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Post by ♥Dancing Star♥ on Feb 9, 2006 23:41:04 GMT -5
Ashlee walked into Dukes, her lv purse close beside her.
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Post by Deamon Stormrage on Feb 9, 2006 23:48:54 GMT -5
Deamon was looking at a 2 liter bottle of Coke, pondering over wather to buy it or not. often he'd have to move out the way, letting others reach the fridge, than he'd return and started pondering again. He frowned, playing with his left lip ring as he put out a hand to the fridge door. He curled his fingers into a fist before garbbing the hadle and swinging the door open.
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Post by ♥Dancing Star♥ on Feb 10, 2006 0:02:04 GMT -5
She looked at the menu, finally choosing a strawberry smoothie.
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Post by Deamon Stormrage on Feb 10, 2006 0:05:48 GMT -5
He snatched the bottle and looked at it before swinging the fridge shut, he let his fringe fall into his right eye as he rumaged in his deep pocket and pulled out his wallet. holding the bottle under his arm he puleld the money needed out from the woallet and put it in his pocket. He went over to the counter, not picking upo his feet properly so they skidding slughtly on the ground. he put the bottle down and leaned on the counter, playing with themoney.
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Post by Fallen Angel on Feb 10, 2006 0:12:37 GMT -5
Catherine French walked into Duke's boredly. Her hair was hanging loose down her back walking in wearing a white tank and a pair of destrched levis. Over her levis was a lace wrap hanging on her hips. She held a white purse in one hand swinging it around. She had no clue what she wanted but she wanted somthing cold to drink and to be somwhere that has nothing to do with school.  |
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Post by Deamon Stormrage on Feb 10, 2006 0:19:08 GMT -5
Deamon pulled down the hem of his black jeans after he tucked in his laces and looked up, smiling a bit at the lady who had just appeared at the counter. He knew her well, mainly because he came here alot to buy two liter bottle of coke... for himself. She frowned, looking at the bottle than back at Deamon. Without a word, Deamon handed her the money, holding the neck of the bottle that contained the coke in wich will be gone in a matter of minutes. She lady handed Deamon his change. "thanks..." Deamon muttered, shoving the money in his pocket than pulling his black KoRn T'shirt over his red studded belt. The lady nodded. "Your gonna be sick after drinking so much coke every hour..." She said. Deamon smirked. "Thats the plan..." he said, smirking as he ripepd open the bottle and took a swing at the huge 2 liters of coke. The plan was to get so sick from coke he would have to skip school. The lady shook her head.
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Post by ♥Dancing Star♥ on Feb 10, 2006 0:20:47 GMT -5
Ashlee spotted Catherine and walked up to her. "Hey Cat!" she exclaimed.
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Post by Deamon Stormrage on Feb 10, 2006 0:24:17 GMT -5
Already he was half done. He drunk and chatted to the Lady while she served others who came in. Deamon played with his lip ring for a while and looked at the bottle, swirling the liquid inside before taking annother frew gulps. He turned from the counter as the lady served annother cutomer and looked around the place for anyone he might now. He looked at his Omnis, took a annothe gulp than looked back at the lady.
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Post by Black and Pink Fairy on Feb 12, 2006 17:47:36 GMT -5
Holly walked in, she had on a green army skirt, green tanktop, pink boa and black furry boots with pink silk on the sides. Her hair was down. She had a black purse in one hand and the other was swinging beside her.
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Post by Black and Pink Fairy on Feb 12, 2006 18:13:25 GMT -5
Holly looked around and grabbed a vanilla smoothie. She walked up to the counter and gave the girl 5 bucks. "There," she said boredly.
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Post by Deamon Stormrage on Feb 14, 2006 1:13:43 GMT -5
"argh!" He exclaimed, grabbing his hea.d The lady mearly smirked. "Brain freeze?" she asked, Deamon nodded, teeth bared. After his little incadent he lifted his hea,d pushing his hair from his face.
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Post by Layla Tahirah on Mar 6, 2006 20:36:07 GMT -5
Layla walked into Duke's with a slightly standoffish sigh. She had arrived in town only about a half hour ago, and she was incredibly thristy. It had been a long trip from her old home town, boring and it seemingly never ended until she fell asleep. Nausea still settled in the pit of her stomach. Layla despised planes. The turbulence made her sick, and of course, that had only ruined her cab ride from the airport. Layla flicked a dark curl from her brown eyes, tucking the loose strand behind her ear. She still wore her travelling attire. Slightly distressed jeans, a fitted black tee, and a black sweat shirt that zipped up with a metallic design of wings on the back.
She fumbled with her hood, finally adjusting it to sit below her neck. Layla carefully began to pace towards the counter. Many unfamiliar faces haunted the room, only making the nausea increase. After this, she would take a quiet walk in the woods until her apartment was ready for her to occupy. Layla sighed again, walking towards the counter and leaning against the glass of the see-through fridge. She grabbed a small water bottle, half-tossing it onto the surface.
She pulled out a few crumpled bills from her pocket, throwing them and thanking the woman working. Unscrewing the cap, she lifted the plastic to her lips, sucking back three quarters of the liquid in her first few gulps. Layla turned to face the guy beside her, looking over him with silent intrest. At least he didn't seem to be some kind of stuck up b**tard like who she had spoken with on the plane. Some people...
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