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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 1, 2006 18:27:33 GMT
x. // SO GET ON YOU'RE KNEES
NO kidding. she felt like royalty right now. People crowded as she stepped out of the long white limousine, and her big, macho, obese body guard armed with a gun, ooh, be scared, ushered her into the mall. Jeez. couldn't a girl shop without getting asked to sign a flimsy peice of paper.
OK, so at this rate, she was gonna become a super model or something. Girls screamed and boys wolfwhistled. She felt like telling them to get a life. Just because she did a few shoots, and owned a major USA Modelling firm, and was still only twenty years of age, did not mean she had to get bombarded by crowds everytime she stepped out of her beach house. She rolled her eyes, laughing at her body guard, stopping for a few pictures, signing paper and photographs of herself and then laughing a couple of times, looking around to some of the passers by who hadn't quite clocked on what it was that everyone was so fussed over.
Seriously, this happened all the time in California. Not just to her. To a majority of people, models and actors and singers and hell, even well known criminals got asked for their autograph. What WAS the world coming to. She walked down the long floor of the mall. Here boots clacking on the glossy marble surface, her hips swaying slowly. She was such a feminine woman, her grey shorts showing of magnificently tanned legs, her black, cleavage-revealing silky, strapless boob tube camouflaged against her dark black hair, and her black boots combining with it all, as they owned little silver chains that blended with the grey shorts.
She also wore big black sunglasses, with no frames, just black, flawless glass, which covered her eyes, which were bright blue as always and outlined in mascara and eyeliner. OK, so she dressed and acted how she wanted, with her metallic silver bag flug over her shoulder, and her manicured hands whipping away her sunglasses, her face was fully revealed, her eye contact being made known. She looked around, some of the pasers by stopped and took photos and recorded videos on their phones, and a couple of guys caught her eyes, ok, so she was a celebrity, doesn't mean she couldn't flirt now could it?
- van -
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Post by VAN [.S t r i k e.] on Aug 1, 2006 19:08:39 GMT
It still seemed like yesterday, when he had finally been allowed his break from all this Navy work, it was good pay, and kept him in shape and occupied, but now he was tired, bored and in need of sex or a drink. The man stood a few inches off six feet, he was tall with his head shaved completely, dark brown eyes were tired and in need of some serious TLC, man it’d help as of right now to have a wife.. Mind remembered back to that one girl, Alicia her name must’ve been, or something like that, they had been together for almost three years, and then he was called overseas to Australia for a few years and they had to call it quits. Heavy, steel-lined work boots thudded along the largely decorated mall’s tiled flooring until he paused, an ice cream cone in hand as attention had been snatched by the large crowds and commotion that had started near the entrance of the mall. The large man had on a pair of navy jeans and a white, fitted t-shirt that displayed his muscled torso nicely, head was shaved an his ear was pierced with a simple but expensive diamond earring.
Amused for the moment he finished off most of the ice cream and then intentionally wandered to a garbage can in the pathway of the dark haired woman. Tossing the cone into the garbage he turned, a handsome grin appearing as he stood in the way of the woman, watching her approach and one of the body guards quickened his pace to stand in front of her as he stopped in front of Van, scowling. Being the proud man Van was he crossed muscled arms over his chest "Now I don’t believe that’s in protocol." He stated, a smirk drawing onto features as the bodyguard raised a brow in a questioning manner, watching as Van reached into his pocket and drew out his ID, the guard raising a brow and then laughing loudly. "Well, well, well, whatever happened to being in the business man?" The guard questioned, patting his arm before Van chuckled softly and nodded, gaze falling upon the woman as he winked and returned attention to the guard, shrugging. "The military is my calling." A nod was given in response before the guard stepped back, informing both Van and the woman that they were needing to move along.
Stepping back, with arms still folded Van watched as hips swayed to a forth, a grin appearing before he was grasped by the shoulder and a glare was cast in the direction of whomever touched him. Thankfully, for their sake, it was his friend Kevin, a chuckle was heard as the other man slapped Van’s arm, a tendency man had. "I got her to sign this!" He beamed rather happily, holding up a large poster of Cassidy in lingerie. Brows rose as Van laughed and shook his head "You’re sick." Van commented, glancing over to the woman once more as yet again she was stopped for autographs and photos, "Nahh.. she’s way outta yer league." Kevin commented before scurrying over to the crowd once more, attempting to push through for another autograph.
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 1, 2006 19:31:54 GMT
x. // DO AS I PLEASE
The youg woman stood watching, as the man walked straight ahead of her, placing a half eaten ice cream cone into the grabage can adnthen stopping to look at her. She frowned, stopping behind her body guard, pushing him over to one side, both hands placed firmly on her hips, pout on lips and brow raised as the two bulk men decided to have their own little conversation. Cassidy moved her left hand, to fingers, her middle and index, shut together, and taping the body guards tall shoulder. She pouted, her eyes wide, in almost a puppy-dog type face. She didn't have to say anything to him, to let him know he was pulling on her last nerve. The guard knew how much she wanted to get shopping so bid farewell to the man.
She watched him over her shoulder, before mindlessly taking a ballpoint pen and scribbling her signature on a piece of paper. 'Cass - idy - For - d' she repeated in her head over and over as she signed her name over and over. Everything was so repetitive. Smiling back to the shaved headed man, his earring glistening as the fake lights on the high ceiling beamed down onto the shiny diamond surface. She winked back. Right as he'd done before, tongue in between her teeth, lips parted, in her usual manner. Her tongue revealing a silver stud, which only with close inspection could be seen with a black playboy bunny symbol printed onto it. She got back to signing some posters before finally entered Versace, spending a total of 3000$ before walking out of the shop and catching eye with the man. She looked to her body guard, keeping eye contact with the muscular guy, before looking at her guard and asking quietly.
"Who was that guy, that you was talkin' to? The one in the military?"
She asked, looking back towards the man that others knew as Van. Her body guard looked down, debating in his head whether or not to ask if she liked him, he decided not to. He may be made of pure muscle, and may stand at 6 foot 11, but man was he scared of five foot two, skinny little Cassidy.
"That's Van. Van Strike."
He said simply, not making any questions like why? He just did as he was asked and told her who it was. She nodded, making a soft 'oh' sound and looking at her guard.
"He's kinda cute, don'tcha think?"
She said in her cutesy tone. Her guard laughed slightly, and looked down to Cassidy.
"If that's your opinion miss, I'll oblige."
He smiled, and Casidy smiled, licking her lips, just out of habit, still looking at Van, and realizing how flirty that must've looked. She giggled softly.
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 3, 2006 18:40:15 GMT
-bump-
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Post by VAN [.S t r i k e.] on Aug 7, 2006 0:35:20 GMT
ooc:| Ugh, I'm sorry.. I can't think of anything to post here- can we continue and move onto the next part or..?
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 7, 2006 13:02:34 GMT
Ok! But you gotta promise me that you'll reply for me ...... *gives sarah glare* ;D ;D ;D *runs to make post in Broken Glass Valley*
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