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Post by harley on Jul 14, 2009 23:30:06 GMT -5
Elouise GeimaOutfit (click)Miss Elouise Geima had just finished cleaning her house top to bottom, getting out drinks, both non-alcohaulic and alcohaulic and set them out on the large island in her modern kitchen, red plastic cups in stacks of twenty-five. She had stowed away all her breakables and pictures actually worth something, in the thought that the party might explode like the ones in those fake reality shows. Stylish jeans, eggplant shirt, silver metallic calf-boots and silver eye shadow made her stand out in a crowd like what was to be expected at her average monthly party, only this time she was almost expecting a certain person met earlier in the week to show. She left the door open wide, her whole house open to visitors, except of course the upstairs bedrooms, where she had stached all the furniture and breakables. Music already blasting throughout to house's speaker system, it was nine at night, a little past sundown in the middle of summer on a Saturday night, perfect setting for a party. Her older white Jeep parked in the garage, she kept a series of cones, blocking off the driveway, as there was a series of plastic patio furniture she had purchased mainly for this occasion set up in a circle, which could be used to new or old friends meeting up. She busied herself in the kitchen, getting food together when she thought she heard someone walk into the front door... OOC://Anyone can post, this is a completely open thread, just bring your most party-riffic character(s) and have a good time!\\
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 11:56:42 GMT -5
He walked up to the house Elouise described at the bar. The loud music seemed to encourage him this was it. Seeing the door open he walked up and knocked on the opened door. "Anybody home?" he called out as he looked around the house. He'd walk in and try to see if she was there. 'Well I hope this is her house or this is going to be akward...' he thought to himself. He thought heard some noises comming from the kitchen and walked over there to see if anyone familiar was in there. He peered through the door and saw Elouise. "Thank God! Thought I was in the wrong house. Sorry 'bout barging in. Need any help?" ((Sorry a bit low on muse...))
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Post by harley on Jul 15, 2009 14:25:15 GMT -5
Elouise peered through the large doorway from the kitchen, spying Chad. "I'm in the kitchen..." She replied at first, and then seeing him, she put on a warm smile, short frame on a stool to reach a back cupboard where her cheese shredder was. She stepped down and laughed at herself, looking up to him."You came at just to right time. Do ya' think you could reach back there and grab my cheese shredder? I just can't seem to find it. Probally makes it even worse that I can't see what I'm doing." Luckily for most people, the young woman had a very good sense of humor, and always cracked jokes about her height and it's advantages and not-so-great features, such as times like these. If she was half a foot shorter, she'd be a legally declared dwarf, but so what? Who cares what's on the outside of a person? All that matter to herself was that she had a fun life, good times and good laughs.
She got a block of cheese out of her stainless-steel fridge and put it on a cutting board, taking her cheese knife and cutting it into long pieces perfect for sandwiches, or her personal favorite, just to eat by itself. She grabbed a peice and took a bite of the sharp cheddar, still cutting away. "Damn, this stuff is good. Want some?" She asked, eyes still concetrating on where the knife and her fingers were. She put the cheese cuttings on a decorated paper plate and placed it on the island next to a bowl of Ritz crackers, a couple cut loaves of Sourdough and French bread, and a large block of butter.
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 14:36:25 GMT -5
He watched her reach aimlessly for the shredder. He chuckled before walking over there to help. "Sure. No problem." He reached up and grabbed the shredder quick and easy and handed it to her, "There ya go." He looked at the stool,"You should really find a safer way to get that stuff." he declared with a grin. He looked around at the near empty house, "So anybody else showing up, or am I just early?" ((Sorry I have no muse in my system))
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Post by harley on Jul 15, 2009 15:37:31 GMT -5
Elouise smiled."Yeah, a three-foot ladder would be nice." She laughed and took the cheese shredder from him."Thank you, Chad." Looking up at him, she quickly looked down and went back to the fridge, pulling out another block of Chedder, along with a block of Jack cheese, and a plastic bowl. She shredded both cheeses until there was no block left, and then mixed the two together. The cheese would be perfect for the small quasadilla squares and fried chicken and beef used to stuff them into soft tacos. She looked back up at him, remembering his one question."Well, I believe you are early."
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 16:36:04 GMT -5
He laughed at her reply, "I'll get you one for a present." He felt a little strange sitting there. He barely knew the girl. Oh well he was there anyway. "Like I said, no problem." he grinned. He leaned back against the wall and watched as she shred the cheeses. "That why you left the bar that night?" he questioned. He beat himself up over even asking. It wasn't his business anyway. Once he found out he was early he laughed at himself, "Guess that's good. I really had no idea when I was supposed to come over. Have any last minute things I can help you out with?"
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 16:51:12 GMT -5
Holly and her sister, Blair Cook walked to the doorstep. "Come on, you'll have a great time, sis," Blair told her. Holly had been convinced to go by her sister, who was quite the partyer. There was only a two year difference between the two; but the elder was way more mature. "This better be a quick party," Holly muttered. She didn't like Elouise for some reason; she didn't no why, she just didn't. Ringing the doorbell, Blair smiled. She was wearing a Purple tank-top with a hot pink tie, denim shorts and purple flip-flops. Her blonde hair was left down, and one of the wavy pieces was dyed pink. Holly, on the other hand; was a bit more sophisticated. She had a nest white button-up shirt with black yoga pants. Her brunette hair was in a nice pony-tail. As the two sisters stood together, they waited for the door to open.
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Post by harley on Jul 15, 2009 16:55:37 GMT -5
She continued to get things ready in the kitchen."What's why? And not that I can think of." She said, looking up at him with a smirk accross her face, a new scratch along her high-set cheek bone. She walked into the other room and turned off the music for the time being."Sorry, can't hear myself think. More people should be coming in about half an hour or so." Walking back into the kitchen, she washed her hands, putting a dab of peach-smelling lotion on after drying. She looked the taller man infront of herself over, starting at his feet, moving up his body."Since you asked me a question, now I must ask you one. What was up with your side at the bar, huh? Yeah, I noticed." She had been called very observant on many different occasions, from professors in college, to employers in highschool. She noticed everything, from the color shirt someone was wearing in a movie, to the way a certain person moved.
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 17:07:25 GMT -5
"Eh... Never mind..." he replied with a sigh. He looked down to her face. It was kind of funny he had to look down to someone like that. He would watch as she walked away and then heard the music go silent. "Okay." Guess that answered his question. When she started looking over him, he cocked his brow and tilted his head like a confused animal. Once she spoke of his side he laughed and rubbed the back of his head, "Observant are we? I just broke my ribs." he said it like it wasn't anything new. "It's feeling a little better now but I'll have to make sure nobody nudges too hard." He'd look over to the front door. It was shut now. 'When did that happen?'
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 17:13:48 GMT -5
Blair peered into the window and saw people inside. "Here, maybe the door is opened." Reching out to open the door, she felt a slap on her arm. "Don't open their door! She will open it as she pleases." Holly was giving a sterm look at her sister. "Oh, come on." Blair rolled her eyes and continued to open the door. To Holly's surprise, it was opened. The pair walked in; Blair walked straight to Elouise, while Holly went more subtle: standing. "Hi, Elouise, great party!" The blonde, wavy haired 19 year old smiled. She pulled a loose strand of hair behind her ear which had triple piercings: one on the top and two on the bottom. Her nose also had a piercing, but Blair had it out at the time.
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Post by harley on Jul 15, 2009 17:22:11 GMT -5
Elouise had been intently looking at his eyes, when she heard a slap, yelling and finally the door opening. When had that stupid door closed? She hadn't been paying attention. When the two walked in, she smiled happily and turned the music back on, proping the door open with a brick she had found in the neighbor's sideyard. "Not really a party yet...but, help yourself to food and drinks, but if you're under twenty one, you'll be under close monitoring." She laughed, though she was completely serious. She then directed her attention back to Chad. "Broke your ribs, did ya'? Oh, you poor thing." She herself had been through worse, and then gone back to work the very next day, riding and mucking out stalls, even though her doctors pleaded she stay home and rest. The short one was young, easy-going and fun, plus she had a great sense of humor most woman her age lacked.
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 17:33:05 GMT -5
He was staring at Elouise. Why did he feel this way around her. "Uh Elo-" He heard some yelling and slapping outside the door. He turned his attention on the two other girls that walked in. Well the other guest started growing slowly. He looked up at the ceiling of the kitchen and sighed. Hopefully the place wouldn't get to full. He wasn't that social. He jerked when he heard Elouise again. He looked back down his expression was emotionless. "Eh... Kind of deserved it." he then cracked a smile.
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 17:39:23 GMT -5
Blair grinned. "Fine, only one drink." She was 19, so she'd be under close monitoring, according to Elouise. holly walked over to Elouise also, a huge fake grin on her face. "Elouise! So nice to see you darling," she said, turning her head. Once she did that, she rolled her eyes and stuck out her toungue. Pulling her lucious hair out of the clip it was in, she took a hair tie out of her pocket and pulled her brunette hair up in her hands. Finally, Holly's hair was in a loose side ponytail that was hanging off her shoulders.
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Post by harley on Jul 15, 2009 17:50:24 GMT -5
Elouise smirked, laughing silently."Why don't you two get something to drink and wait in the living room or outside for more people? I have some things to finish up in here real quick." She waited for the two to leave, setting a few final things on the now packed island. The oven dinged loudly and the opened it, reaching for a toothpick that was on the counter, she took it in the oven, poking the thing baking inside. She nodded and retreated, throwing the pick in the large garbage can near the island, where people were incouraged to throw away their trash. Taking two oven mitts off the wall, she put them over her hands and pulled out a rather large tub of freshly baked brownies. Flipping them over onto the metal cooling rack on the counter, she added a rich chocolate icing in a metal bowl from the fridge after ten minutes of them sitting out and sliced them into small squares, putting them on a large paper plate, and then onto the last available space on the island. "Made from scratch!" She said happily, rubbing her hands together and taking yet another two batches of brownies, putting them in the oven for a couple of minutes to get them warm again.
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 18:06:05 GMT -5
Walking to the door in brown jeans, a white tank top, her old motorcycle jacket and her hair down, Buffy Summers had a smile on her face. She stopped. She didn't know if she should just walk in or not. But, she walked right in. Walking straight to where everyone else was. Hello she said. She touched a pocket of her jacket to feel her medication bottle in it just incase she needed it.
((sorry for the shortness. running low on muse))
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