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Post by cassidy on Aug 15, 2011 4:34:31 GMT
Cassidy walked to the Steaming Beans coffee shop with her hands in her leather jackets pockets. It was normal for her to feel like having a cup of coffee at seven o’clock in the morning, but not a three in the afternoon. Nevertheless, she had a craving, and the best place she knew in town was Steaming Beans. She liked it there. It had a cozy feeling to it, but the only bad part was how long the line usually was. hopefully though more people would be at work than waiting in line for coffee at three on a Thursday. Thinking of work made her really think about getting a job. Perhaps she could work at the pub? She did know the owner, so it might not be too difficult to do. He liked her well enough, too. Maybe she could work at the coffee shop. Even though she didn’t know the owner there, she was charismatic and friendly. She could probably easily get a job there.
Cassidy walked into the coffee shop and noticed that there were about five people in front of her. She sighed to herself and stood in line. The young woman in front of her turned around when she heard the door open and smiled. Cassidy politely smiled back. It took approximately seven minutes to reach the front of the line. “Um, a medium peppermint mocha cappuccino and…a birthday cake pop?” she smiled at the guy behind the counter who looked like he was around thirty years old. This economy was such a bitch that a guy his age had to work at some small coffee shop. It was sad, but at least he had a job.
Cass paid and waited off to the side with her hands resting comfortably in her pockets. Finally the guy called her order out and she grabbed her drink and her cake pop. “Thanks.” She said with a smile. she walked over to a love seat that sat in one of the back corners and set her drink down on the small table in front of her. She ate her cake pop before touching her coffee. “Mmm.” She said and sighed in satisfaction. Damn they could make a fine cup of coffee.
Cassidy crossed her right leg over her left and began swinging it lightly as she looked around at the people in the shop. There seemed to be almost zero empty seats in the crowded place, so she was glad she was able to get the love seat to herself. However, if someone chose to sit by her, she would definitely not try to make them leave.
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Post by remy on Aug 16, 2011 4:35:42 GMT
 YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL[/color][/font] and you've seen it all[/center] The steaming beans. Oh incredibly cheesy of a name. Remy peered over at the big sign, very fancy like with a coffeecup next to it. It acutally wasn't one of his favorite places to be. Times this place was busy was so loud and nerve racking that he was ready to leave as soon as he walked in the door. At the same time, it was the reason why he went at this time of day. Another time of day, he was sure there would be a line out the door. Looking in the window at first glance, there was one person who he couldn't see in line. That seemed perfect. Remy didn't really enjoy coffee all that much, but he did have to admit that it worked. All he had to do was down it fast or take a little sip at times. Most of the time, he had to go with the option of chugging it considering that he was probably on a hunt with little time on his hands. At that moment, however, he felt the soothing relaxing feeling of time. He could take his time with the bitter tasting liquid.
His navy eyes scanned the room, out of haibt of always being prepared for what might like to appear in front of him. Once he saw that the sign was clear, as there was only a couple of people in there, he walked to the corner without a second glance over his shoulder. Remy knew that he needed to at least act like he was being casual about things. Looking over the shoulder every ten seconds probably wasn't the way to give the proper impression. Since he didn't really have strength on his side, he had to rely on the quick and cleverness that he was able to take out. Lure them in like that of a siren. Though sirens were the only thing in the bloody world that didn't seem real, he couldn't compare himself to much else. It's what he did. His job was to seduce. The hardest part of his job, he found, was telling if someone was in the unnatural part of the world or not. Sometimes, signs showed that it was obvious. Other times, the only clue was if someone said something. Usually, he didn't kill unless he was one hundred percent sure. To kill an innocent human life would be terrible. So far, he had been correct.
A pretty burnette was at the counter, smiling at him and asking him what he wanted. Just out of habit and good practice, he made a flirty smile back, using a very soft slur of words to tell the coffeeshop girl what he wanted. For a moment, she looked dazed, almost memorized, but then she seemed to snap out of her blur and called it to the man. Once his gaze set on the man in there, the flirty look on hsi face vanished before him. He turned around and waited for his simple order, spotting his eyes on someone he couldn't believe that he didn't notice before when he stepped in. Her dark hair reflecting nicely off of flawless skin as a gentle smile crossed her face. It was the perfect setting. The coffeeshop had sort of a cabin feel to it. The perfect stranger in her loveseat with the sun beaming on the beautiful features on her face. Remy was dazzled but how many features seem to brighten at him. Even from afar, this truely was an amazing woman. He hoped that this image wasn't going to be ruined when he got upclose. Yes, Remy was going in.
He turned his head and looked to see that the man handed him his ordered beverage, and Remy's direction and attention went straight toward the woman at the end of the coffeeshop. His stride long as his blonde hair fell a little bit in his face. Once he got closer, his pace slowed and became more light and delicate. Most of Remy's actions were those of gentle and quick movements. It was a surpring trait in a hunter, but the shocking surprise was one of his greatest weapons. Along side with the knife that was beating against his thigh as he walked, over course. With a swing of his head, he sat across from her, smiling as he did so. Almost like the one he had shown the burnette in front, but it was much easier, more like the Remy that many people didn't see. This smile usually came out more when he saw something he wanted. Something he seemed like he craved at that moment.
With that grand smile at his hand, he slipped into the Cajun accient he wore so well, thicker than what he had used in quite a while. "Chu looked like you needed soom company cherie" He said, hoping that she could understand him. Most of the time, he was pretty good at control how much of that came out, but that had been so thick, he might as well flown in from New Orleans that day. He was going to have to slow up a little bit so that she wasn't asking 'what?' the entire time. As he waited for an answer, he hoped silently that nothing was going to ruin this image of her. Up close had been what he expected. Her eyes dark in color, but they were full of light and brightness. Remy's dark blue eyes were defintally memorized by the image for a moment. It had been a while since he met someone that matches this beauty. I'M THE KINDA GUY [/color][/size] you ain't ever seen before[/font] [/center] |
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Post by cassidy on Aug 21, 2011 9:35:19 GMT
 Cassidy looked around the crowded coffee shop looking for someone she knew, or someone that could possibly keep her entertained. In her head she was playing a soft tune because the music in the café was pretty boring and dull. On her lap, her fingers played an imaginary piano. She never really knew why she played on the invisible piano when she thought up music. It was always like that though, and it sort of helped her music muse flow. It was an upbeat tune that flowed from her fingertips smoothly. She would have to remember it for later so that she could maybe write some lyrics to it, too. Lyrics were never as easy to write as the melody and harmonies of a song, but she managed to create a few good songs. Well, other people had said they were good, but she thought they were just alright most of the time. She never let a compliment go unnoticed though, and really appreciated them.
She noticed a tall blond man walk into the Steaming Beans. He looked around like he was looking for someone in particular, but apparently didn’t see whoever it was and got coffee. When he looked over at her, she looked away instinctively. A little smile spread across her face and she took a sip of her coffee to hide it. He was definitely attractive. Cassidy began the tune again in her head. She was pleased to soon see the same tall blonde sit across from her in one of the only open seats in the small coffee shop. When he spoke, it was a think Cajun accent, and she had to listen carefully to what he said. "You're very right. I did need some company." she chuckled and sipped her coffee.
Suddenly she was thankful for those three long years of French class. He called her ‘cherie’ so she figured he could speak French, too. She continued to swing her foot back and forth slowly. “Vous êtes de la Louisiane alors? Je dois dire que votre anglais est un peu moins de parfaite, mais votre accent est vraiment intéressante. Et j'espère vous dérange pas que mon français, mais il semble que vous parlez sans doute un peu mieux. Sinon, n'hésitez pas à me dire ainsi.” She gave the blond a smile and couldn’t help a small chuckle. She figured he would be able to speak French, and if not, she would be surprised. Most Cajuns were able to speak some French, so she assumed he was the same. She didn’t really care if he didn’t though, she didn’t mind repeating herself. Especially for someone so damn good looking.
Cassidy had always wanted to go to the South. New Orleans in particular would be an amazing journey. They had so much to do. One thing was Mardi Gras. She really wanted to go to Mardi Gras one year. She bet she could get a lot of beads, because she wouldn’t be shy in showing her boobs off to people. Really she never understood why people were so afraid to show off their bodies. Anyways, New Orleans was one of the music capitols of the entire country. Jazz, the Blues, hell Bourbon Street was basically the place to go if you wanted music all around you. It was thirteen blocks of absolute glory.
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Post by remy on Aug 28, 2011 1:16:36 GMT
YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL [/color][/font] and you've seen it all[/center] Remy proved not to be disappointed. He was afraid that the accent had been too heavy, but she seemed to listen carefully and knew exactally what he said, which made him smile. Remy's smiles wern't exactally rare, but they were something to look at. His pale features and navy eyes seemed to light up the entire room when an acutal smile appeared across his face. Every feature about her so far seemed perfect. This had only been in the very small moments that he had seen her with the very few words he spoke. Remy was usualy quick to come to personality conclusions. The rest of it had to be clarified to figure out supernatural or not. Remy found that he was always on the job. No matter what, he was going to ahve to be constantly aware and looking around to make sure something was creeping up on the shadows to appear out of no where. It was nerve racking and exhasting.
The thought of not even bothering to figure it out with this lovely woman occured to him. The other thought about having sex with a supernatural and not being able to take care of the best in the end bothered him. If he knew that she was one, then he couldn't just plainly ignore it. He had seen too much to just let her go. The thought of killing her though was heartbreaking. She just seemed so incredibly perfect, even taking in the mind tricks of the supernatural. It would just be something he couldn't do. Coming to a final desicion, he decided that he wouldn't look for her to be one. However, if something incredilby obvious came up, like somewhere under her dark eyes lay hidden purple ones, he was going to have to do the dirty deed. If it wasn't obvious, then he wasn't going to try to clarify and figure it out. It was too exhasting and every once in a while, he would just like to talk to someone without being skeptical of their ever move.
It was decided in his stubborn mind and it made him relax even more. Now all he was going to have to watch was how thick his accent rolled. When he was relaxed as much as he was, it was easy to slip down to what was barely understandable. Quite an accomplisment for someone that had only been in New Orleans for a part of his life. He blinked at her French, delightfully surprised at her. He translated it quickly and laughed softly a bit. He supposed that first impression showed that English wasn't his first language. With that hard to understand Cajun slipping through. The only reason he knew of the language was how often he had to speak it. He had his own buisness and took some classes. Between the classes and the many number of people speaking around him, it caught on quickly. He spoke about as much French as English, he felt with the neighborhood he lived in. Perhaps it hadn't been like that in all parts of the city but he hadn't ventured very far.
The hard part of French that he still struggled with was from knowing if he was speaking French of English. He also spoke French with quite an American accent, so it seemed to all contradict itself. What he meant to reply in English he now replied in French just because it had been spoken to him in that tounge, "En fait, ma première langue est l'anglais. J'ai déménagé à la Nouvelle-Orléans pour commencer une nouvelle vie là-bas. Il est presque impossible de se déplacer là-bas sans connaître certains. Suis-je parler avec une fille Cajun aussi?" He asked, teasing a little bit with a light laugh at the end. As he spoke he still gained the same soft easy tone that was light enough for a feather to gently land on. It was deep, and with his speaking he had realized he was speaking the wrong language when he said 'cajun'. With a half smile, looking down, he shook his head at himself, "I must apologize yet again." He said in a light cajun accent then that he walked over. "I find it difficult to keep dem straight."
Sipping the drink he ordered, he tilted his head at her a little bit, letting the blonde hair fall slightly into his features. Just a couple of strands, as most of it was slicked back. He took a moment to study her features again, remembering the coolness and almsot melody part of her voice. As if she could be some sort of singer. The melodic tone in the way the words just flowed out of her really settled his flustered mind, making him even relax more. Oh, he felt like he had to get her. He just had to. If he couldn't somehow get her, he was going to be extremely disappointed in himself. Putting a bit of a smile on, without thinking about it, started rubbing his wrist. On his wrist was a tattoo of an elephant. Ever since he got it, that had been just a habit of relaxation. As if it had some sort of special power. Looking at her arms, he saw that she too had quite a bit scarred on her. "They're rather beauitful." He told her with a flirty smile, taking about her tattoos, they could be very much categorized with her in general. I'M THE KINDA GUY [/color][/size] you ain't ever seen before[/font] [/center] |
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Post by cassidy on Aug 30, 2011 4:49:17 GMT
Cassidy bit her lower lip at his French. She sipped her coffee to hide her small blush. This blond haired boy, or man rather, seemed very flirty indeed. She was very glad she came to the coffee shop. Usually the Steaming Beans wasn’t somewhere she would go to meet people because most of the time she never actually met anyone, but it seemed to have proved her wrong. It seemed like you just had to have the perfect timing when going somewhere. Usually Cassidy was good on timing everything well. She always knew the right times to go to the bar or the club. She would still probably never come here to meet people. Most of the time people at coffee shops and cafés were either prudes, stuck up bitches, groups of people, or students trying to work on assignments. None of them were usually up for doing something or someone. She didn’t like to hang out with people that weren’t up for having fun. She was too much of a “party girl” to ever not just get up and just dance on a table or something. Actually she hadn’t danced on a table in weeks. She would have to change that soon.
But this Cajun seemed like the opposite. He was oh so sexy with his longish blond hair and pouty lips. Those lips were made for saying dirty things into a girl’s ear. Jeez. She was getting turned on just by this guy’s mouth. Usually it took more than five minutes within meeting someone to get at least a little turned on. But damn he was absolutely gorgeous. She blinked a few times as she translated his words in her head and getting out of her little daze. “I’m not Cajun. And you don’t have to apologize for anything.” She smiled at him again. “I bet New Orleans was great.” she said. “Did you go to Mardi Gras?” she asked thinking again about how amazing it would be. She felt like just getting up and going on a road trip. She wondered if she could. She did have a car, and she did have money for gas. It was a matter of finding someone to go with.
She figured he would be interesting to talk to since he had lived in New Orleans, but damn she wanted to just take him to bed right now, too. Cassidy tried to contain herself and her obvious arousal by swinging her leg again. She put her drink on the table and ran her hand up her thigh to rest it in her lap. She smiled at him and chewed the inside of her lip. This was already a very interesting day. Hopefully it would get even better.
Cassidy was used to having guys being interested in her, but the way this one looked at her just made her knees quiver. Maybe it was because she hadn’t had any sex in a little while. The last time she was interested in a guy at the bar, he turned her down. Even though it kind of hurt, the guy was kind of a huge asshole, so she wasn’t that bothered by it. She ended up going back to her friend Steve’s apartment anyways, so it was an alright night. Still, she would have liked to have had some sex with that sexy blue eyed man. Oh well, now she had other things in her mind.
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Post by remy on Sept 4, 2011 2:07:13 GMT
YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL [/color][/font] and you've seen it all[/center] The wonder to see if she was a supernatural crossed his mind again, but he pushed it away. Perhaps it was because this girl seemed too incredibly perfect to be able to be a human being. Supernatural's mind tricks made others believe that they were perfect, so it made sense. That had to be the only sign he could spot though. There was nothing incredibly supernatural about her. Remy could never really fully tell unless it was one of the very obvious signs of one. He really just wished that they would all wear some sort of brand mark so that he knew what to go after, but that was far too easy for life to throw that part at him wasn't it? It would be too simple. Everything in life had to make everything else in it somehow so extremely complicated that he was having to think his way through anything. At the same time, it was thinking that made him as good at the job he was. He would still have to play and watch them anyway.
Her accient clearly wsan't Cajun, but he figured he'd at least ask since she seemed to be so easy to play her words. It was also impossible to tell when saying a different language. Remy got his accents confused. He did a French with an American but often did an American with a French. He could slip back into his regular mode, but it was easier if he just let it flow so easily out of his mouth. It was also nice to keep it so when he returned back to his home, he would have something to come by. Though he wasn't sure when he was going to be leaving Manuka. He left New Orleans because the pickings became slim around where he was at. His buisness was still technically running, so he'd have to go and visit it when he could, but overal, this was his new home. Manuka's population of supernatural species was something that he was terrified about.
Mardi Gras. Surprisingly, though it generally wasn't Remy's thing, he had been there. There was something about the culutre feel around him when he had attended. Like it he was flowing apart of in a way of a different person. It was amazing how many people didn't look noticable in masks. An interesting style masquerade. "I 'ave." He grinned, "Not a lot of people dake interest in dat. It's quite impressive." Even though in all terms, it was basically a giant party. Since he wasn't nessasarly a party person, the term didn't leave a positive impression when he said it. Though he figured it being more of a classy party. Yes, that was it. For some reason, everything was just better classical. There was no general reason for it. It had to be some form of mental solution. Mental solutions worked as well as anything else, he found.
Most people in this time (he thought this as if he were an old man) didn't even know what the Mardi Gras was. They looked at it and pronounced it on how it sounded. Like Marty. And Grass. It was a small pet peeve of him to see so much ignorance in a society. No wonder people didn't know about the world around them. They could barely figure out what they were suppose to know. Remy didn't really learn much in school, but he knew from his own time and experiences what things meant. It was as if he had taught himself all throughout high school and just slept through the classes. Remy did like the learn new information as long as it seemed to benfiit him in some way. It was one of the things that made him have such a buisness aspect of it all. Looking at the stranger again, he saw that she did have a brillant smile. As noted before. "I"m Remy." He said, a very French name (on accident of course). He was tired of thinking of this beauitful figure as a stranger. He wanted to put a name and face on it. Something that he was going to have to remember if the rest of this all planned the way he wanted it to. Remy was almost starting to think ahead of himself, but he didn't want to seem arrogant in his work. He was no where near humble, of course, but he knew himself enough to know that his many flaws uncovered quite a few things. I'M THE KINDA GUY [/color][/size] you ain't ever seen before[/font] [/center] |
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Post by cassidy on Sept 29, 2011 4:06:32 GMT
Remy seemed like a decent guy. And very attractive. She liked his rather messy hair and his vibrant eyes. He strangely reminded her of Colby but with blond hair and a Cajun accent. Still there was something odd about him. He seemed like a perfect gentleman, but there was just something that stuck out about him. Perhaps it was that he had looked around the coffee shop like he was looking for someone that might be a nuisance. Still, what or who would come to a coffee shop to harass people. Even supernaturals wouldn’t come here for such havoc. Unless he was one of those odd supernaturals that liked that sort of thing. However, this young, very sexy looking man didn’t seem like a supernatural at all. He seemed almost too nice to be one. Although she had met nice supernaturals, most of the time they were somewhat major assholes. But hunters were no better. In fact she had met one just the other day at the pub that was a total egotistical jerk. And he just came out with the supernatural world like everyone knew about it. She couldn’t help but want to just scream at him for being such an idiot. He should have known that most humans don’t know about the supernatural world. If she hadn’t known about it she would have thought he was a crazy person.
“Not a lot of people take interest in Mardi Gras?” she asked laughing. Obviously people took interest in it because people traveled there from all over just to go. But they mostly only went to see all the girls showing their boobs or for the alcohol. Either way she wouldn’t mind having both. Cassidy wouldn’t call herself bisexual, but she sometimes took a liking to a girl or two. She had always preferred the men over the women. They just seemed to satisfy her better. Since they had all the right equipment. Cassidy could usually tell if someone would be more or less satisfactory in the sack, she just had to have a decent conversation with them first. Usually the more interactive they were and the more interested they were in actually knowing about her, the better they were in bed. It was a curious thing. But Cassidy didn’t mind going to bed with someone without a decent conversation either. She would hop into bed with the blonde sitting in front of her if he wanted. First of all, he spoke French which was a total turn on for her, and second of all, he was one of the best looking guys she had ever seen. Other than Colby, of course, but it was hard to match up to someone that she had loved. And still loved.
Cassidy smiled warmly at his name. “Remy. I like it.” She set her coffee on the table and leaned forward to extend her hand to shake his own. “I’m Cassidy. It’s nice to meet you.” She said. It was always fun meeting new people. She couldn’t remember the last time she had met someone not worth meeting, other than the hunter who had blurted out that he was a hunter in a bar. She was still surprised that he hadn’t gotten his ass kicked by the other men in the bar. Perhaps because of his size. Anyways, other than him, everyone she had met seemed to bring something to the table. Even a spider obsessed Trace who could barely dance with her without getting a little aroused. He was by far one of the most adorable kids she had ever met. And he was so nice and awkward which was just the most adorable part about him. Cassidy noted Remy’s confidence which was almost the opposite of Trace. There were just so many people that she was attracted to. It was both a good and bad thing, but she liked to think of it as more of a good
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Post by remy on Oct 1, 2011 18:37:05 GMT
YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL [/color][/font] and you've seen it all[/center] Cassidy noted that there was a lot of people who went over there to celebrate in it, which Remy wasn't sure was true or not. There were a lot of visitors, but in a perspective to the world, it wasn't quite a bit. From what he had heard in his own business, the Mardi Gras was too classical for others. It was a giant party where they were was festive and drink. It was the drink that was most popular within the unit. Remy didn't drink for many reasons. Among them if he ran into something that he was going to have to take care of. Alcohol was something that he sometimes relied on in order to go through with the job he had to do, but he would never again touch a piece of alcohol to his lips. That had been the stupidest choice he had ever made in what he felt was his entire life. Why people decided to make it on a daily basis he never knew. Human nature really wasn’t on his list of specialties.
His head turned curiously toward her as she said it as if it were common. It was easy to think that way the way others seemed to obsess about it. After being in New Orleans for a long time, most of the people of the country didn’t even know what the Madri Gras was. ”No one else I’ve met has ‘ad the interest you do. Besides locals in New Orleans.” He added, wanting to clarify that clearly the people that were around him. It was probably a love hate situation. Who knew. Remy was starting to ease him off of his guard a little bit talking to her, which was actually very dangerous. However, it seemd that he was easier talking when she ended up laughing. Though he wasn't completely unaware, but he was less aware. He figured this out when he looked over to see somene he hadn't noticed come in. It was very clear this girl wasn't supernatural. She couldn't be. She was too perfectly formed to be. For her not to be would completely baffle him. Remy knew that he should have trusted most of his human instincts. With Jude, the first thing that came to mind was those human instincts. HE had no other proof than that, but in the end he had been right.
Remy was a very 'New Orleans' type of name, which was interesting to think that he got that name before he moved here. It was as if his parents knew where he was going to go. Sometimes he thought it would be easier saying that he was born there instead of having to explain it all, but having to lie seemed too casual. It did bother him how much he has to smooth in a lie. Remy never liked that, even when saying it to a supernatural. It was almost as if he were a bad as they were. He really respected trust. Trust and loyality to another human. It was required in his job to keep who he realy was as a secret, constantly havin to watch what he did to make sure one slip up didn't kill him. It was exshasting. Times like these he felt relaxed and able to sit back in his chair without making any form of a nervous habit.
He had to force himself to pay attention at least a little bit. He came into the coffeeshop on buisness and it would be foolish of him to just loose all control. Just a litlte bit. Remy wanted this girl. His craving was starting to kick in the more he was looking and hearing her soft voice echo in his sensitive ears. Oh, this was torturous to him. He wasn't sure if she was even that kind of person, which he really didn't shun her if he wasn't. Remy didn't enjoy the fact that he needed it like some form of drug. He would short tempered without it. If he could go back into his high school years, he probably would try to change that. It was his stress reliever, and in a sense, it was also some form of his job. Thats how he caught them. That's what he had to rely on. His seduction powers.
Cassidy. He whispered it to himself, just wanting to hear the name flow through his lips. Yes, brilliant. It flowed easily. Some names he had a hard time making it sound as gently as hers did. He took a gentle shake to her hand in greeting, being his usual gentle like self. One thing that he was known for was being graceful and gentle in everythign he did. Even in the kill, he was smooth and tried not to miss a beat. "Beautiful name. It fits." he said with the small flirty smile. So far this was all for a fun. If he discovered something about her, things would change, but again, he wasn't suspecting much from her. "What are you doing after this?" He asked with that large smile on his face. Yes, you could call this hitting on her. It didn't matter what it was called to him. There were those who waited, but Remy figured that if he didn't say it now than there would be a point where it would be too late for consideration or thought. I'M THE KINDA GUY [/color][/size] you ain't ever seen before[/font] [/center] |
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Post by cassidy on Oct 24, 2011 17:10:37 GMT
Cassidy was a music lover. It was what she did for fun, and what she could probably do for money, too. She had played at a few bars and at a few shows, but they weren’t as satisfying as playing the songs for herself. She liked the money, definitely, but she could get money from her parents if she really wanted it. She didn’t really have any trouble asking them for it because they liked to do it anyways. If it weren’t for them, she’d either be living at home, or would be homeless, so she was grateful to them. She loved her parents, but sometimes they were a little suffocating. They liked to always know where she was or who she was with, even though she was an adult living on her own in a big city. She couldn’t help but just wish they would back off a little. She knew, though, if she said that, their feelings would be hurt, so she couldn’t do that. The only time Cassidy ever felt bad about her huge blabber mouth was when it affected her parents. Other than that, she couldn’t give two fucks as to what someone thought about what she said or what people thought about it. It had always been that way, and she doubted there would be much changing in that. She was a hard girl to change. She wasn’t stubborn in her mind, but she didn’t want to change who she was. she liked herself well enough, and most people—the ones who weren’t sensitive to blunt personalities—seemed to like her, too. She was nice, sure, but she wouldn’t lie to your face just so you felt good about something. If your ass looked huge in the hideous pants you were wearing, she was going to tell you exactly that. Some people saw it as being a bitch, some people thought it was rude, but she thought it was right. Really, would you rather go feeling good, but looking like complete crap, or would you rather know your looking good and feel even better?
The fact that some people weren’t interested in Mardi Gras was completely new to her. Why anyone wouldn’t want to go to the biggest jazz party in the world that was celebrated like a holiday was so new to her. “Really?” she asked at his statement. “That’s crazy! All the girls flashing and stuff, and the guys-well, you know, they do it, too to get some beads. I bet I could get a lot of beads...” She laughed a little. Guys with man boobs, moobs as people liked to call them, were kind of unattractive to her. Not that she wouldn’t sleep with someone just because they had bigger boobs that her. Everyone deserved a little loving now and again. She just wouldn’t do it often. It was kind of gross having someone with bigger boobs than you that was a guy…you know… Anyways, she had never actually done it with a big guy, so she wouldn’t know. Oh wait, yes she had. A bouncer a the club. She had forgotten about him… He wasn’t that good.
Remy, however, seemed like he would be. His gorgeous hair, his nice looking body, and his hands. She had a little thing about hands. She liked long fingers and nice fingernails for some reason. Don’t ask her why, she just liked it. Trace had weird fingernails, but she over looked it. Cassidy smiled at him complimenting her name. His smile was so… mmm she bit her lip slightly and thought about his question. Actually there wasn’t much she thought that she could do. She could go somewhere or go back home and play some piano, but that didn’t seem like too much fun when there was a chance that she could spend some more time with Remy. She shrugged and shook her head. “I’m not doing anything actually.” She replied with a knowing smile. Oh even when she didn’t look for it she could get someone. What a confidence booster and it wasn’t even noon.
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