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| ıиƒαмous | advlit | ic Go to post | 18 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:28 pm |
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| ıиƒαмous | advlit | ic Go to post | 18 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:16 pm |
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| ıиƒαмous | advlit | ic Go to post | 18 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Wed Jul 30, 2008 9:59 pm |
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ıиƒαмous © by Layleeah, meaning don't steal.  Seriously, don't steal.
[© by Layleeah] |
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| ıиƒαмous | advlit | ic Go to post | 18 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Wed Jul 30, 2008 9:41 pm |
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ıиƒαмous Do not steal, biotch. ıиƒαмous [ıи-ƒuн-мuнs] adj. Having an extremely bad reputation for doing bad and/or evil things. © by Layleeah When thinking of infamy, well, you think of famous people. You think of Brody, LC, Heidi. Not even close, darlings. You steal, you die. Some people can make the infamous celebs look like angels. Even eight simple teens can. Don't even think about it. |
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| [ic] τө вε α мөνιε ѕταя ●»● open | full.? Go to post | 58 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:39 am |
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 Pieno di bolle Singapore ragazzo chi parlare… Italiano? Che cosa? •xxx•xxx•
"Papa's my nick name for the paparazzi. You know, like, Papa Razzi?" Alex smiled at Dette's nickname for the paparazzi. "That's a fitting name, in a sense." Alex said, smiling still, as he glanced at Nicole, admiring her green eyes for a moment before turning away. The boy listened to Nicole as she started up a conversation on getting to know everyone. Well, now he knew that she was born in Augusta, Maine, had been in showbiz all her life, mother was a singer, parents divorced since she could remember. As for Dette, it was almost the same; she had been born in the same place, the two were best friends all life, started acting at sixteen, and she was an only child. Hm, both kind of normal childhoods. Well, time for the twist from theirs to his. "I was born in Singapore, and lived there until I was two or three — I can't remember my age at the time. My parents, brothers Jack and Nathaniel, and me all moved to Indonesia for a year after that.Then we moved to Italy, and I lived in Italy most of my life, but then we all moved to the States when I was seventeen, and to Midland, Texas. My parents are still together, and my older brothers both live on separate ends of this country. Jack lives in San Diego, while Nathan lives in New York. I started acting when I was twenty, and have been ever since. Oh — I can also speak fluently in Italian. And most of Spanish." The boy said, sighing out a huge breath of air he had to taken in after saying that mouthful. Alex sighed, looking over at the paparazzi again, knowing that they were most likely planning their next scheme to make Alex and all of his costars look bad. Like, for instance, them saying that he's dating Nicole and Dette. Now, that would be something that Alex would sue for, no joke. The boy turned back, looking out at the horizon line, watching as they sun grew closer to it. It made him think of Italy, for some reason. Maybe because he had been rambling about it? Or because he had been thinking about it lately. Oh, well. He was thinking about it, and missing it. Dearly. Alex sighed, thinking of all the friends he had left behind, telling them he'd be back when he could move again. Uh, no sir-ee-bob. That hadn't happened. Alex went to college and became an actor instead. Well, you win some you lose some, he guessed, sighing and turning back to the girls. |
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| [ic] τө вε α мөνιε ѕταя ●»● open | full.? Go to post | 58 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Tue Jul 29, 2008 11:52 pm |
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Pieno di bolle Singapore ragazzo chi parlare… Italiano? Che cosa? •xxx•xxx•
Alex sighed, turning to Dette, listening to her, and smiling at the end. "Don't worry, I notcied you were talking to me. And, you're not stupid. I don't think that." Alex said, still chuckling. "But yeah, it's cool to hang out off set with everyone. Who else is coming?" Alex said, swinging his arms lightly under him, making it so he was floating on his back. Alex stared up at the sun, squinting his eyes, trying not to burn the s**t out of them. That would be bad. The first actor to be blind! Amazing! Alex smiled mentally at the thought, looking back at the beach as he drifted to the side. The boy looked, seeing that the paparazzi had calmed a little, taking less pictures, and some even leaving. Thank God. The boy thought, watching as another camera flashed, then left. Alex remembered his first time in Hollywood. Especially after his first movie. The paparazzi loved new actors and actresses, or singers. They loved to make up stories about them, and run them in various magazines. It was really quite rude, but the fresh Hollywood bait didn't entirely mind. They always just loved to have the camera on them. Alex thought back to when he would always hide out from the paparazzi, trying to walk through the streets of Hollywood unseen, but that didn't always work. They had found him either way, and always tried to get the poor boy to flip them off, or get pissed, but he wasn't like that. No, Alex was gentler, but he could still punch the s**t out of anyone. Alex sighed again, taking in the water and sun, feeling the slight breeze. The paparazzi were...gone? No, that wasn't right. They never just left. Alex looked left and right down the beach, seeing that they were sneaking onto the beach, unseen of course, trying to get better pictures of the three actors in the water. God. They really like to see how far they can go without getting caught. Alex thought, putting his legs back into the water, as a small wave passed through. He began to tread the water again, then sunk under. He opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the salt water, stinging them slightly. The boy looked around under the water, seeing blurred images of a lost surf board, a bunch of fish, and a few pieces of coral and seaweed. Common things, for the most part. |
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| [ic] τө вε α мөνιε ѕταя ●»● open | full.? Go to post | 58 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:57 pm |
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Pieno di bolle Singapore ragazzo chi parlare… Italiano? Che cosa? •xxx•xxx•
Now, to the real story since that lecture about him was most likely dead boring. We'll start off her...Right after today's movie shooting. The tall brunette boy, as called Alex, walked off the set, iPod in hand, listening to his music. I curse this day, my dream became my descent. Suddenly, I long for you, my only love... The words sang through Alex's head, as he leaned against a wall, closing his eyes, getting rid of all evidence that he was stressed at the moment. Things like that helped him a lot, actually. Most people wouldn't guess that listening to your favorite songs and shutting your eyes could help. It most certainly did for Mr. Alex. The actor sighed in relief, remembering the hotel that he and all of the other actors had to stay in while shooting the movie. Luckily, everyone got their own suite, so no sharing. But, of course, the director and producer got the two best suites. Typical. Directors and producers were oddly egotistical, even though they seem like down-to-earth people. Its a little bothersome for Alex, considering he and the other actors work a lot hard to play out the movie, rather than sitting there yelling at people. Oh, the irony of Hollywood, eh? Alex unwillingly opened his eyes, eyeing all of the people that walked past him, chattering excitedly about things like, "Oh my God! I can't believe I got the part of this movie! We get to work with Carson Billings! Not to mention Nicole Evans! They're, like, my fave actors." Alex sighed, watching as the two girls turned around, still smiling ear to ear, and began to giggle with hysterics, he guessed. "Holy s**t, Anne! It's Alex Evenison!" The blond one screamed, while the other blond giggled hysterically. "Er...Hi." Alex said lifting one hand to wave a little. "I, er, gotta go..." Alex said, pushing himself off the wall, and brushing past the two blonds. First-time movie. He guessed, listening to the two girls scream, as he realized that he touched them with his arm by accident. Alex sighed, walking around the set, wanting to be away from it, and walking towards the beach. A calming place, at least, with no one there. Yet. There were soon to be bonfires up, and actors and producers everywhere. One more reason to come to the beach before anyone else. Alex sighed, again, putting his hands in pockets, leaning against a nearby palm tree. The twenty-three year old stared off at the waves, taking in everything that was peaceful. Wow, he felt negative today. Maybe it was just a bad day, hopefully. Usually, he'd be off with everyone else, laughing his a** off as one of them spilled a drink on themselves, or something. Yeah, definitely a bad day. Well, that always happened. A month and a half into shooting, his usual time to get a little cranky, usually wore off within the next day, luckily. As long as the movie was shorter than a few months long, Alex could usually deal with it. Although, sometimes with long, climatic movies, he couldn't help but to be a loner towards the end of it. But, again, that was only with some movies. Most of the time though, this boy just wanted to just hang out, go to parties, and have a good time getting drunk, with a wicked hangover the next morning. Alex watched as the two blonds, heads bobbing noticeable — most likely trying to shake their hips as they walked in front of Alex — giggled, pretending to be very into what they were talking about, even though they were trying to catch his attention. I guess some blonds really are stupid. The brunette thought, as he chuckled darkly to himself, watching as they passed again, then harrumphing off, obviously frustrated because Alex didn't run after them, asking to go to a movie or something, like a normal manwhore that they go for would. The twenty-three yer old finally began to scan the beach, for any noticeable life along the water. Well, he spotted a few of the background actors, and...Dette? Yup, it was her, floating in the water with Nicole, of course. That was definitely no surprise. Alex finally sighed, getting tired of just standing there, looking like a loner. Time to go back to the hotel. Alex thought, as he walked up to the beach side hotel, scanning his room card, and opening the large gate to walk through. The boy walked over to the stairs, taking two at a time. He remembered when everyone first came here, that there were a few low hanging pipes and bars, Alex had been one of the only people to forget about that, and smack his head against the metal. Not fun, that was for sure. Alex chuckled, ducking under one of the pipes on the stairs, and walked up to the very top floor. Well, that was surely a work out. One thing that made it even a little harder, was that he didn't even know how many floors there were. Funny, eh? Alex panted slightly, as he walked over to his room, sliding his card key through the card scanner, and opening the door. He walked over to his room, dropped the card key on the nearby table, stripping of his shirt. Alex sighed, not wanting to put another on. No one was there, and it wasn't like he was a fat-lard with manboobs. Now, Alex really laughed, as he thought of that. The twenty-three year old walked over to his balcony, that had a great view of the beach, and leaned on the railing, watching as people below looked at the beach, or walked onto the beach. The boy's brows furrowed, as he listened to his cell phone vibrate. A text? Alex walked over to where he had left his cell phone this morning, seeing that it was from Dette. He sighed, thinking about it for a moment. Swimming...Hmm, well he could relax a little. What the hell? To: Odette Greenburg From: Alex Evenison Sent: Monday, 7/03 4:54pm sure, sounds good. i'll be down in a few minutes. [: Alex sent the message, setting down his LG Dare, by Verizon. The boy walked into his room, picking out a pair of trunks he had recently bought for the trip, and stripped of his pants and boxers, putting the trunks on. Alex grabbed a different shirt, a black one now, and put it on. The boy grabbed his phone, checking the time quickly, knowing that everyone would most likely want dinner around five-thirty. That was a normal time, anyways. Alex put his phone into his pocket, grabbing his key card, putting it into his pocket, as well, and walked out the door, making sure it closed and locked behind him. Just and OCD thing he had. The boy walked over to the elevator this time, deciding he had gotten a good workout from the stairs earlier, and pressed the floor-level button. Alex got to the first floor, waving at the hotel manager, as the manager had waved to Alex first, and walked out the back doors, and onto the beach. Alex saw where the girls had put their stuff, and decided to leave his next to theirs. The boy took off his shirt, setting it down, putting his phone and key card under it, so no one would steal that. Yet again, an OCD thing that he had going. Alex took off his flip-flops, and began walking into the sun-warmed water. Man, was it stress-relieving, even though it was only up to his knees at the time. The boy walked out farther and farther, until he was to the girls, and his head was still above water, but he still treaded it. "Hey." Alex said, smiling. |
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Mon Jul 28, 2008 7:57 pm |
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{xxxxxxx Yuri Ami Hizuni xxxxxxx}
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●xxx→ ∥ Yuri Hizuni ●xxx→ ∥ Five feet ; zero inches. ●xxx→ ∥ Female. ●xxx→ ∥ Brown. ●xxx→ ∥ Black. ●xxx→ ∥ Ninety-eight pounds. ●xxx→ ∥ Currently single. ●xxx→ ∥ My height. ●xxx→ ∥ Bisexual. ●xxx→ ∥ All Japanese, meaning I speak Japanese. Fεbяuαяy ғouяτεεnτн
"xxxSpy? Quite an upgrade. How are you going to reel them in?xxx"
Anyways, in all it's cool to be back on duty. I definitely think that we can get the truth out, and get whoever gave the camera to them in the first place, or whoever made the camera. This is probably going to be the coolest assignment, yet. But anyways, as long as the suspects trust me and my other spy friends, then we should be on good terms, as long as nothing happens — er, you didn't hear that. Anyways, its going to be kind of hard to get the guy, becuase we don't really know where he is right now, but that's okay, we just need the basics. First thing first, he calls. Yup, just like in movies, it happens all the time. We can track the call, as long as it isn't on a pay-phone, and get the guy. But, we always have to make sure that he talks about the camera to any of the suspects.
"xxxFayette, Utah.. lived there your entire life?xxx"
"xxxHow about now?xxx"
"xxxSocial life? How's that working out?xxx"
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| v a c a и c ч || an advlit masterpiece || ic Go to post | 22 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Sun Jul 27, 2008 2:00 am |
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 ♫I curse the day my dream became my descent. Suddenly I long for you, my only love, In my perfection I have no want a folly as fatal as sin...♫
Zane Alexandre opened it door, hearing the click, then creak as it opened. That was the one thing about this hotel—it was creepy, not to mention creaky. Zane chuckled darkly at himself. This was almost like those old horror movies he had watched—the group of people go to the old hotel place, then find out its haunted, then die. The end. Zane couldn't help but smile at that, finding it funny, and somewhat ironic. Although, it was obvious the hotel was not haunted. If it was...Well, then Zane would've either noticed by then, or he was going to be dead by that night. Zane walked through the halls, looking at each door. Many of the numbers that were on the doors were crusted, and gross looking. Zane wondered if there was a haunted room, somewhere...Well, it could be pretty cool to meet a ghost, as long as it didn't try to kill him. The boy sighed, taking in the scent of everything here...Mostly, though, he just sniffed up some dust, making Zane cough. "God I hate dust." Zane Alexandre growled, still coughing. The boy shook his head, and began walking again. No more of that. Zane Alexandre reached the kitchen, seeing that Vanessa was down there, walking past her, brushing his arm against her as he passed. Well, at least the kitchen wasn't too small...Kind of. There were only two stoves, many cabinets, two sinks, a refrigerator, a few garbage cans, and other various kitchen-esque items. Zane Alexandre sighed, seeing that there weren't many choices to choose from. There were a few bags of chips, beer of course, soda, some water bottles, and crackers. Zane sighed, wanting tea. The good tea, the kind that is from those oriental stores. Zane Alexandre looked at the crackers, eyeing them for a moment before finally picking them up, and opening the box. Maybe they had bought cereal, and put it somewhere, along with milk. Milk! That was something that Zane Alexandre had been craving. The boy, crackers still in hand, walked over to the old looking fridge, opening it, seeing that there was food in there. "Aha!" The boy said, grabbing the carton of milk out, and setting it on the countertop. He checked the expiration date quickly, making sure it was going to be good for a little while, and it was. Zane opened a few cabinets, looking for some sort of glass, seeing that most of the shelves were packed with spiderwebs, dust, and few cooking items. He sighed, opening one last shelf, smiling, as there were glasses in there. The boy grabbed one down, rinsing it under the sink water, getting the dust out, except for the bit that was caked on towards the bottom outside of the glass. He shrugged mentally, pouring the milk in before it got warm. Zane Alexandre felt as the cold drink went down his throat how thirsty he was. The boy set the glass down, realizing that he had drank then entire glass already. He sighed, pouring a little more milk, needing to save the rest for everyone else. Zane Alexandre close the lid on top of the carton, setting the milk into the fridge, on the top shelf, turning around to where the crackers were. He sighed, opening the bag, taking out a few and eating them, until he decided that crackers weren't all that appetizing. |
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| v a c a и c ч || an advlit masterpiece || ic Go to post | 22 | The Gaian Neighborhood |
Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:32 pm |
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♫I curse the day my dream became my descent. Suddenly I long for you, my only love, In my perfection I have no want a folly as fatal as sin...♫
Zane Alexandre sighed, turning around and grabbing a pair of pants, not caring to put a shirt on at the moment. He stumbled through the room, bonking his elbow on the old, dusty dresser. "s**t!" He grunted, grabbing his elbow. That dresser was hard. s**t, what was it made out of? Metal? Zane Alexandre sighed, letting go of his arm, mumbling in French out the door. Dieu, je déteste cet endroit. La poussière freaking partout! Zane thought (translation, "God, I hate this place. Dust freaking everywhere!" ), walking out of the door into the hall, seeing Caleb and Aiden down the way. How was everyone supposed to live here? No food other than the crap they grabbed down here. What happens when they become wanted people? How the hell are they supposed to get food then? Zane Alexandre sighed again, examining his elbow, which now had a few blood streaks. Great. He thought sarcastically, wiping the blood off with his hand. Zane looked up again, seeing that Aiden didn't look to good...almost drunk, from his perspective. Stumbling with Caleb holding him up. Odd. "Caleb, is he drunk or hurt?" Zane Alexandre asked seriously, not trying to be funny. Zane Alexandre walked down farther toward the two teenagers, seeing that Aiden was hurt. Zane Alexandre's eyes widen, as he saw blood drip from the back of Aiden's head. That's not good... Zane thought as he put up his index finger, indicating that he'd be back in a minute. The boy walked swiftly back down the hall, to his room, grabbing a shirt. He tore the shirt in various strips of black cloth, bringing them back to Aiden. Zane Alexandre tied a few pieces together, and pressing them lightly to Aiden's head, seeing a girl that he thought the name was Vanessa. Zane looked down slightly at Caleb biting his bottom lip carefully, trying not to gnaw his snakebites out. "I would sit him down, and press that—" Zane pointed at the torn shirt on Aiden's head "—to his head every few minutes. Er, that's the best I can tell you." Zane Alexandre said, seeing this be done on TV various times. He nodded to Caleb, patting Aiden's shoulder, not really wanting to be around blood. That made him nervous. The seventeen year old sighed, turning on his heel, and walking back to his room, into the bathroom stripping of his pants and boxers, stepping into the shower, turning the hot water on. |
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