« Prev 1 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: What Where You Thinking (Open) (Read 163 times) annaturner Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 8, 2009 13:10:42 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top It was late, way late, too late. Usually Anna didn’t let herself get caught out on the streets around two in the morning like she was now, but she had been at this killer party, was now a little buzzed and was currently walking home because the buses didn’t run at this hour and she hadn’t thought ahead of time to bring her bike. It didn’t help her case any that instead of looking like her usual rough and tumble self, she was in a dress of all things. Her hair back and up in a messy pony tail as her side bangs got repeatedly in her way. Being a semi-drunk, half dressed, woman on the streets at night at this hour were not ideal circumstances, because things besides monsters went bump in the night. Thinks like people with ill intentions. It was times like this that she wished she carried a tazer, a knife or at the very least pepper spray. At least she had her trusty fists, though she wasn’t sure how amiable of an opponent she would be half stumbling. Easy Target. Yep, that’s what was written all over her right now. Maybe she would get lucky and not run into anyone, but that was unlikely…. Back to Top   shu Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 8, 2009 23:16:49 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top [/i][/size][/color][/ul] Back to Top   annaturner Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 9, 2009 22:51:29 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Anna had been watching the sidewalk, trying to stay upright in her platforms which wasn’t exactly a simple or easy feat, but she wore them often enough to have acquired quite the talent for walking in them, even when drunk. That didn’t mean she could take her eyes off the sidewalk though, because then the world would start shifting uncomfortably before her and on more than one occasion she had found herself throwing a hand out against a wall, or pole, or bus bench to keep upright. Surprisingly she had a high alcohol tolerance, but tonight she had just kept going like some phenomenal energizer bunny, and now her batteries were dying. This time though she was in the middle of the sidewalk doing a good job making her way home, even in a drunken haze she was still semi-alert. That however was proven useless when she collided with something solid. Her first thought was ’when did they start building walls in the middle of sidewalks’. She stumbled back, and the heel of her shoe got caught in a conveniently –god hates me - crack. It wasn’t helping that she was drunk and already had a balance issue, but now she was going down, and sure enough, ass meet concrete. She was a little stunned at first, and here we are back to the point about easy target. She couldn’t walk properly much less throw a decent punch. She was willing to bet her teeth could still deliver a nasty scar though if she were presented with the opportunity. She looked up, anger etched all over her features when she noticed that the wall she had ran into was not a wall at all. “Why don’t you soddin’ watch where you are going!” she hissed, but it was more slurred. She stayed seated on the ground, glaring, almost….pouting….mostly glaring though. Even when drunk she was unpleasant, and even is she forgot her name she wouldn’t forget the string of curse words she knew. Back to Top   shu Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 10, 2009 1:45:46 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top “Why don’t you soddin’ watch where you are going!” [/b] Mate? It was the first time she had said that as a greeting. Boy, she had been spending quite a bit too much time around Risa. Her way of talking had been getting to her. She would let out her hand and hopefully the girl would see it and take it. Depending on what the girl did Ryorin would take a little more forceful approach to help her or just walk away from it all.[/ul][/color][/size] Back to Top   annaturner Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 10, 2009 4:24:07 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Anna was far too drunk and the world was spinning far too quickly for her to have even taken notice of the fancy, exuberant way the person wall she had ran into landed. She would have said something along the lines of ‘sure, be all graceful and shit’ if she had. No, right now she was more focused on getting her ass off the ground, and when she saw the proffered hand she looked up warily, squinting a bit as if studying the person before her, before deciding she wasn’t a threat and taking her hand and letting her pull her back to her feet. “Hmm, at least you fixed your mistake.” She grumbled, probably inaudibly. She was tired, drunk, still a long way from home she realized as she looked at the street sign, now had dirt on her dress. She was in no mood to fight with whoever had helped her up, she knew she wasn’t a good fighter when this sloshed, maybe when she was buzzed or tipsy, and maybe a tinsy bit drunk but right now. Nope, she was surprised she hadn’t hurled into a trash can yet. She closed her eyes and tried to stop the world from spinning, she was lucky she hadn’t ran into a guy ready to take advantage of her state, though women couldn’t be much better if they swung her way. She didn’t even bother with a thank you as she started to make her way passed the girl, stumbling a bit more. Left to her own devices, this situation could end badly for Anna…no doubt. Back to Top   shu Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 10, 2009 12:35:00 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top [/b] In her state, it was unavoidable something would happen.[/size][/color][/ul] « Last Edit: Jun 10, 2009 12:35:48 GMT -6 by shu » Back to Top   annaturner Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 12, 2009 6:24:34 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Anna barley noticed when the girl came up to walk next to her, too busy focusing on keeping upright as she made her way down the street. She was really starting to wish she hadn’t gone overboard at that party, or hell had at least stayed at the guys house for the night – anything that could have happened to her there wouldn’t have been much worse than what could happen to her out here that was for sure. What she did notice however was the voice of the girl, that’s what pulled her out of her revere, and her mood was sharp and harsh. Anna would never admit when she needed help, and even if she did she hated when she felt like she was being treated like a child. Even if that wasn’t the girls intent at all, Anna wasn’t exactly the smartest crayon in the box when sober, much less when intoxicated, and she was never a pleasant person. “I don’t need your fucking help to get home.” She spat out, but as luck would have it she stumbled just at that moment and reached out for the lamp post, stopping for a brief second and continuing on her way. She looked up at the street sign, and if it would just stop moving for two seconds she’d be able to tell where she was and deduce what way she was supposed to go. Her head cocked to the side in a confused puppy like fashion as she tried to stop the world from spinning. She could feel the beginging onset of queasiness, which didn’t sit well for her as she laced a arm over her abdomen and closed her eyes focusing on keeping her beer and dinner down. “Just fucking lovely.” She bitched to no one in particular. After a few seconds she opened her eyes again, grateful that she could see the signs now and knowing that she had to turn left, and walk at least a mile more in that direction. Thankfully she was almost home, but her almost was a good three or four miles. It was better than the five she had just walked, she really needed to take her bike places if she was going to be out this late, it really was a pain in the ass when the busses stopped running so early. “Who the hell are you anyway?” she asked the girl, none too kindly in a slurred voice, eyeing her up and down suspiciously but even through her drunken haze she could admire her body. « Last Edit: Jun 12, 2009 6:24:42 GMT -6 by shu » Back to Top   shu Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 What Where You Thinking (Open) « Jun 12, 2009 13:55:32 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top [/b] She said in a sarcastic remark to when Anna said she didn't need any help, just before stumbling around. If that lightpost wasn't there, she'd be on the ground again. It also took her a bit of time to read the signs. At this point she'd be home by the time the sun rose. "If you don't like it that way, just think of me as someone who's just taking a walk instead of helping you." Ryorin wouldn't actually help her unless she really needed it or asked for it. If she did help, no doubt she'd be bitched at again. Hell, she'd be bitched at either way, no matter whay occured really. "Who am I? Oh, I'm just someone who can't get to sleep and has nothing better to do." She had nothing better to do than to help drunks find their way home...right. Something about that didn't sound quite right, but than, that was her. Anna seemed to be eyeing her, perhaps just trying to figure out just who she was talking to behind those hazes of drunkeness. Perhaps she was eyeing just something a little more. As for Ryorin, Anna did have a bit of an admiring body if a bit too many tattoos. Ryorin never really liked tattoos on herself and on other people not really either, although she has seen some people that can work tattoos on their body rather well. Ryorin believed that they wasted good looks with tattoos, but then perhaps their body is the reason some people did get tattoos. Either way, Anna was certainly not an ugly girl because of that in the least. Perhaps it was the tan in Anna's body, which Ryorin figured to be Mexican or along those lines, that helped her look even with the tattoos. Ryorin looked onto the street ahead of them, finding it too wierd that they might be seen eyeing each other. "So, how far is your place anyways?"[/size][/color][/ul] Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first