Mynx

Carrie sat with her back to the bar and looked out at the crowd, biting her lip nervously as she searched for a face she recognised. Eventually, she gave up with a small sigh and nursed her rum and coke. She still hadn't gotten the taste for alcohol but Vanessa insisted she keep up her image no matter where she went. At least she didn't get nearly as dizzy or sick anymore as she didn't the first time. Speaking of Nessa...Carrie checked her watch for the 15th time in five minutes. Her agent was meant to have met her at the party by now but still no sign of her. Feeling nervous and alone, Carrie noticed a guy at the bar looking over at her. She gave him a small smile that he returned with interest, before he let his eyes drop to her clevage, accentuated by the tight corset Vanessa had picked out for her. Recognising the leer now on his face, Carrie practically leapt away from the bar and went on a determined search for the rest room, practically feeling the guy's gaze follow her. Struggling with keeping the ludicrously short mini skirt from climbing further up her thighs, Carrie found the line to the bathroom and joined it, forcing a smile on her face as the girl in front of her smiled the brief greeting of strangers, before she turned her attention once more to the crowd in search of her agent and tried to ignore the homesickness that taunted her. Although that could have just been the alcohol...

Alone

I want to play... I shouldn't...but I want to... Bah what the hey...what's the worst that can happen, right? Carrie Dee, 17 Carrie is a reluctant pop/rock singer from a small, close knit town. 'Discovered' by a money hungry agent who promised her the world, she has true talent but lacks the drive to pursue a record contract on her own as doggedly as she currently is with her agent pushing her. It's not that she wouldn't like to be famous, she just doesn't see it as being the be all and end all of her life, whereas her agent sees her as his last chance to make a name for himself in the music industry. Carrie Dee is about 5'8", pale skinned, and has brown eyes, although she wears cats eyes contacts most of the time. Her hair is currently dyed black with electric blue streaks, and she is slender verging on dangerously thin. She's not really happy with her image, but her agent keeps pushing for her to maintain her interesting look in the hope that it will help her secure a contract. OOC: If someone wants to play Carrie Dee's agent, I'm more than happy to work with you, otherwise I'll just write him as I need him.

Awesome work! Well done!

Ever tried to teach a poodle how to fly?

Interesting story. It does remind me of one I read once, but only sightly and this one is much more...optimistic about the future. Although rather brief, I do like the layout of this story, and the brevity of it does add a kind of simplicity that makes it easy to read through. If I could offer any advice right now, it would be to expand. Maybe expand on the conversations and include some dialogue, or just go into more depth of her experience. As it is though, it's not too bad and a pleasant read. Thanks for sharing. PS: Apologies if anyting I just wrote sounds weird. I'm on enough painkillers to knock out an elephant at the moment and I don't really know what I'm writing. I might come back and reread once the pain (and ergo painkillers) have left my life...

Hay and horses reminds me of my parents (and my recently former) home, especially in the summer. But then again in the summer the sea reminds me of our beach house which is where we spend most of the holidays.

Mynx stalked through the halls in full tiger form, ears back as she muttered to herself, her movements stiff and hindered. She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice she had entered the Birthday Room until she heard the bust cry "Many more!" Looking up in surprise, the large feline took in the surroundings and the name on the banner, before her gaze centered on the seated Peredhil. The feline smiled, before moving stiffly towards her friend. Curling up next to the chair, Mynx lay down beside her friend's feet and looked up at him with a feline grin. "Happy birthday, dear friend. I hope the day has treated you well"

Ever tried to buy over the counter painkillers And nearly been denied by the chemist because your body's reaction to the pain made you look like you're on drugs?

*tacklehugs the new promotees* Yay! Congrats all!

Ever tasted someone else's blood?

Apologies. A semi drugged rant is ensuing. I have had a rather lazy day. I mean, I've barely moved beyond lying horizontally on the floor because recent experience has taught me that due to my current state of bodily health, standing causes violent twitches and for me to start speaking in tongues. Long story. The short of it is I need a doctor but all the ones that didn't get their qualifications from a cereal box are away and/or booked until the end of this week. Joyous! But back to my initial point and the title of this thread. Today (for us NZers at least - some of you have to wait a few more hours) it is Cryptomancer's birthday. Now him being a long time friend of mine, I have long since been toying with a number of amusing and/or humiliating ways to announce this for him here today and the fact that I had to take today off university suggests I have had plenty of time to put these plans into action... ...yeah... Considering that it is nearly 7pm here, I think that says enough for the state of my creative mindset at the moment. I blame the painkillers and I'm sticking to that excuse damn it! So yeah...I guess the long and short of what I'm trying to say is... HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRYPTOMANCER!!! I'm sorry I couldn't come up with something more entertaining, or earlier into your day, but I hope you had a great one anyway my friend. Look at it this way, I'm still beating everyone who's a day behind us. *rueful grin*

Have you ever spent three days working on some data entry Only to have it disappear off the computer system so you have to start again? *sighs*

A hypochondriac now Walking through the streets at night A sufferer then Staggering through the day A mask of lies Blended tightly with the truthful face A score of honesty Hidden forever beneath the pain "Against the tide I tried to swim"

Werewolf

Ever spent a collective 5 hours shopping for a simple work shirt and/or trousers and not found a single item that fits you? Ever been in so much pain that a gentle pat on the back felt like you were being flayed?

Edit: This is meant to be a picture of Jason Voorhees. I can't get it to reload but it worked when I first loaded it. *sighs* Damn it

Eel

Collaring

Punishment

Baaaaaa

Ever listened to a monotonous techno song about consumerism on repeat at odd hours of the day until it becomes ingrained into your mind and you can't tell the song's start from its end? Ever seen film footage of a carwash catching fire? Ever set a carwash on fire? Ever scared a first aide paramedic by swearing at him in both german and english as he tied you to a plank of wood?

Ever walked into a shop and completely confused the salesperson because you mentioned spoons?

Cellar

Dangerously