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Post by JACE AXELIA O'CONNER on Sept 6, 2011 17:07:48 GMT -5
  "I got the moooooo oooves like Jagger" the fiery red head bop and twist, hips moving with the song being played in her ears, iPod cranked to the max a she sing it out like there was no tomorrow. Some looked at her like she was mad, others like she was the best damn thing since sliced bread. Those who didn't approve were either A) cops, or B) parents of those adolescent teenagers who had landed in the drunk tank, disapproval written on their parents faces. A blonde's dad gave her a glare, and Conner gave him a glare right back, continuing on with swishing her hips around, hands raised above her head, baggy shirt falling off one shoulder, protruding collar bone and shoulder being shown to whomever was looking. A hand on her covered shoulder caught her by surprise and she skittered away from it like it was the plague, whipping around to face the intruder. She replace the look of horror with that of a mock sultry grin as she pull out her earbuds, "Officer Jimbo! My man, where have you beeeeen?" her voice drawn out and exaggerated, the Irish accent seeming to be at it's finest. He simply stare at her, then the bench, then back at her. She raise her hands in defense and danced her way over to it, plunking herself down. In all honesty, she had no idea what the officers name was. He was a little over weight, so Jimbo just kind of came to mind. No idea why really.
Speaking of no idea why, what was she doing here? She had been going about her business, dancing down the streets, swinging off poles, climbing up peoples fences and walking along them while shakin' her thang. What was the issue with that? She was having a good time, and then wham, put in a cop car for being "drunk in the eye of the public." She went along with it of course, shrugging her shoulders, not bothering to tell them she wasn't. Hell, it was a free ride closer to where she needed to be. Well, wanted to be is more accurate. So, here she was apparently, waiting to be tested or whatever it i that had to be done. And for a Sunday, this place was fairly busy, who would've thunk?
She turn to the person next to her, piercings and tattoos covering the guy as she stared in awe, short attention span already kicking in. "Oh my gosh! These are fantastic." She look at the exposed skin on his arms, avoiding actually reaching out to grab his arm and twist and turn it to fully inspect, the mere thought of touching someone putting jitters throughout her. The guy turn his pierced face her way, blunt stare as he pull up the arm opposite of her, handcuffs preventing him from bringing it any further. Conner simply just stare with doe like eyes and smile on her face, "Tres chic accessory, think I could get one too?" sarcasm coursing through her tone, though one could easily misjudge if for sincerity. The guy roll his eyes, evidently not fond of her humour. He truly was beautiful, and she all too suddenly had the urge to pull up her shirt and show all her markings. They could bond perhaps. She shrug and turn back, pushing the thought aside, starting to bounce one of her knees, putting her earbuds in once again, head bopping to the beat as she strum her fingers along her thighs. How long was this going to take? Flesh curtains cover her pale pools, staring into oblivion as the red head lightly hum her tunes. Experiment 101, commence.
[/blockquote] notes! She's a crazy bitch!
words! Very little
outfit! nekked!
music! Super bass :3
tag! errybody!
credit!
- Toastehh of Caution 2.0
- Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low
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Post by PAUL MICHAEL BRASS on Sept 14, 2011 14:37:17 GMT -5
What are friends for, if not to accompany you to the police station?
The young man took his time mounting the stairs to the station, reluctance showing in every step. He slouched, one hand on the railing, while another man stood by the doors, looking impatient.
"Are you coming?" The man at the doors asked, rubbing a hand over his buzzed brown hair. The leaner of the two, the one with the shock of blond hair spiked at the front, quirked a brow with a smirk.
"Are you kidding me? I'm not going to fucking hold your hand or something. You're the one they called." He was only here for some vague support for his buddy Scott, who had been called down to answer some questions about a break-in at his apartment. That, and he needed a ride downtown and didn't want to pay to take the bus.
With a grunt of annoyance Scott's burly frame disappeared between the doors, and Paul hopped up the last few steps, shoving his hands into his pockets and skirting into the building before the door shut behind his friend. He slowed a little, but didn't stop as his eyes wandered around the initial room, people clumping here and there by desks, while still more sat on benches. Scott had edged toward a help desk, glaring sullenly at the floor, apparently not at all keen to be here after mere days of moving into the apartment he rented in the city. Neither of the boys were from Seattle, but instead attended the university, though Paul lived in residence. They were both trying out for the rugby team, and Paul was just the easy-going guy that tended to make friends. He was also the only one who was currently putting up with Scott's whining about all this responsibility, and had been recruited for moral support that day, but whatever.
Come to think of it, a lot of the people around him seemed rather tense, but he supposed they were just suffering under the strain of whatever had brought them to a police station. With a mild shrug Paul wandered toward the benches, blue eyes following the line of people until they rested on vibrant red hair. With a grin he stepped around to see the girl's face, expecting someone familiar, but this girl was entirely new to him. Still, there were worse ways to pass the time, he thought as he plopped down opposite her, glancing over at Scott who seemed to be no nearer to being able to leave just yet.
He stared openly for several seconds, mostly because she was behaving so oddly, and he figured she wouldn't care even if her eyes were open. She looked like the kind of person who wouldn't give a shit if she noticed him being rude anyway. Crossing one leg over the other, he watched her bob her head to the beat, his grin growing the longer she entertained him.
"How high are you right now?" He spoke loudly, hoping she would hear over her music, enough for several people on the benches to glance their way, but no one of importance seemed to notice, or care. The girl seemed to be having a great time just jamming out by herself. |
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Post by JACE AXELIA O'CONNER on Oct 19, 2011 21:22:57 GMT -5
This really wasn't the worst thing she'd done, or the weirdest for that matter. This sort of thing was over due, this....experiment really. She just loved seeing peoples reactions, no joke, that's all there was to it. Her knee continue to bounce, fingers strumming on her leg as she do it. Pale pools glance to the front desk, looking for the officer that had brought her in, though he was no where to be seen. Seriously, how hard was it to test if someone was drunk. All you needed was that stupid breathalizer thing, blow in it, kachow, done. Song on her iPod change, the short silence between them enough time to hear someone beside her. She raise an eyebrow, something she did without really realizing she was as she turned towards the stranger. She stare at him, amused expression covering her features before she pull a headphone out. "Not at all. How high are you?" she retort, adding more sarcastic emphasis in her tone then she had hoped for. Bemused smirk cross her lightly tainted lips, as she contiue staring at the boy sitting next to her. It was intruiging to know what pushed peoples buttons, what made them question anothers behavior. It was all just so.....fascinating.
Her head swing back around as she face forward, the cop who had talked to her earlier coming into the room from an office down the hallway. She stand up, coy smirk pulling at her lips, as she raise a hand as if he would pick her out, answering whatever she had to say like a teacher would a student, though she didn't wait for him to catch her gaze, her voice raised enough so he would hear "Excuse me! Yea, can you just ta-" she was interrupted as the the officer tiredly looked her way, "Just sit down ma'am" he said in a very authoritive voice. She smiled brightly, as if he had just told her the greatest news, "Great, thanks so much!" sarcasm dripping off her words. She plunk herself back down, once again turning to face the guy with all the tattoos cuffed to the end of the bench.
"How long have you been in here?" she ask him, more so just making noise, though she had every intention of listening if he would respond. Though as she suspected he simply looked her over before staring back ahead of him, that blank stare still in his eyes. She shrug, turning to the boy who had just previously talked to her, unsure how long he had been sitting beside her before he had spoken, "And you?" she ask, her pale pools resting on his, she had to admit, he wasn't all that bad to stare at.
[/blockquote] notes! Bleh -.- Sorry I took so long, and sorry it's crap xD
words! Very little
outfit! nekked!
music! Someone like you -Adele
tag! Paul/Brass
credit!
- Toastehh of Caution 2.0
- Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low
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Post by PAUL MICHAEL BRASS on Oct 19, 2011 22:08:03 GMT -5
His light brows rose at the heavy sarcasm in her voice.
"How old are we, twelve?" He drawled, before his expression split into a grin. He wasn't trying to pick a fight, and frankly he wasn't bothered by her retort. Things like that tended to just roll off his back, even more so if a pretty girl was the one acting tough.
Leaning casually back, he hooked an arm over the side of his seat, watching her curiously as she called out to the officer, then promptly turned away and began interrogating the man next to her, who gave only a scowl in response. So it was Paul's turn next, and he smiled pleasantly when she finally paid him attention, a little staggered as he took note of her intensely pale eyes.
"Oh, you know, I have to stay as long as it takes to settle my homicide case." He nodded gravely, but seemed unable to stop himself from grinning once more. "Nah, I just came for moral support. My buddy's apartment got robbed, and he's just too much of a coward to come here alone." His eyes narrowed as he gazed sidelong at the girl. "He's probably just worried about all of the hardened criminals in here."
Hunching over so he could lean his right arm over to the girl, he held out his hand.
"Paul Brass- what did you say you were in here for?" He was perfectly aware that she had admitted to no such thing in the first place, but if she wasn't under the influence then he didn't know what was up- not that he held any of that against her. Everyone needed to have some fun once in awhile. "Why aren't you cuffed like surly over there?" He nodded at the tattooed man.
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