Ness ™ on Nov 25, 2007 22:23:17 GMT -5
Jesslynn von Ness;; [/font][/color] i'll teach you how to destroy an A N G E L;;
WORD COUNT: eight hundred thirty SCRIPT: FIRST POSTEHHH! ATTIRE: [pajamas][/center][/size] Slender fingers lifted up to the level of a girl's mouth, her teeth clamping down on the nail. She was so worried. Why was he going out when he knew there was alcohol? God. He's such an idiot. Her other hands left her leg, which was crossed with the other one, and ran a hand there her long, red hair. She just wanted him to be safe and not drive home. Knowing him, he probably would and get into a huge car accident or get pulled over and get another ticket. Her heart's pulse was slowly rising, every moment she knew that he was in danger was hard on her. She just wanted him to be sitting beside her, his arms around her. That way she would know that he was safe and warm in her dorm, close to her. They would probably be whispering sweet nothings to one another if he wasn't off going to some friend's birthday party. He promised her should wouldn't dirnk, but she knew him. He owuld give into one drink, then it turned into four drinks and then seven and so on and so on. Jesslynn was just worried about her boy friend. She loved him, even though none of her friends approved of him. Sure he had a drinking prblem, but it wasn't his fault, his mom did drugs while she was pregnant and was still a drug addict today. Jesslynn had sympothy for him, not many people did. She saw through all of the bad things and completely fell head over heels in love with his good side. She would never give him up, not for anything. If her friends didn't approve, then they weren't true friends now, were they? However, they kind of had a right, didn't they?
Her deep blue eyes looked towards her red 'inspi[red]' razor, eager to get a phone call syaing that the party was cancelled and he was comming over to cuddle and love her. She picked the phone up and flipped it open, her black painted fingernails scratching against the phone as it opened. She bit her lip and started to dial his phone number. Pressing it to her ear, she let it ring. Her heart stopped when the answering machine was what she got in return. Was he hurt? Jesslynn gulped softly and placed the phone down once more. She uncorssd her bare legs and crawled off her bed. Maybe her attire wasn't exactly the best for this type of cold weather. A black paire of 'nightmare Before Christmas' pajamas hugged her torso. Where was he? She missed him. She wanted him to be in her arms. Brendon Wolfe, where were you? Jesslyn couldn't believe she was this worried. It wasn't so bad if he was home and got drunk, because he would just pass out on the couch and wake up in the morning with a hang over. But going out was a whole other issue, he was away from safety, he had to find a way home. It was dangerous. She knew he would never call her to get a ride because he was too ashamed to even think about letting her know he was drunk in the slightest. Honestly, Jesslynn didn't care if he was drunj or not, she just wanted him to be safe. She fodled her arms over her chest and looked out of the window, it was close to a full mon. What a beautiful thing. It was the only thing lighting up the sky, except for the stars, which were equally as beautiful.
Her long, red hair fell over her slender shoulders as she waited for 'Never Too Late' to erupt from her cellphone. She wanted him to come over, just she knew he was safe. Godm if anyone of her friends knew where he was going right now, they would tell her to leave him. Kick his ass out and let his rot in the rain. Jesslynn could never do that to Brendon. She got upset everytime he friends insulted him, telling her she deserved better. That could be true, but she'd much rather have Brendon in her life. They only know the durnken side of him, they didn't know the sober side of him. He was an absolute gentelman. He was such a great person and a sweetheart and a teddy bear. God, he was just perfect. [/blockquote]
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sammeh lawson.
VAMPIRE! sophomore year pure-blood
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Post by sammeh lawson. on Nov 28, 2007 16:08:20 GMT -5
[/color][/size] [attire] mood; concerned//exhausted. ooc; sorry, i took so long.[/center] Just as any other night such as this, Sammeh had always found it necessary to party. The moon was stunning, being almost at it's fullest, and out for the evening, just as she was. Who says fourteen is much to young of an age for this? There was no limit in today's world. Let alone the question; What is 'normal' anyway? Hm. As if we'd ever know the answer to that. Losing this train of thought, her icy sets trailed off torwards the empty beer bottles that took their places in front of her. Yes, I said beer. She was a simple girl, no need for anything special. But, perhaps she downed to much? Being a lightweight in all was I little difficult at times, but at least it prevented her from losing her sanity, unlike the drunken gentlemen that stood not to far from herself. With a squint of her eyes, her expression altered itself to a bitter look. Ah, yes it was none other than Brendon Wolfe. The ignorant fool that had taken Jesslyn's heart. Oh, how she couldn't stand him. Her best friend, had always told her that the boy had another side. But, how on earth could she see it when he was rarely ever sober? What a waste of time, no? He didn't seemed to be buzzed yet, perhaps just one too many. With a shake of her head, Sammeh stalked off to her car. Well, not exactly /her's/. She had only borrowed it from a friend for the night, account of how Sammeh didn't have a car of her own, being fourteen in all. Her car was tiny enough for the girl, being 4'11" you have to have the right car, in order to see over the steering wheel.
Within a few moments, she'd be back in her dorm. The wheather was frost bite worthy, increasing the urge to get her arse home. As of the moment, all she wanted was to cozy up in bed and talk shit about tomorrow with Jesslyn. Her usual feeble smile vanished slightly, as she sunk into deep thought. This wasn't best while driving, but her senses were built on multitasking. Surely Jess was going to be in distress. Knowing that Brendon was out drinking far from safety, was positive to worry her best friend. Poor girl. Sammeh had no sort of approval for this boy, and she wasn't the one to be standing alone. All of Jesslyn's other friends hadn't been to nice about her choice in heart. But, could she blame them? Obviously, Sammeh was enraged as of seeing Brendon at that party. There was sympathy when it came to Jesslyn. Her being her bestfriend, and speaking upfront didn't mix all too well. Especially when it came to her pig-headed boyfriend. Another thing that had always itched her skin about this certain boy, was the fact of him being a freaking werewolf, or filthy /dog/. Whichever you prefer really. But, this had to be kept under wraps.
Reaching Dorm No. 135, a soft sigh escaped her lips. The debate that was taking place in her thoughts was coming to a rest, as she shoved the key in it's lock and opened the door in one swift motion. Dropping the keys on the counter, the petite turned round to see Jess scratching way at her phone. Dialing Brendon? Most likely. The after effects of the booze, was beginning to making her a tad dizzy. Tapping into a sudden adrenaline rush, Sammeh made an antsy run and jump into her bed. Being too exhausted to budge, there was a 90% chance of her sleeping in her outfit instead of making a quick change into her pajamas. Crawling to the foot of the bed, she curled up there, being so tiny she fit perfectly. Her icy sets penetrating Jesslyn's apprehensive expression, sound finally began to strike her vocal chords. " I love how I walk in completely unoticed. " Her mouse-like voice had a playful tone, as she flipped over on her back. Her long chestnut locks hanging over the end of the bed. Fourteen inch extesnions came handy now didn't they? [/blockquote]
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