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Post by christian calhoun , on Feb 8, 2008 23:15:34 GMT -5
 time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sell me out
Boredom had taken on a whole new meaning for Christian. Now that he was done with college and all that so called stress, he had hoped he wouldn't have much to do. But it seemed like lately, he had been getting more and more work than ever before. And the ironic part is that all this stuff to do made him even more bored. He had been up since ten working on a deposition for his dad, and wasn't getting anywhere. It was eleven, meaning that he had been only working for an hour, but Christian just wanted to get out of there. He sent an e-mail out with his work and then closed the laptop as he got up. He shuffled out of his large sun-room and into the main part of his house. Up the stairs and to his room. He grabbed a forest green Lacoste polo and paired it with baggy Diesel jeans and a sweater from D&G. Making his way into the bathroom, he turned the shower on very hot and let the rough spray wash away his grogginess. Five minutes later he stepped out and dried off, putting on his clothes.
He dried his hair so that it wouldn't freeze the moment he stepped outside and also so it would look good. Though looking good for him wasn't too difficult, and he knew it. After that was done he made his way back down stairs in search of his car keys. He had come home early last night, only at like two in the morning. However, he had been pretty smashed and couldn't remember where exactly he had put his keys. After a few minutes of searching, he finally retrieved them from the fruit bowl in his kitchen. He had no clue how they wound up there, but at least he had them now. With a tiny grin he grabbed his North Face jacket and left, piling into his Escalade which had been equipped specially for the weather out here. He pulled out and made his way into town, his thoughts drifting back to last night. The girl he had come "home" with was probably just waking up at his cabin. He rarely ever brought girls home to his actual house, there was too much risk involved in that. Instead he brought them to a quaint little cabin a tad farther out and always left before they woke up. Being the true gentleman that he was, he always left food and coffee as well as a driver to take them home.
Christian just shook his head and forced his thoughts onto driving. What he really needed right now was breakfast. He parked down town and walked the little ways to a local, but bustling coffee shop. He turned a few heads on his way there, but nothing he wasn't used to. He didn't bother to wait in line, the people here knew him well enough and had his order in the moment he came inside. He picked it up, sending the barista a flirtatious grin that would have her floating for days. He wandered over to his usual spot and sat down, glad to have it free. His bright hazel eyes flitted around the shop, he wasn't used to there being these many people. Oh, but just all the more to entertain himself with. |
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Post by milena jones , on Feb 9, 2008 8:41:24 GMT -5
  MILENA JONES 'lyrics TBA
milena. don't you hang up on me. came the unusually unaccented voice, for calling from moscow. but it was her dad. and her dad, whom was levi's dads brother, had moved to be with a russian model, who ended up being mily's mother. but their relationship had always been strained. ever since her mom discovered the drink, and had sastia be an addicted baby, or whatever. long story short, her mom had been on drugs and the drink during milena's little sister's pregnancy. so sastia had been one of those drink babies. her parents only stayed together for milena, sastia, and her younger brother's sakes. they hated eachother, rufus and charlize. they never loved eachother, and only married because the russian supermodel became pregnant with milena when she visited america, and met rufus. they had had only a simple one night stand. one mistake. and it resulted in a pained, stressed out relationship for not only them, but for all of their children. but it got worse whan charlize died. charlize's brother, ludvick had taken advantage of the moment and the twelve year old milena, and raped her when she'd gone over to see her uncle's new dog. alone. that's the reason she left russia. because it didn't stop. her uncle threatened to hurt her if she ever told anyone, so she hadn't. well, she'd told levi. and levi's family. but nobody else. her dad thought she left to go pursue a career.
so now milena was here, in her own apartment, stretched out on the fluffy, freshly carpeted new floor, painting her well kept toe nails a soft, warm pink color. she'd spilled a few times, mostly on her feet, but other times the floor, but didn't care. she didn't have much maturity for a twenty three year old girl. she was alot like her cousin, except not as clumsy, and she didn't get girls pregnant. xD but she didn't care what happened. she messed around alot, making jokes at the worst possible time. but then she was stunning. she had pale, but tanned skin from being here instead of russia. her eyes were this amazing blueish shade of gray that you could look into forever. she had full, always glossy red lips, and her hair. her hair was amazing. it was dark, almost black, with lighter brown highlights and undertones. it was silky and satiny, and anyone she met loved to run their hands through it. and then her facial structure and body were pretty damn great too. screwing the top back onto the nail polish bottle, she set it on a magazine lying on the floor. sweetheart, i have to go. call me when you talk to levi's father! her dad said. and with that, without even saying goodbye, milena shut her cell phone and slid it into the pockets of her tight dark washed jeans.
standing up, she made her way into the kitchen. opening the fridge, she moved a few things to look for something. damn! no coffee! it was eleven aclock, and all that was in the fridge were twinkies that levi had brought over, swearing up and down that they were the food of the gods, and some yogurt. she didn't care for either, but she'd have to eat them sometime. just not right now. sighing slightly, she grabbed the keys off of her kitchen counter, squirmed into her tight coat, and headed out the door. as she walked, she begun thinking about where she would go. she knew this place relitavely well, but only because bella and levi had shown her around alot. they were both great people, and milena liked bella alot. pulling on her pair of sunglasses, she ran a hand through her raven colored hair and made her way down the street until she found something that pricked her intrest. her light blue eyes settled on a coffee shop that she'd been into a few times. biting her puffy lower lip, she mdae her way into the store and instantly sat at the table, waiting for someone to take her order.
slipping her aviator style sunglasses off of her pale blue eyes, she set them out on the table in front of her. looking around the shop for anyone she knew, she realized there wasn't. as a boy came in, she looked at him for a second, then turned away. sure, the guy was decenet looking, but he looked like an ass. it was just the way he carried hmiself. milena frowned, but let a forced smile cross over her face as a waitress came over. i'll have just a coffee, please. extra cream, no sugar. she ordered the woman, her accent definately noticeable, yet all her words were spoken in perfect english.
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Post by christian calhoun , on Feb 9, 2008 23:12:28 GMT -5
But our footprints washed away
From the docks downtown
A small sigh escaped Christian's lips as those intricate hazel eyes of his scanned over the coffee shop. As odd as it was, sometimes Christian could entertain himself just by watching. Sometimes. For now people were a tad amusing, as they bustled about, worrying about work or friendships or possibly even love. Christian knew no worries, or at least he was forced to pretend as if he didn't. To the outside world, his life was a shining pillar of perfection. He was what everybody wanted to be. And for now, he rather enjoyed that feeling. A growing fear that gnawed deep in his gut was telling him that this would soon change, but for now, he enjoyed it. As soon as the sigh escaped his lips, Christian caught himself. He couldn't be found looking exhausted, well not at eleven o'clock in the morning. That would shatter his image of perfection. Well not shatter it, but certainly put a crack in it. And enough cracks would lead to it shattering.
He covered the sigh by taking a sip of his venti vanilla latte. The warm liquid spread down his throat like fire and for a mere second he felt stupid for taking a drink of the latte so soon after it had been made, as it was still steaming like crazy and had probably burned part of his tongue. Still, it had served its purpose. Christian immediately erased any look of tiredness about his face or body. He had long since trained himself to be able to cover up and conceal any emotion. He could remain calm while wanting to kill you or look freaked out when really he could care less. It was all a part of his life, the oh so wonderful one that he lead. As there was to everything, there was one tiny flaw to Christian's artful disguise. His eyes. Try as he might the boy still had trouble masking emotion in his eyes. He was able to distort it now, but if one looked for it, they could see what Christian was truly feeling. And that could be dangerous, hence the pair of ray-bans that hung loosely on the collar of his shirt. If you were to look now, you could see a hint of fatigue in those piercing hazel eyes of his, but this was all hidden beneath an air of intelligence and mischief. Both of those he did not have to hide and were perhaps to only things about him that he never had to change.
He soon grew bored of the coffee shop life, no one of any particular interest had come in and he was beginning to doubt this brilliant idea. If there was one thing in this world Christian hated, it as boredom. Well, boredom and his father. He shook off thoughts of both of those loathsome things and turned his attention to the girl entering the coffee shop right now. She looked a bit more exotic than the usual inhabitants of Whistler and this piqued Christian's curiosity. His eyes watched her with a practiced care so that no one could tell that he was looking at her. Yet he had an air about him, so that if you did catch him looking at her, it would appear as if he didn't care that you saw and that he was open about his feelings for others. Yeah right. That was Christian alright. Before a small smirk could be drawn upon his face, he took another sip of his latte, grateful to find that it had cooled off. He leaned back in his chair and was about to shut his eyes when a large ruckus came from the door. A family had come in with about seven people total, but nowhere for them to sit. With another sigh, Christian motioned over one of the waitresses, shooting her a dazzling smile before whispering something to her. She nodded and smiled at him like he was a god. And why shouldn't he be?
Christian stood up from his seat and the table and left it. The waitress he had just spoken to went over and talked to the family. They smiled happily and sat down at the table Christian had just left. They waved thankfully at him and Christian gave them a courteous nod and smile before gazing about again. Oh yes, the girl. He made his way over and motioned to the chair across from her. He asked in a bright, warm tone that completely contradicted his appearance,
Would you mind if I joined you? There won't be any need to make small talk, I assure you. Big talk yes, small talk no.
A smile was drawn lightly across his face, but this one seemed to be a genuine one. There was a light flavor to his tone to let her know that he was just joking around with her and it was all meant to be in good fun. His piercing hazel eyes stayed focused on her brilliant blue ones as he awaited his answer.
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Post by milena jones , on Feb 10, 2008 0:09:21 GMT -5
  MILENA JONES 'lyrics TBA
as the girl sat at the table alone, she picked at her thumbnail which was now chipping the same pink paint she'd applied to her feet. they were already coming off. fantastic. she'd spent like, an hour of her life applying stupid paint to her hands and toes, and they were starting to peel. cheap ass polish. as she studied a large hole in the layer of paint near her cuticles, she frowned. damn. how could she have missed that? she concluded that when she had moved onto that finger, her father had called her on his cell. she thought it was quite sadistic and ironic that he called alot, and then never wanted to talk. he just fired questions at her, ignored her answers, and asked more questions. how's life? how's levi? and his parents? and bella? have you been eating lately? you haven't been drinking too much, have you? then he'd come up with an excuse to go. oh, honey, my meetings about to start. oh honey, i hear your sister calling. oh, honey, i'm late for work. then he'd hang up. like the honey made it any better. no, milena didn't have that much of a family. her dad was too busy to remember her birthdays. her mom dead. her sister self involved and in college. her brother suicidal and depressing.
as a family of about seven walked in, the brunette italian eyed them closely. they looked like they'd just walked out of a freaking commercial. she doubted they didn't have a neglectful dad, dead mom, uptight sister, or depressed brother. no, they sure as hell didn't. the oldest male, whom she decided had to be the dad, had thin brown hair, a warm face, and eyes that crinkled when he smiled. which was, the whole time. just the way he treated his daughter... putting his arm around her tiny shoulders to guide her over to a table... made milena's cofee taste suddenly bitter and cottony. the woman, whom milena read as the mother, was alive. she had mousy salt and pepper hair, oval reading glasses, a loose tee shirt, and a friendly, inviting smile. everything about her screamd IM NOT AN ALCHOHOlIC. I WONT DIE AND LEAVE YOU TO YOUR RAPIST UNCLE'S INTENITONS. instantly, milena felt a familiar pang of jealousy, as she always did when she saw a mother and child. then the children of the seven. they all looked like they were marcia and the other brady bunch kids. it sickened her. what made them so better? so deserving of a functional family?
jerked from her thoughts as she saw a young man from the corner of her pale blue eyes, she looked up. it only took her a few seconds to figure out he was speaking to her and what he had said, and she shrugged a thin shoulder. she eyed him rather suspiciously for a second before relaxing. she was always tense around strangers. when they were guys. damn, her uncle really fuucked her up badly. as he spoke to her, she bit her lip before answering. it's fine, really. she said, italian accent heavy but words still understandable. oh, you should have seen her when she moved here. bella and levi would take her around, telling her to say things like 'let me fuck you, hairy old pedophile' to random people on the streets. she'd do it, since she at the time had no idea what any of those words meant. levi found this as a pasttime for a long time until her aunt had taken pity on the girl being harassed by levi daily, and made her learn english. at first, it was painful. she had to think about what someone said to her for like, two minutes before she could answer. everyone thought she was retarted. i'm milena.
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Post by christian calhoun , on Feb 10, 2008 20:25:48 GMT -5
it's been getting late for days
and i feel myself deserving of a little time off
Christian offered up a slightly larger and warmer smile as she spoke. Good, so she was going to let him sit with her. Honestly, he would have been rather taken aback had she declined his request. Christian was often sought after by women and was not used to being turned down. And why not? There was something about Christian that every woman like, that every woman wanted. To start with, he has gorgeous features. From his slightly softer jaw and face to his well muscled body, it was nearly impossible to find a physical flaw in him. Even though his clothes were not tight, you could tell just by looking at him that he definitely worked out. He wasn't overly muscled, but just enough to appear enticing and good looking. Then there was his smile. He had the most charming smile that you would ever see on a boy. And what's best is that he knew how to alter it to suit the girl. You want a bad boy? Just add a glint of mischief and he's in your pants. Prefer your guy a little tougher? Christian could add that into the charm as well. Basically the boy knew how to cater to each individual girl to make him their fantasy.
And that's where the fun for him came in. It wasn't much so much the sex that was fun for him. Don't get me wrong, he enjoyed it immensely. But the figuring girls out and getting in their heads was by far the most entertaining. And we can't forget screwing with their lives. Christian wasn't malicious, just bored. And everything else he had grown tired of, except for people. They truly had yet to bore him and he was content with that. However, he had a feeling that this would soon change and dreaded the very day when his fragile "perfect" little life would come crashing down around him. He knew it was destined to happen eventually, but was trying very hard to prevent it. Or at the very least, bring his father down with him. Ah his father. If Christian really truly hated anyone, it was his father. For whatever reason, Christian had a very close connection to his mother. And when he saw his dad cheating on her or sometimes even abusing her the way he did, it was all Christian could do not to kill him. He had in fact punched him on one occasion and had been sent away to boarding school. Like that had worked. Christian escaped with two days at school and was home within a week.
Christian's thoughts and eyes flickered back to the girl as he sat down next to her. It was the first time that he had an actual chance to look at her up close. And now that he could, he confirmed the earlier thought. This girl was gorgeous. No, she was beyond gorgeous. As he had noted before, she seemed as though she wasn't from here. Her beauty had instantly captivated him. Perhaps his favorite thing about her thus far were her eyes. They were this color that was similar to the sky an hour till sunset. Those eyes were a brilliant blue that captivated Christian right from the start. He tried to look elsewhere but found that he couldn't, until he forced his eyes to his coffee cup before taking a sip. This wasn't like him. He wasn't usually so distracted by the women he spoke to. Maybe this one was different? No way. That could not happen.
He spoke and shattered his thoughts by saying,
I'm Christian. Your accent, Italian right?
His hazel eyes had taken on a slightly different look, one of warmth kindness and intrigue. We'll just have to see about this one. Maybe she was different...
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Post by milena jones , on Feb 10, 2008 21:31:28 GMT -5
as christian sat down, the brunette didn't even try to cover up the fact that she was staring at him. and it wasn't in a checking you out way, either. she was studying him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. what he wanted. why he wanted to sit with her. personally, milena thought she was gawky and too forgein looking. most didn't appreciate her appearance. girls, at least. guys seemed drawn to her. most girls this turned them slutty or something, but not milena. she was perfectly sweet to people. she was genuine about everything, and when seh talked to a person she acted as if they were the only thing that mattered. she had no idea where she'd picked up these qualities, but she liked to think that they were good qualities.
she watched him stare at her. watched him smile at her. then watched his eyes lower to his cofee cup. biting her glossy, plump lips softly, a smile creeped over her face as he smiled again, warmly at her. anyone's genuine smile was contagious to the young italian brunette. she just couldn't help but feel happy when someone smiled at her. she liked to think it was because that they were just really friendly people, but somehow the girl really really doubted this. most people weren't. her uncle wasn't, and she'd trusted him with her whole heart. he was her uncle. that was just pretty much one of the grossest things.. to watch someone in your own family undress you with their eyes. blinking softly to rid the image and feelings that were sent through her mind, she tried to focus back on the boy in front of her but found it hard.
she quickly swept her raven colored hair over her left shoulder, revealing her long, thin, slender neck. everything about her was long and slender. her legs, her stomach, her arms, her neck... she was simply a beautiful girl. but not in a generic blonde flawless way. no, her flaws definately made milena stunning. she caught everyone's attention because she looked so different then everyone else, being half italian. back in italy, she hadn't been treated quite the same. most girls were used to her looks, and most guys were used to other girls looking like her. she was a true italian beauty, though, and had been told many times to go into modeling. but she never found the time to. besides, she'd rather not pose for some man with a camera.
as he guessed her accent was italian, she grinned and nodded. yes! most people think it is... i don't know, spanish or something. she replied, unable to keep her slight excitement out of her voice. she blinked softly and looked over at him again before taking a sip of her steaming coffee. and your accent... american, no? milena asked him with a hint of a smile on her shiny lips.
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Post by christian calhoun , on Feb 11, 2008 16:54:51 GMT -5
we can kick it here for hours and
just mouth off about the world
Christian found her bright blue eyes looking right back at him and that drew a slightly deeper smile onto his lips. Most of the time people had issues staring directly at him because some people found his eyes intimidating. Right now he had softened them up as much as possible as to be more welcoming to this girl. The last thing he wanted to do to the girl was intimidate her. However, he could instantly become frightening if the mood called for it. Christian was a man of many talents, put on a mask was definitely one of them. He noted that her stare was not one of her checking him out. That offset him the slightest bit. He was used to that being a girl's first reaction when he sat down to talk to them. Hmmm, so there were people that could still surprise him. Even if it was just the slightest bit. Still, that was more than most people could offer and Christian instantly liked this girl. She just had something about her that drew him to her. And it wasn't just her gorgeous looks. No, Christian knew a lot of beautiful girls and beauty had really stopped phasing him a while ago. He still appreciated it, but it wasn't his chief priority in a girl.
When she spoke, Christian quickly discovered what had drawn him to her so much. She was Italian. Or partially Italian. Either way, she had Italian blood in her, he was sure of that. Italy had always held a special spot in Christian's heart. With his family constantly moving from city to city, Italy had always been looming on the horizon. He had visited the great country first when he was ten and fell in love with it immediately. His parents had had to literally drag him onto the plane to leave, for the little ten year old boy was putting up quite a fuss in order not to leave. Ever since then, Italy had become his home. He had made a point to visit nearly every city possible, and Rome had quickly won his heart and became his favorite city. Whenever Christian go upset with his parents, annoyed with life, or wanted to celebrate, he took off for Italy. The place always seemed to calm him and give him a proper prospective. Or as proper of a prospective as a guy like Christian could have.
His smile grew big and it was even visible in his eyes now. They had gone from mildly bored and tired to suddenly bright and vibrant. Now they were very pleasant to look at and a few girls that were a year or two younger than him noticed as they came into the coffee shop, not so secretly whispering and pointing at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Milena. He shook his head when she said that some people thought it was Spanish.
No, definitely Italian. Sounds to me like somewhere around Rome? I wouldn't know though, I don't spend nearly enough time there sadly.
The boy had to laugh a little as she told him that his accent was American. He wasn't quite sure why it was so funny, perhaps that it was blatantly obvious or just the way she said it. Either way he chuckled for the first time in days and it brought a new light to his face. He gave a nod after sipping his latte once more.
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