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Post by WILLOW CARMICHAEL on Apr 10, 2013 19:41:46 GMT -5
Willow had been to multiple parties in her life time and all of them were pretty much the same thing, well the college parties differed a little bit from the high school ones. At least in college you didn’t have to persuade someone to buy the alcohol. Usually the person old enough to get the goods was throwing the party. Not to mention college students were more experienced in this kind of things. They were more games and sometimes decorations; sometimes they would even install a really cool music system. But after a while they were still the same thing. But Willow continuously went to them when she knew about them. And she knew about almost every party, due to the fact that she was friends with the majority of the people in her classes and people enjoyed Willow’s company at these parties. One of these days she was going to have to kidnap Jacki and bring her to one of these. When Tala wasn’t looking and wouldn’t ask questions as to why Jacki would be hung over the next day. Of course she could always spend the night at one of the dorms like Willow did when she got drunk. Or Willow could for once be the designated driver and not drink. Or she could call one of her brothers for a ride.
Will was full of options when it came to parties. Like stated earlier, she went to a lot of these in her life time. So she knew what to do and how to handle herself. The girl tossed her hair over her shoulder as she waited to be marked on the hand. Showing that she gave her three dollars at the door. The amount of money usually differed depending on the host and how much they spent on the party. But this Frat house had a party every weekend for the heck of it so they usually didn’t charge much. At least they didn’t charge the awesome people much. She smiled at the tanned boy at the door as he drew a star on her right hand. Highlighter, so it must be a black light party. Well at least the basement was a black light party, they living room and kitchen still had the lights on. But of course there were still party goers up there, unfortunately the drinks were downstairs where the only thing you can see it the glow-in-dark things, neon lights, and the bright colored shirts that the females tended to wear. This wasn’t something unfamiliar to Willow, they did the same thing last weekend. So she knew what she was getting herself into. She would get tipsy downstairs, but not completely drunk where she would inevitably cause an accident.
And then she would grab a couple drinks and head upstairs to the light where it would be a little safer to get intoxicated. She made her way to the make shift bar and grabbed an empty cup. The girl waited for it to be filled with jungle juice (the college party default drink) and then left to chat it up with people from her English class that she first spotted when she walked in. Willow grinned and talked with a few of them before moving to the next group of people that wanted to talk to her. A couple hours into the party, Willow had lost count of how people she talked to, played three games of Irish poker, danced five times with her chemistry lab partner (who was the definition of ‘white guys can’t dance’), and drank at least four cups of jungle juice. That’s how it normally went with her though. Honestly, as bad as it sounds, these parties were almost a routine to her. Willow wasn’t a bad girl in the sense that you shouldn’t bring her around your family; she just liked having fun and being social. She grabbed her fifth cup when some stranger had asked her to join their beer pong game.
All she had to do was find a partner. That should be easy enough. She nodded to the guy and told him she would be upstairs with a partner momentarily. Will glanced around the room trying to pick the perfect person. It had to be someone who was tipsy and not hammered, so they would have some slim chance of winning. Willow turned her head and spotted someone who looked a little out of place in the setting. His scruff kind of made him look a little too old to be in college. Then again Willow was told she looked too young to be in college, so whatever. The girl slowly walked over to the guy and paused when she noticed his red eyes (because she miraculously saw them in the dimmed basement). “Excuse me!” Willow shouted over the music. “You look relatively sober; do you want to be my partner?” Maybe it the alcohol that slowed her down, but Willow didn’t really realize that that sentence could be taken in multiple ways. Though she clearly meant her beer pong partner. |
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Post by GARRETT on May 4, 2013 12:30:31 GMT -5
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CUZ ITS THE ONLY ONE YOU'VE GOT
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[/color] Being a red-eyed, nomadic vampire, there were only so many things you could do for entertainment. This we learned from Blake and Cal. In order to avoid life getting monotonous, Garrett had decided a long time ago that he wouldn't settle down anywhere. He would keep moving, and trying things he'd never done before. Sometimes they would be ridiculous. (There were certain things humans did that Garrett was pretty sure he'd never be able to understand.) But other times they were fascinating and genuinely enjoyable. So it was a a hit and miss, but he had to try everything. That's how he ended up on a college campus. Getting in had been easy, it was large enough and busy enough nobody really noticed someone out of place. It only took a few classes for him to decide that this one was a miss though. The life of academia was not for him. In that short time, however, Garrett had proven that his social skills were far from lacking. He'd managed to make friends with quite a few humans and ever get himself invited to some type of party. Garrett was hardly one to turn down that kind of invitation, so come Friday night he'd made sure to be there.
As far as what this was going to entail, he really had no idea what to expect. He simply played along as someone drew on his hand and followed the crowd downstairs. the set up was, without question, pretty spectacular. And despite having known maybe three people walking in here (two of whom he hadn't even seen yet), after a few hours he'd talked to a good quarter of the room, danced with a someone, and learned a new card game. Garrett didn't usually spend time around humans, but he'd done it enough times that he had his story straight. How old he was, where he was from, the eyes.. all it took was a little bit of imagination. Of course, sometimes he'd change it up, just because he could. Though Garrett doubted he'd need to explain much of anything tonight. The room was dark and most of the people were drunk. He could probably tell them the hard truth and still just get laughs. (Not that he was planning on trying it or anything.) Garrett had taken a few drinks himself, but they weren't strong enough to really have an effect on him. The alcohol simply diluted the human scent a bit, which was a pretty good things considering all the people.
He was going to go get another drink when someone started talking to him. 'Do you want to be my partner?' "Excuse me?" he repeated, vaguely amused by what the girl was saying and its implications. "Wouldn't be possible to tell me what I'm signing up for before I agree, would it?" he joked. Figuring that she was talking about playing some type of game (and if she wasn't it wasn't like he had a reason to be concerned going off alone with some human) he agreed. "Sure, why not?"
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Post by WILLOW CARMICHAEL on Jun 3, 2013 20:25:11 GMT -5
just keep... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/846_L.jpg); border: solid #ff00b4 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #ff00b4 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #27d9ff; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Gare-bear! /// CHECK THE THREADS
“You’re excused!” Willow cheered happily, slurring slightly. She was a little out of it. The alcohol was kind of slowing her mind down a little. Which means she should probably stop drinking relatively soon. But she didn’t want to. So she automatically thought the guy was farting and just being polite. Which she realized wasn’t the case after thinking the whole thing through. And listening carefully to his next question. Will let out a laugh at her repeated blonde moments. “Sorry! I thought you saying excuse me because…well never mind! Beer pong, do you want to be my beer pong partner?” She was relatively sure she was speaking loud enough for him to hear over the ponding music. Even if the girl was sober, she would still be acting like a clown. Though she would be a hell of a lot more aware about it. But it didn’t matter. Willow was the type to just not care what others thought, sober or drunk. She loved life and life loved her. Well okay life didn’t really treat her all that well over the last few years. But Will was able to overlook that for the good luck that was given to her in this place. She was in college now. Making friends in school and out of school. She found a best friend, Jacki. And somehow managed to get into a relationship with a super being. And her brothers were still in good health. Honestly, as much as she missed her parents, Willow was pretty sure this is as great as her life has been lately.
The black haired beauty grinned from ear to ear when she heard his answer. “Hallelujah! Come on, the game is upstairs!” Willow exclaimed excitedly as she gestured for this stranger to follow her. Again it took her a few seconds, but the woman managed to realize something else about their situation. She should probably at least know the guy’s name. “I’m Willow, by the way! Willow Carmichael, undecided major.” It was how things usually went in college. The first thing that other students and adults asked you was about your major. She figured she might as well establish the fact that she didn’t for sure know. Right now on her record, it said she was a music major but lately she’s been looking into psychology. To be honest, she was probably going to stick with music. This was just one of those mid-college crisis things. Except Willow wasn’t going to bother with the paper work of switching back and forth. She knew in her heart she wanted to do something with music. Psychology was just something new. And like every new college student, she just had to explore new territory. She smiled at the stranger once more before heading up the stairs. She was pretty sure he was following her.
It only took a few minutes before they got around the crowd and to the alcohol soaked table. “You ready?” she asked the extremely handsome stranger. In the dark basement she didn’t really take in his looks. But man this guy was hot! The strangely hair worked for him. Red eyes? So the lights weren’t playing tricks on her. She stared at his eyes. Her drunken mind slowly trying to piece together an explanation. It must have been colored contacts or something ridiculous like that. Oh well! If he liked them, then he could wear them. They weren’t her eyes that were being damaged by the pigmentation. Willow nodded to the pair across the table and waited for them to attempt the first shots into the cups.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 602
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: Hello phips!!!
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: GET THE PARTY STARTED ~ P!nk
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Post by GARRETT on Jun 19, 2013 2:51:30 GMT -5
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CUZ ITS THE ONLY ONE YOU'VE GOT
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[/color] He hadn’t caught it right away, but it didn’t take long to realize that the girl who was talking to him was considerably drunk. Garrett waited for her to ramble and amend herself numerous times before finally answering his question. He’d never heard of the game beer pong before, though he could make a few guesses as to what it was about and.. it sounded like fun. If he was wrong, it really wasn’t a big deal but at least he’d know for next time. Yes, there would be a next time. Unlike many things in the world parting never went out of fashion. So, he agreed to play this game he knew nothing about with this girl he knew nothing about in this place he.. knew nothing about. And this, ladies and gentlemen, was why almost three hundred years later, Garrett was still capable of enjoying each day. He followed her up the stairs and towards the room the party was in as she introduced herself.
”Nice to meet you, Willow.” he responded, ”I’m Garrett. Garrett Thompson. “ He preferred to introduce himself without a last name but he figured following her pattern would probably be the best in this situation. So he made something up. Names were easy. You were constantly hearing them, and it wasn’t like Garrett had never needed one before. Giving her a major was something he hadn’t been prepared for. History,” he added as soon as he thought of it. No, he actually had no interest in the subject, but he also didn’t know very much about collage and so his options were extremely limited. The other few subjects that came to mind sounded ungodly boring (things like medicine and literature) and considering how long he’d been alive, this one seemed the easier to bullshit if necessary.
They didn’t have much more time to talk before they were in a room with better lighting and at a table which looked like it had had a few bottles of alcohol spilled onto it, and if the cups were any indication the table would be suffering even more abuse. ”Ready when you are.” he nodded at Willow, looking over the set up on the table and trying to figure out exactly what they were going to be doing. Yes. Because he had no idea what they were doing. But he’d wing it and watch and in a few rounds he’d be getting accused of hustling (at least, that’s how it usually went) Garrett picked things up very quickly. He also happened to pick up on the look that Willow was giving him. Probably the eyes. It usually was. Of course, catching her staring Garrett did what any guy with an ample amount of confidence would do and gave her a very charming ‘I totally know you’re staring but that’s fine’ smile. Turning his attention back on the table, the two people on the other side threw their balls towards them. One splashed inside a cup and the other bounced off the table. Garrett picked it up and handed it to Willow.
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Post by WILLOW CARMICHAEL on Aug 1, 2013 1:04:42 GMT -5
just keep... [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/PostTemplate%20Requests/AlexPostThings/846_L.jpg); border: solid #ff00b4 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #ff00b4 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;][/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #27d9ff; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Gare-bear! /// CHECK THE THREADS
“Well that’s an awesome name!” Willow exclaimed and giggled. “Though I would like to give you a nickname. I give them to all my friends! How about…Gare-bear?!” Willow grinned up at him hopefully. Even though she was drunk, Willow still attempted to put on the charm. It may not be as effective as it normally was, but she was still being a charming individual. Then again Willow wasn’t the type not to be charming. She liked people and enjoyed people’s company. “History, really? How do you keep all those dates straight? Or even stay awake in class? Hey! Maybe you could recommend a good history teacher. I need to take a history class for an elective to graduate. It’s so stupid, no offense!” Willow didn’t want to insult her new friend right off the bat. Yes they were already friends. That’s how fast Willow was and how she was so popular in school. She made friends fast and kept them for a long time. But history? It was just so much to remember, with dates and such. Not to mention most of it was boring. Willow loved the medieval and ancient Greek/Roman history. But American history and anything after the Renaissance was boring. More boring laws were put in place and less people got tortured. The Gods form into one…okay that happens before then. But people start to get more annoying with it. Plus why do we even need to learn history? Clearly nobody learns from it. If we did there wouldn’t be any wars and our society wouldn’t be going to hell. But that is the end of that rant.
Will winked at him as she watched the game start and watched the other two take their shots. She grinned at Garrett when he handed her the ball. She quickly threw it and made it into the cup. Getting the ball back. The other ball was thrown towards their side and completely missed. Willow bent down and handed Garrett one of the two balls. Willow threw her ball and once again it made into a cup. Well that was unexpected. Willow was pretty tipsy; she was shocked at making those shots. Generally she didn’t make them sober. Willow was a swimmer. She wasn’t into any sports involving balls. And wasn’t any good at them. So for her to make the last two shots was pretty remarkable. Though it kept her from drinking which was a little depressing. Then again Willow was drinking regardless of the shots she made and such. This was a party after all! She took a couple sips of her jungle juice before realizing that she didn’t have much left. So she chugged the rest and began sipping out of the second drink she managed to grab before joining the game. “So what made you come to Seattle for school? Couldn’t possibly be for the scenery.” Willow had to move to La Push due to the fact that it was the only place her and her older brothers could afford a house. And Seattle was the closest school that gave the best scholarships. She was getting some money for swimming and the rest was for her at home situation. Also known as dead parents, youngest child in the family, and an army child. Will didn’t always get along with her strict military father but his reputation and status did have its benefits.
~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 566
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: sorry its short!
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: GET THE PARTY STARTED ~ P!nk
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