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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:32 pm
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 10:56 pm
DT's Post-it Note:
Since Ptah Sa has reached adult stage, his journal will be moved to a 'sticky'... after completing the standard two more posts, you will not have to RP him to keep him anymore.
However, since this was somewhat a shared journal with your other GCB, you will have to revert to using the other one for Ethan from now on 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 3:19 pm
The beat popped and pinked sounding like bubbles of metal falling on the floor all around them, and the lights spinning and shining against the wooden floor made the analogy seem so much more real. The heavy base in the background to the bubbles was making Ptah feel slightly giddy since he was standing to close to them. But as staff he needed to man his post, no? It was all the harder since this was one of his favorite songs even before one of his favorite Dj’s had done the remix of it.
When you're stoned, baby, I am drunk
And we make love, it seems a little desolate
It's hard sometimes not to look away
And think what's the point when I'm having to hold this fire down
I think I'll explode if I can't feel this freely now.
He could smell the perfumes, colognes and sweet mingle in the air around him giving off the feeling of sex without the musk he was used to with that sort of action. Still the smells and sounds were starting to mix into an intoxicating drug that was flowing through his body. His feet began to move and he knew was lost to the crowd, lost to the dancing, lost to the feeling of being one and being so much more all at once. Stepping away from his spot on the side lines Ptah threw off his staff shirt and tossed it to the bar tender ,not far from him for, safe keeping.
The man he knew well caught the shirt effortlessly and gave the young man a disgruntled look, as if to say ‘you’ll get fired if you keep this up kid’. But Ptah new better, he was like a second son to the owner here. Joker was one of his mother best friends when he had been a child and though they had grown apart, Ptah had always found a second home here. There’s no way he’d get sacked for this, or so he hoped, because he couldn’t stop now.
His shinning ripped shirt glinted in the light along with his new n****e rings, and his pleated shirt and tight pants clung close to him, breathing just enough to let his moving body gain the air it needed to keep up with the thudding pace of the living music around him. Ptah slipped between person after person finding enough room to dance and enough confined space to feel the human wave around him give and pulse. A body moved closer to his, a petite frame wiggled close, gyrated and heated his already too hot body. Smiling and closing his eyes Ptah moved his hands over his new partner feeling the softness of their flesh, the fabric of their outfit that clung to their body, and the in-take of breath ebb and flow from their lips.
He wasn’t sure if it was male or female but it didn’t matter, the music had them, the smells, the atmosphere, the raising tones flowing over them; becoming part of them. Rough lips found his and a tongue to match, hands wrapped around his waist and slid along his body, slowing as the beat hit a peak and stopped completely as if to let the dancers, it’s captives come up for air. The Dj held the moment for almost to long, the captives started to try and break their bonds to the song, by looking around, by reacquainting themselves with where they were. But like a driver plunged into water the music began again and once more the room was held by the beat and the sounds. As they should be, as they begged to be. Ptah smiled and spun in the arms of his dance mate.
And if you find one day, find some freedom and relief
With this freedom maybe, maybe you will find some peace
With this peace baby, I hope it brings you back to me
Bring you home, take me home
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