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Post by catherine rosa macarthur on May 25, 2012 17:16:33 GMT -5
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Catherine Rosa Macarthur, the purple haired eighteen year old. She was pleasant to be around, especially those rare moments when all she wanted to do was chill. But today all she wanted to do was have fun and on the tour, she's been taking pictures of back stage, in between sets and some of them on stage and putting them up on her computer and saving them on a flash drive that she bought just for this job. She didn't want to be at home anymore, she graduated highschool and was going to attend an online college to get a degree in what she was doing already. Yes, it could get complicated but she wasn't in a relationship for it to complicate that way, she needed a little temptations. She did her job for the day before coming back in her room to take undress and pick out her bikini and a sundress as a cover, then slipped on her flip flops and picked up a pony tail and went to the top floor where it was the pent house with a underground pool that was filled with balloons.
She walked over to the bar and picked up a glass of Vodka and downed it, then a glass of whiskey and a few drinks later. Cat found herself on the edge of the pool with her dress stripped and her shoes removed with her legs kicking back and forth in the water.
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Post by gatsby oscar tanner on Aug 8, 2012 11:46:29 GMT -5
empty pockets tell the stories...
Gatsby Tanner was sitting at the pool with a giant jug filled with mojito. There was something so satisfying about mojitos. Maybe it was that rum, lime and mint were three of Gatsby’s favourite thing. Maybe it was because it was so fizzy or so refreshing. It didn’t matter. Gatsby was perfectly happy. He had spent the previous night partying and now he was on the come down from cocaine. What better way to avoid a hangover than continuing to drink. A girl with bright coloured hair approached the bar and Gatsby watched her. This girl looked pretty young. There was no way they were going to serve her. But they did. Gatsby rolled his eyes, the hypocrisy of this country. It had been legal for him to drink for two whole years in the UK and all of a sudden, in America, he was one year short. It didn’t matter, he was good at pretending to be older than he was and they were good at pretending they didn’t know. Girls always got served, especially pretty girls. Gatsby continued to drink and observed her as she progressively got more and more tipsy. She ended up sitting by the pool with her feet in the water. Gatsby, by this stage, was quite drunk. He went over to the bar, ordered another jug of mojito for forty bucks. He wandered over to where she was sitting and sat down beside her, dipping his legs in the water even though he hadn’t rolled up his trouser legs, “Whatcha doin’?” He asked her with a lopsided, drunken smile.
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Post by catherine rosa macarthur on Aug 8, 2012 14:12:31 GMT -5
She was currently sipping on her drink, as she found herself kicking her legs in the pool since that's as far as she could go. The closest thing that she could get in water was a bathtub for her fear of water and drowning. Even if she didn't get served by the bartender, she always could have flashed her fake ID that looked pretty real since she had made it herself. She was pretty geeky, at times and knew how to make some documentation that could come in handy, if she got herself in a bind.
Her classes on her online school was nearly impossible not to get anything but an A on them. She was told that she was going to have an easy semester, but she tended to party hard, it was a good thing that she didn't party as often as most think that she would do. When she saw movement beside her, she didn't realize that in her mind, she had already said a quick prayer that he wouldn't push her in. Luckily for her, she was in the shallow end but she would flip out, about her being in the water.
She could smell the alcohol on his breathe, but figured he was way more gone than she was. "Kicking the water, and you?" she answered him, as she first caught a glimse of the guy. She had to go into her head for it to register that he was in a band, and she was a photographer for anyone that scheduled sets with her.
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Post by gatsby oscar tanner on Aug 9, 2012 6:32:59 GMT -5
never gonna catch tomorrow
Gatsby began drinking his mojito through an extra-long straw, slurping and blowing bubbles. He drank quickly and burped loudly when he finished. He grinned loudly at the girl beside him who was continuing to kick her legs. “Swimming!” He replied, jumping into the pool fully clothed with his jug held above his head. Since it was the shallow end of the pool it hardly reached his navel but he sat on the ground and began to drink again. “Sir! You need to get out of the pool. You must be wearing swimwear to swim in the pool!” A member of staff shouted, coming to the edge of the pool and holding out his hand. Gatsby started to laugh and pointed at the girl he had been sitting beside, “She pushed me!” He laughed loudly. He handed his jug to the pool staff and climbed out to sit beside the girl again. The pool staff handed him his jug and Gatsby resumed his life as it already was. Gatsby turned to the girl and smiled at her, “Sorry about that, I’m Gatsby.” He said, holding out a sopping wet hand and smiling warmly. The other hand held his jug up high enough so that he could drink from his extra-long straw. He held his jug between his thighs and ran his hand through his soaking locks, shaking his head like a dog and then turning to smile at her.
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Post by catherine rosa macarthur on Aug 12, 2012 20:04:31 GMT -5
Catherine carefully watched his movements, and figured that she would classify his act as a small dose from his intoxication. It made her let out a soft giggle, she brushed the small amount of bangs that she had behind her ear, as she listened to him reply that he was there for swimming. She lifted an eyebrow, "Don't hurt yourself, Dory." she said, calling him the blue fish on 'Finding Nemo'. She noticed that his height put the water at his navel, which entertained her thoughts only for a moment, before she took another sip of her alcoholic drink.
Her eyes moved to a staff member, and she almost shooed him away when she heard him blamming her for the fact that he was in there. She playfully rolled her eyes when then watched him get out and sit beside her, once more. And she watched the staff member walk away. She let out a yawn, but she was more bored than she was tired.
Cat heard him tell her sorry, she did a light nod, "It's fine, I'm Catherine, I usually go by Cat." she said, introducing herself and took his hand in hers, giving it a light nod before letting go. She gave him a sweet smile in return, then took yet another sip of her drink. "So what brings you here?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation going. And she noticed him shaking his head like a wet dog, which made her let out a small giggle.
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Post by gatsby oscar tanner on Aug 13, 2012 4:31:05 GMT -5
i've been a bad boy and it's plain to see
Gatsby nodded his head repeatedly and repeated her name under his breath. His mojito found its way back into his mouth and he began noisily slurping the beverage. He drummed his fingers on the side of his jug and turned to give her a bright smile, “Well hello there Cat!” He exclaimed loudly. Her smile seemed so sweet and innocent, he almost felt like his presence was tainting her. He didn’t really care. “What brings you here?” She asked him. Gatsby frown and wondered what had originally inspired him to come here, he realised this was the perfect opportunity to slip in that he was in a band, “Well,” he started with a theatrical sigh, “I’m actually travelling with the tour that’s here. I’m a drummer in a band. It gets a bit hectic being so famous all the time, you know?” To say Gatsby enjoyed his fame was really an understatement. He loved being recognised and revered. He slurped his beverage and shook it, realising it was almost empty, he turned to Cat and pointed to her drink, “What are you having?” He asked her, “It’s time for some more!” A member of staff passed by with towels and Gatsby ordered two more drinks. “So what brings you here then?” He asked draining his last drink and setting it precariously close to the edge of the pool.
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