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Post by Raelena St. John on Apr 30, 2010 10:20:38 GMT -5
Ah, New York, center of world culture and simply filled to bursting with museums, theaters, artistic studios, and everything you could possibly want in this cultured life. Hardly could one walk down the street without encountering something that would most certainly enrich your very being, should you decide to turn left or right and actually enter said buildings. Of course, you could probably learn a good deal from the passersby.
Or, if you were Raelena St. John, professional rock star and runaway alpha, you got alcohol and starting yelling out your hits from a park bench.
"ACCORDIN' TA YE
AH'M STOOPID AN' USELESS
CANNAE DO ANYTHIN' RIGH'
ACCORDIN' TA YAE,
AH'M DIFFICULT, HARD TAE PLEASE
FOREVER CHANGIN' MY--hold on, drink time."
The rock star paused mid verse to take a sip of the bottle still clutched in her hand. She did have the urge to burp after, which came out in the loudest, crassest way possible. Ah, New York. To think that her tour ended here, and word of a certain school had popped up again. Now Rae had that oh so wonderful choice laying before her, and as many could tell you, Rae and choices got along about as well as Rae and cats.
"Now, we was ah? Ah, aye, ken now," Rae cleared her throat:
"ACCORDIN' TA HER
AH'M BEAUTIFUL, INCREDIBLE
EVERYTHIN' SHE EVER WANTED-- ye ken, ah prolly drugged 'er, ta get tha' kind o' reaction, nae?"
Rae had turned to talk to a poor teenage girl, who was still trying to decide whether or not this was actually a drunken rock star or someone who just looked like a drunken rock star...
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Post by Nedeige Tesla on May 9, 2010 21:14:23 GMT -5
Not too extremely far away on a different park bench, the orange haired girl was sitting quietly enjoying one of her favourite kinds of sandwiches - Peanut Butter and Pickle. It had been a while since she had been back in New York and she didn't necessarily like it.
It wasn't anything like Chicago, but then again New York is a totally different entity on its own, but like most of the places she had been, Nedeige had done the best in finding the positivity of the situation.
She pulled off a corner of the bread from her sandwich and tossed it to the dirty pigeons cooing around like brainless things at her feet. Now she knew that in London that would be the stupidest thing you could ever do...but she wasn't in London so who cared.
Ned was considering jumping around like a lunatic to get the rat birds away from her when she heard what sounded like a mid day drunken karaoke contest in the making. The voice sounded too familiar and she had to go check it out. Venturing on she finally made it to where Rae was belting out her tunes drunkenly from a park bench.
Ned stayed quiet for a moment while she leaned against a tree behind the bench.
"Raelena St. John"
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Post by Raelena St. John on May 30, 2010 12:21:07 GMT -5
At this point, Rae had been staring at the poor teenage girl for what seemed like weeks now. she blinked, narrowing her eyes to try and get a better look at the person. She didn't look familiar. But Rae could have sworn that she'd heard a familiar voice. Where had that come from? Rae turned, trying to look through the people who had gathered, pinpoint that exact voice in the crowd. Not exactly an easy task, even for an alpha werewolf.
Finally, Rae thought she saw someone leaning against a tree. Someone who she hadn't seen in what felt like years. "Ned?" the rockstar asked. She blinked. she took several wobbly steps forward.
Rae wound up stopping some distance from the redhead. She couldn't recall just where her relationship with Ned had wound up. They were on good terms; Rae remembered that much. Had they ever made out? Did Rae really want to make out with her right now? Nah, that was what Eve was for. But catching up would be good, right?
"How ya been doin'?" drawled Rae, grinning wide. "Been gettin' around?"
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Post by Nedeige Tesla on Jun 26, 2010 12:38:37 GMT -5
"If you mean, staying in one place for too long losing my mind....then yeah I guess you could say I've been getting around" Nedeige replied nonchalantly as she looked back to Rae. It had been such a long time since they had seen each other and the last time they did, Nedeige knew how much Rae wanted to make out.
"What have you been doing with yourself girlie?" Ned asked brightly, dismissing the last thoughs. After all, Ned was here for a while now and if Rae was here then she wouldn't have to spend all of her time alone. Right? Ned began walking toward Rae, closing the gap between the two because frankly, gaps creeped Nedeige out. She threw her arms around Rae in a warm friendly hug and she didn't care if Rae didn't like it. Nedeige was never one to care about other peoples' personal space, which a lot of the time, ended up getting her in trouble.
"You smell like drinking" Ned laughed airily in the girls ear, she was stating the obvious already but there was nothing like pointing it out.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Jul 20, 2010 23:00:47 GMT -5
"Sounds like a real gasser," drawled Rae, clearly underwhelmed by her old friend's actions. She herself had been on tour, obvious. Everyone who paid the slightest bit of attention knew that Raelena St. John had gone on her tour, and most of those people also knew about the paparazzi shoots and the alleged/not-alleged girlfriend/lover/bodyguard/whatever-the-hell-Eve-wanted-to-pass-for-next.
"The usual," replied Rae for an answer, waving a hand. "Drinkin', wooin', singin', brawlin'. Been a wee bit less foolin' 'round an' a wee bit more singin' then brawlin', but it all works oot in th' end."
Rae blinked, trying to recall exactly how much drinking she'd done lately. Couldn't be that much; she was still upright. Well, mostly upright. Upright-ish. Standing in a generally upright position. Something like that.
She returned the hug without thinking thrice about it (twice, sure; Ned was still hot and Rae's hormones still raged), before laughing herself.
"Just a wee bit. Actin' a bit more tossed than ah am. Makes life more fun," Rae explained. she leaned in to whisper the last: "'sides, ye ken 'ow much it takes ta get a lycan rockin'? be needin' four bottles, least, an' tha's if tain't near the full moon."
Rae let her eye head skyward, as if trying to pick something celestial out of there.
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