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Post by MEREDITH LYV CARTER on Jun 3, 2012 15:55:37 GMT -5
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She's A Rebel
Walking down the street, echoed footfall of her quirky heals hit the floor with shallow thuds. She had that mastered way of walking in stupidly extravagant shoes, it matched her lifestyle, outrageous and rebellious. Tresses of chocolate brown spiralled out freely behind her shoulders, the vibrant pink of feathered earrings contrasted perfectly with her locks. In fact her whole outfit contrasted but complimented. Her confident strides carried her swiftly towards the visiting carnival fun, the horizon brought the growing shapes of stalls, smoke, big wheels and various rides thrilling to people. The smell soon lingered in the air, candyfloss, fast food and the musky scent of weed lit the air from surrounding ally ways. Temptation loomed as he gaze lingered over a group of boys. Delving her hand into her bag, Lyv fished around to pull out a few pounds. Heading towards them a innocent smile upon her face as they turned to look at her, giving them a look of knowing what she wanted as she reached them. Holding out the money a swift exchange was made for a few joints. Flashing a cheeky wink she turned on her heals and left them. Taking her lighter for her bag, Lyv sparked up the joint hanging limp in her mouth. Placing the lighter back, her lips held a tight seal before her hands became free. Taking it from her mouth, an exhale of smoke patterns passed her kissers. Repeating the motion of exhale and inhale, Lyv crossed over towards the entrance to the Carnival. Hoping her brother was already lingering inside, she waited in the queue to get in. Reaching the people on the gait, she got handed over a wristband to skip the lines for certain things. Throwing the joint to the ground, she stamped it out before moving aside towards a wall. Leaning against it her posture relaxed as she waited for Evan. Words: 315 || Notes: WILD || Outfit: CLICK ME |
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Post by EVAN WILLIAM CARTER JR on Jun 3, 2012 17:01:13 GMT -5
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A carnival? What was Evan thinking when he invited Lyv here? Obviously it didn't occur to him when he had, he just wanted to take his sister out of the house for a few hours but maybe he hadn't been thinking properly. As he stepped out of his car, he checked himself quickly in the rear view mirror before setting the alarm to the car. He placed his keys safely into this front pants pocket and began walking towards the entrance to the carnival.
The line wasn't as bad a he had thought to get in, so once he was already at the gate to enter he took the wristband and walked in. He smiled a bit to see that his sister had made it here in one piece, with no trouble near her. Evan walked over to her and nudged her softly with his shoulder. "Ready for a night of excitement?" He teased before taking a step forward and passing Lyv a nod towards the walking crowd. "Come one, I've been dying for some funnel cake." With his hands placed in his pockets, Evan kept it moving keeping close to Lyv and in his view.
Anything troubling could come about if he wasn't attentive with her and himself being around so many people all at once, he was just happy that there wasn't a party with alcohol here.
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Post by MEREDITH LYV CARTER on Jun 4, 2012 6:17:07 GMT -5
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She's A Rebel
Taking her phone out, Lyv skipped through recent facebook messages to see if anyone was around. She knew she should be spending “quality time” with her brother, simply because he was so good to her. The only one that didn’t think… to badly of her. He was in a way accepting of her, and put his life on hold to sort her problems. As much as it meant to her, she would much rather be with her friends checking out girl and guys while having a beer or something. Rolling her eyes to the thoughts lingering, she pushed them aside so she could have a good time with him. Hearing footsteps, Lyv turned her head to spot her brother. Flashing on her naturally flawless smiles she greeted him. Putting her phone back to her pocket she laughed briefly as he nudged her. He was always so happy, whatever they day brought he always had a smile. Then again, so did she… mainly because she is intoxicated half the time. Not today though, she was going to try and keep herself out of trouble just for once- although it seemed it may not happen. Already she had brought herself a few joints, wasted money on something she didn’t even need or want. It was just a guilty pleasure. ”If that’s what you call it then yeah why not”Her voice light, a happy tone as the words fell from the bright kissers. Hauling herself from the wall she followed him, short strides with a confident aura. The shoes wore left a thudding trail of her movement, elongating her to nearly her bothers height. She was rather beautiful and she knew it, and she knew exactly how to flaunt it. I’m dying for a fag but life’s a bitch, looks like I will settle for cake.Grabbing her brothers shoulder briefly, she leant into whisper to him ”How hot is she!” Pointing to a fairly close girl, she wore a small outfit, perfect for the vibrant carnival scene. She was one of the dancers, of course. There to catch the eye. Walking past with Evan, Lyv checked her out with swift up and down look before they passed heading to the cake stands. Words: 371 || Notes: This Is Her Theme! || Outfit: CLICK ME |
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Post by EVAN WILLIAM CARTER JR on Jun 4, 2012 12:33:59 GMT -5
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There was so much on Evan's mind aside from winning huge stuffed bulldogs or eating funnel cake. Part of him was lonely and too messed up to fixed it, he was holding in a lot of feelings, thoughts that involved hurting his family if he spoke out about it. He didn't want to hurt his family any more than they had already been. As they both walked around, Lyv pointed out this chick that was good looking but if his sister liked her enough to point her out and look her up and down then what would be the point in bringing her home? let alone talking to her here, Lyv would probably end up just sleeping with her or something.
Given the facts Evan played out in his mind, he nodded in agreement to Lyv, "Yeah, I'd do her." He responded laughing slightly and kept it moving. "Don't break your neck Lyv." Evan threw in there a second after passing the female while Lyv looked her over. He shook his head with a smile as she did though. He had to admit, the times that he had spent with Lyv in the passed when they were younger before all of the drama were times he never forgets. He often thought about the times were she would hang out with him downstairs in the living watching scary movies, the both of them laughing at the scenes where the female running half naked or naked would always run away from the killer and end up falling. They could still do it but Evan was often hardly ever home.
It hurt him more than anyone could ever know but he kept this raw hard exterior that would leave people to thinking that he was alright. As they reached the cake stand he looked to Lyv asking, "Did you want one or did you want to share mine?" Of course there was always moments where he knew he would have to let Lyv fall so hard that she'd hopefully change her ways... but truth is that Evan couldn't let her.
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Post by MEREDITH LYV CARTER on Jun 6, 2012 11:23:22 GMT -5
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My Heads Up In The Clouds
Lyv walked in almost silence as for once she was rather unsure on what to say, they had a steady relationship unlike her and the rest of the family; however the situation proved to be a bit odd. Evan just seemed not himself, it was strange. Maybe she had made him uncomfortable about saying how good looking one of the dancers was, maybe he liked her too? Unlike him it proved, Lyv had a rather clear mind. Her past was something she rarely thought about, she just caused trouble and forgot about it, she didn’t even bottle up emotion from it. Although, she barely shows emotion towards things apart from just pure lust to people. ”You said that with such taste… Laughing quietly to the manner in which he spoke That’s no way to describe a woman you want to fuck. Drawing her gaze to his for a moment, she looked at the woman once more and then to extravagant shoes. He made a rather double barrelled statement, inclining both to her heals and the looks of the exotic dancer. You really think I’m that crap at eyeing people I fall head over heals… Poking out her tongue she smiled with a naturally breath taking look. Reaching the stand, the stall in which she thought was just cake boad to be otherwise. Assorted sweets such as large colourfull lollies, candy floss and liquorice whips stood with immense vibrant shades of reds, blues and greens… and then there was the bottles of equally bright vodka mixed drinks. No it’s ok, I don’t really fancy cakes Smiling to the person on the stall, a typical carnival type man. Greeting him with a sweet smile he spoke words along the lines of “hello darling what can I get you” the usual speech as they sell over priced products to you. WKD Blue and whip please mate Nodding he pulled out a cold bottle and placed the sweet in a paper bag, handing them over in exchange for the money he thanked her. Obviously her brother wouldn’t approve, and the plan not to drink had failed. Cracking the cap of with her teeth she let it drop to the floor before taking a few swigs of the bright liquid. Words: 377 || Notes: No Drinking=FAILED || Outfit: CLICK ME || Lyrics: ALEX CLARE-UP ALL NIGHT |
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Post by EVAN WILLIAM CARTER JR on Jun 6, 2012 12:34:18 GMT -5
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Maybe it was time to just let her fall, no more baby sitting. Evan had alot on his plate. He had work to think about, money to save, a place to find of his own and someone else other than his own family to hang around with. He was startign to grow tiresome over his sister's wild acts. As implusive they were to him, he kept brush them off. He shrugged about the dancer then laugh a little,"Your taste is different from mine. Plus I have other things on my mind..." He added in response to what she had been talking about.
Evan had been trying to get a hold of her the night before and instead of getting a hold of Lyv, he found interest in someone he hadn't even met. Gracelyn was her name. His mind must have been playing tricks on him this entire time as he walked through the streets with Lyv. He wanted nothing more than to be able to talk to Lyv about this girl he spoke to but he was afraid to. Evan kept those kinds of thoughts to himself and resumed to paying attention again when they had stopped at a stand.
Of course Lyv couldn't go a damn day without drinking. She just couldn't and it was driving Evan mad! This time as he stood there beside her, he didn't say anything to her about the drink. He just ordered himself a cors light. Would have been boring if he hadn't. "You know what, Lyv? Let's go kick some ass on some bumper cars. I bet I can beat you this time!" He asked her with a carefree tone of voice. Evan was going to try and make this a good night as hard as it was for him. He paid for his beer. Holding it out to Lyv, "Do the honors please." He told her, wanting her to open it for him.
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Post by MEREDITH LYV CARTER on Jun 6, 2012 13:02:10 GMT -5
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Making my adrenalin rise
Taking a mouthful, Lyv held the liquid savouring the taste of the refreshing lightly alcoholic drink. Taking the sweet from the bag, the meter long whip came to view as she ripped a bit of to eat. Silently chewing, she shoved the rest in her bag for later, doing so she caught sight of the joint in her bag. Temptation drew her to smoke but she refused, drink then weed would tip Evan and spoil the day… if she hadn’t already. He seemed distant, as she soon learnt the reason why. My taste is just anyone good looking.. preferably with money though! Ring her? So I can meet her… then again that’s probably not a great idea on your behalf. Anyhoo, What’s she like? Details bro, I might know herWatching Evan a surprised look came to her face as ordered himself a beer. Not the choice she would have picked, then again they had opposite taste in even things like beer. She would have gone for a Corona or maybe Fosters. Cheap crap that done the job… after about 4 pints. Taking the bottle with a smile, her lips locked around the metal cap. Gripping it with her back teeth, Lyv pulled the bottle forwards as a hiss of air released from the bottle. Enjoy, it’s complete with Lyv gob. Laughing she grabbed his arm lightly as she hauled him towards the bumper cars. Yeah probably, you know what I’m like driving… Thinking over the sentence she just blurted out she fell silent… Oh shit Realising she had brought up the selfish death she caused, she released Evans arm. The death had no affected her as she played little attention to it, but her past with killing and antics where fresh on Evans mind. Heading closer to the ride, a small queue had formed, with the wrist band they brought they were able to skip the line of waiting people. Getting a nod from the owner, Lyv jumped into one of the bright cars as she shifted in the seat to get comfy. Her foot ready on the acceleration pedal, she watched Evan readily for the bell to ring for them to start. Words: 377 || Notes: No Drinking=FAILED || Outfit: CLICK ME || Lyrics: ALEX CLARE-UP ALL NIGHT |
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