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Post by ROSALIE CAMILLE AMBROSE on Dec 28, 2010 23:37:29 GMT -5
 it was like any other day in the mansion of the ambrose family. when she woke, rosalies routine started. she sat up, let out a disgusted groan at her image in the mirror and headed towards her bathroom. she technically shared the bathroom with her sister, but she didnt see her sister in there today. she headed into the bathroom and began the cold water in the shower. every morning she got a cold shower, just to numb herself. it was better then feeling the pain of the real world.
as she got out, the cold air hit her nude body and sent chills up her back. before reaching for a towel she looked at the bruises from her father, they had never left, god she wished they had. after the shower she put her hair in the tighest bun possible, and put on a pair of light pink stockins, leg warmers, boots and grey sweat pants. on her torso hung a loose grey sweatshirt cut at the neck revealing a white strap and her right shoulder. it was her ballet outfit. today was saturday, she had ballet all day.
ballet had been her passion for a year now, and she was good. after class had let out rosalie sat in the dark dressing room rubbing her feet. hearing a faint sigh she looked up to see three girls talking about some event going on at a club tonight. unsure of what they were talking about she listened. they spoke of a variety of people that would be there, maybe that would help her. rosalie was shy, and as much as she wanted to break loose of her routine, she had the hardest time.
arriving back at her humble abode she went straight to her room, avoiding all contact with her knitting mother and her passed out father. shutting her door she stripped down and graced herself with a pair of black leggings and a long grey loose tshirt with a faded picture of an owl on it. she slipped on a pair of black boots and undid her hair. it rested around her shoulders in loose curls. she smiled and headed out the door and down the steps. her mother met her at the door, with the baby in her arms. 'where are you going dear?' she asked, a bit of harshness to her tone. "Out" was all she said before walking out.
She began to walk down the street till she arrived at the club. Heading inside she was greeted by the stench of bodies, the beat of the song playing and the scent of lovely alcohol. Rosalie took it all in before heading over towards the bar. she sat down and simply ordered a martini, she was too girlie to drink anything else.
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Post by XADRIAN VAN BAROS on Dec 30, 2010 22:41:05 GMT -5
 after numerous times of reminding his father that he would rather sail around the mid atlantic with an endless supply of marijuana than dress up in a suit every day and declare himself as the next big executive of baros industries, you would have thought the man would have grasped such. xadrian was fairly sure that his father had swallowed the fact, and yet still refused to admit it to himself, or anyone else that he knew. therefore, he would repeatedly size xadrian up, force him to dress up in a suit and spend time with a few colleagues of his. that was precisely why he'd found himself reclined in a rich brown suede chair in the corner of a club lounge in downtown east hampton. it was a favored spot for afternoon drinks, and yet it was already dwindling into the night. brown hair was casually mussed and yet he still looked completely pulled together, with a sort of ease that came naturally to the guy. cigars were let all around the table, and yet xadrian hadn’t had anything since that morning, therefore his high was long worn off. grabbing a handful of cashews from the small bowl in the middle of the table, he shifted idly in his seat, allowing an inaudible sigh to push through his lips with a sign of boredom and disinterest in the conversation that was persistently floating around the table. “wouldn’t you agree, xadrian?” brought out of his boredom induced coma, he glanced sideways at his father, who was a darker, stockier version of xadrian himself.
with a shrug, he brushed off whatever it was they were talking about and readjusted his tie, pulling it down some and unbuttoning the top button of his white collared shirt. he didn’t bother to announce his leaving as he stood, pushing back his chair as the table went back to a new subject, raucous laughter floating around as xadrian wound his way through the throngs of tables and people, watching each group as he found his way to the bar. “stoli, please.” he said in a low tone as the bartender nodded and turned on his heel, turning around to bother with bottles of alcohol and finally returning with xadrian’s drink. pointing towards the table in which he’d come from, he informed the bartender to add it to their tab, who simply nodded in understanding. one sweeping glance around the room and he could sense something familiar about it. the thick and hazy smell of lit cigars and liquor, the smog remaining in the air to mix with perfumes and colognes alike. he’d been coming here since he was younger. deep green gaze locked on the familiar sight of flowing brown hair, flaxen locks illuminative as ever and hard to miss. furrowing his brow, he shuffled further down the bar. “i thought it was you,” he said, tone low and only slightly hazy, as he slid into the seat next to rosalie, sizing her up in one sweeping glance. an easy grin spreading across his lips as his deep green eyes reflected in the dim overhead lighting.
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Post by ROSALIE CAMILLE AMBROSE on Dec 30, 2010 23:16:22 GMT -5
this was not her usual outing so the aromas and different scents were new to her. as she sat somewhat silently at the bar the sweet smell of cigarette smoke was soon blown into her face. she let out a loud cough and covered her mouth im sorry she said looking at the thin, almost emaciated blonde that was sitting next to her looking at her with a look of disgust on her face. the blonde shoved a cigarette in rosalies mouth lighting it. the smoke filled her mouth and she swallowed hard, the smoke going down into her lungs. she snatched the cigarette with her hand and began coughing. she had tried and done cigarettes before, but for some reason she was struggling with this one. she placed it in the over filled ash tray and took a sip of her drink, it was strong but not what she wanted anymore. screw it, can i just get a beer?
[/color] the bartender looked disgusted with her after making the drink and simply returned with a bottle, placing it down, hard, in front of her. taking a sip she felt the alcohol coursing through her body, it sent chills up her spine and a smile to her face. drinking was her favorite. she hated the drug scene, but recently she had been in cohorts with xadrian, and he was heavy into drugs. therefor, as was she. she let out a sigh and put the beer down picking up the cigarette. it grew somewhat quiet for the club and she glanced back, people were drinking, talking and not being as loud and rude. turning back she froze when that oh so familiar smell and voice filled the air. she didnt even move when he spoke, stalking me, now thats low xadrian[/color] she said winking. she looked at him, eyeing him up and down. xadrian was bad for her, but for some reason she had to have him. tonight, she wanted him. no other girl could have him, she would do anything to keep him around, even if that meant physically hurting her body. it was like that with xadrian. ever since she met him, she wanted him, needed him and didnt want anyone else to feel that way about him. although she felt that way, he was the most stubborn, most annoying person she had ever met. not to mention his little out bursts. xadrian is everything that rosie needs to get 'loose'. as she waited for his response she finished her beer and cigarette flicking it nto the tray with ease. she turned back to him, smiling. god, he was gorgeous.
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