mallory jane detroj
LOWER CLASS.
student, junior, stripper,
played by lena. [/font][/center][/i]
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Post by mallory jane detroj on Jan 31, 2013 0:00:38 GMT -5
 one...two...three....four...she counted her spins maticulously. she could only get to seven, but still. it was getting harder and harder to keep her form with every spin. after getting to six uniform spins, mallory stopped and held her arms out to catch her balance. standing for a few seconds, she caught her breath and pulled her feet in. she lifted her heels from the ground and faced the ocean. she was now en pointe, going into a pose that she held for a good sixty seconds before dropping down and sitting at the edge of the pier. her feet swung through the water and made little swooshing noises. MALLORY |
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Post by naomi5 on Jan 31, 2013 15:05:04 GMT -5
[/IMG] so much hate for the ones we love TAG: MAL OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: LALA.
jace was sitting on the beach, absentmindly staring around. he had been in a bit of a dry spell lately - his muse had severely been lacking lately and it made him unhappy. if there was one thing in the world that he loved to do, it was to draw. his eyes gazed around and then he noticed the girl spinning. he eyed her curiously for a moment before he reached into his satchel and pulled out a pad and pencil, doing his best to try and capture her as she spun. he found her enticing and he stared at her intently, managing to do an outline of her frame when she stood in her pose. that would make things a whole lot easier for him. he took roughly ten minutes to finish his drawing and he walked over to her. "excuse me miss?"
tell me that we both matter dont we [/center]
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mallory jane detroj
LOWER CLASS.
student, junior, stripper,
played by lena. [/font][/center][/i]
Posts: 76
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Post by mallory jane detroj on Jan 31, 2013 17:35:37 GMT -5
after thoroughly soaking her feet to the point that they were forming raisin creases, mallory started to take in her surroundings. in front of her was a lovely ocean that went as far as the eye could see and of course farther even. she didn't know where it lead because she had never been good at geography and oceans were especially hard for her to remember. the water is all connected, why not just call it The Ocean? but then again who was going to listen to a twenty something year old about renaming the ocean? moments into her daydream about The Ocean, mallory was interrupted by a soft voice from behind. she blushed immediately. would she have to talk, would he laugh at her accent? god, social interaction was so terribly hard! "um sorry, am i in your way?" she managed to slip out of her mouth. she was red on her cheeks and she couldn't stop fidgeting with her hands. of course she wasn't in his way, she was at the edge of the pier. where did he have to get to from the edge of the pier? MALLORY |
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Post by naomi5 on Jan 31, 2013 17:44:54 GMT -5
[/IMG] so much hate for the ones we love TAG: MAL OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: LALA.
jace couldn't help but admire her - she was the most beautiful woman he had seen since coming to america. he had never felt like he wanted to draw or spend so much time with a person. he kind of felt like a creep thinking about that, but he tried not to let it get to him. he would try and be a normal person while he talked to her.... if he could manage to do that. he wasn't sure for the simple fact that he took her breath away. as she spoke, he picked up her accent and a small smile formed on the corners of his mouth. "french, i assume?" he asked, letting his british accent out quite happily. "actually, though, i wanted to talk to you.. i know this may sound a little weird, but i think you're beautiful and i kind of well.. i drew you. i'm an artist, you see" he said, pulling out his sketchpad and showing her the beautiful drawing of her stuck in her pose. "i was uh wondering if you would let me draw some more... i promise i'm not a creep or anything"
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mallory jane detroj
LOWER CLASS.
student, junior, stripper,
played by lena. [/font][/center][/i]
Posts: 76
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Post by mallory jane detroj on Jan 31, 2013 18:00:26 GMT -5
was he for real? she couldn't quite tell. he was really trying to pull some moves on her, she could tell. but really, why her. she wasn't all that special and after a few seconds of conversation with her, he would probably walk away from her shaking his head at her terrible social skills. "yeah, um, paris. but uh, sure. i guess. will it interfere with my practice?" she said looking up at him from the spot that she sat in. he was fumbling through a bound stack of paper, it looked as if he was a complete mess, but maybe it wasn't just a mess. he pulled a piece of paper with a rough sketching of a woman who was in an almost perfectly uniform en pointe. it was beautiful really. MALLORY |
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