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Post by Darcy on Aug 18, 2013 15:02:35 GMT -5
“FUCK!”
The sound echoes off the cabin walls, and it’s a good thing most campers don’t sleep in as long as foxglove does. She rolls over in her bed this time, so she can look at where he hand is resting, on the small table beside her bed in the drawer.
She shakes the bottle she keeps her pills in. and to her dismay its empty, blinking sleepy eyes, she says it again “Fucking hell” fox forgot to pick up her prescription, meaning she would have to drive all the way to the pharmacy to get it, and that was a pain.
She sits up, and brushes her fingers through her hair, messy. Probably from sex, because she didn’t roll around much when she slept. That wasn’t a shocker though; she had an amount of sex appeal. Despite her loath for her figure, her chest was, to be honest only a b and her hips had a gradual curve, but neither were what she wanted.
She stretches to a standing position. In the last few months, she had had her last growth spurt, and now fell at about 6 feet 2, she thought she may have been the tallest girl in camp, or for her height, her weight was low.
Her pajamas consist of Boxers, probably those of her boyfriend, and a white tank top. It doesn’t cover her whole stomach, and you can see her new hip piercings, and the purple-red hickies from passionate love making of some sort on her stomach.
"God damn fucking bitch" Foxglove mutters, unable to hide her so usually well hidden southern accent, the one that only appears when she gets angry.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 23, 2013 10:41:28 GMT -5
Nate was in his own room in the Big House, completely knocked out. His chest was bare and his hair was askew from the previous night's events. He grunted and rolled over, falling out of his bed and woke up as his head hit the floor with a groan of pain. As he sat up, he ran a hand through his hair and started grumbling about last night's dreams. The bed was in complete disarray, probably because he hadn't bothered trying to fix it after his sexual girlfriend had left. However, he made it a priority to straighten it out right after he got up and traded his pajama bottoms for skinny jeans and t-shirt. The t-shirt he wore today was black with the writing "How Much Dub Could A Dubstep Dub If A Dubstep Could Dub Step" in bold gray letters. His skinny jeans were regular torn blue jeans that were slightly worn down. After he was dressed, he went into the bathroom and brushed his hair free of knots before shaking it out, like a wet dog, and messing it up a bit. Then, he put on his deodorant as well as his cologne, brushed his teeth, and went to fix the bed so it didn't tell the tale of what happened last night. The room looked a bit more normal now aside from the clothes that were strewn across the floor, but there was no desire to change any of that, it made the room more homey to the adolescent resident. Once he was sure everything was in its place, he left, making sure to close the door behind him and lock it with a key he'd stolen, and went to go eat at the pavilion.
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Post by Darcy on Aug 23, 2013 14:42:26 GMT -5
foxglove had a look of dissaray plastered on her face. and you could tell. a snear one eyebrow raisd, cigarette hanging out of her mouth. sitting on the steps to her cabin still in pajamas. she did not want to drive that was for sure, it had taken more energyh then she wished to spend just fixing her hair. her body ached from the previous night. a good ache, but one that came from using to much of you muscles. overworked. oversexed. she would have rather gone back to bed but no. her medicine was importent. she needed it so her back didnt hurt and so she could sleep and so she didnt produce children. the three pills she kept in one bottle so she didnt forget. she hadnt even gotten dressed for the day, or put on her makeup but she as hungry and she needed food. her nerves high and the smoke not helping to much. again a too loud slur of "fucking kidding me!" she didnt need to feel like this today.... no. she however reluctently gets herself ready taking a quick shower getting dressed in a too tight tanktop cutoff denim shorts. she puts on her makeup. she lights another smoke. something to carry her over on the 2 second walk to get food. the cereal she eats mixed with soda. its her favorite and unhealthy and a kick. what she needed for the day. she takes a seat next to nate, giing him a smile, although she is obviously agitated. "morning" she tells him, hair sopping wet still. (wow i typed this on my phone so maybe typos)
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 24, 2013 15:20:53 GMT -5
Nate leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You smoking so early? What happened now?" he chuckled. He downed his soda and stuffed a few pieces of bacon in his mouth.
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Post by Darcy on Aug 24, 2013 18:32:28 GMT -5
"i forgot to pick up my uh pills yesterday" she replys. repressing her southern accent. no that wasnt attractive she had to keep up her sex appeal. she hated that inhertied accent. but she was good enough at hiding it. "ill have to go in town soon." she chuckles, putting out th smoke on the bench before returning it to her pack of smokes. "and lay of the sex till them" she hushes her voive as if people didnt know.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 27, 2013 15:04:12 GMT -5
Nate smirked a little bit when he heard just a small hint of her accent and he leaned down to kiss her neck. "Your accent is sexy, too, babe." he murmured. Then, he straightened up and continued eating as if nothing happened. "I'll come with you, I need to get some stuff anyway." he said.
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Post by Darcy on Aug 27, 2013 15:48:36 GMT -5
She blushes a dark red, but gives him a semi annoyed look, she couldn't really be mad at him though, and summed it up simply with, "No, its not" she tells him, and after a few moments asks, "What do you need" she would make a mental list, so they didn't forget, because lord knows they are awful good at that.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 29, 2013 0:35:47 GMT -5
"Some more Advil, NyQuil, and snacks." he replied. Nate grinned at her when he said he needed snacks, since he was always hungry for something. Then, he got up and went to throw his food in the fire.
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Post by Darcy on Aug 29, 2013 7:11:39 GMT -5
"You keep eating your gonna gain weight" she warned kaughing slightly, she got up, and did the same with her foods, but when it came to snacking she was at least just as bad as him, (who just had soda for breakfast) if not worse. Grinning when they were away from the fire she would pull him into a kiss.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 30, 2013 20:18:06 GMT -5
Nate laughed with her and shook his head. Then, he kissed her back and placed his hands on her hips, gently.
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Post by Darcy on Aug 30, 2013 20:30:32 GMT -5
She blushed lightly, Letting him, and sliding her body close to his. So her hips pressed against his, smirking very lightly, because she wanted it. She wanted him, and she assumed he knew. Her slender-oh so slender tall body ached for him. It always did really. And if he gave her the opportunity she would blow him whenever she could, but she just said, no , said she couldn't oh how the body and mind where at war.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Sept 3, 2013 21:44:26 GMT -5
Nate slipped his hands onto her ass and pulled her hips even closer. He craved her touch more than ever, but he knew they had things they had to get, so he separated from her with a grin.
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Post by Darcy on Sept 4, 2013 8:04:22 GMT -5
"no" she gripes. she was horny. it was howsever a normal for her. "later?" she inquires. streaching slightly after there little touching game. "you ready to go now?"
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