Post by volvo on Jun 26, 2008 0:42:14 GMT -5
this is just the PROLOGUE;
i beg to DREAM and differ;
basic info
basic info
character name; Naina Mikkailyevna Vodopyanova
age; twenty
occupation; worker at evolution skatepark
status; single
orientation; straight, but open minded
a certified TWENTY;
appearance
appearance
appearance;Build: Naina is a rather small girl in more than one sense. She is built like many Russian women. Her bone structure is thin and narrow, and Naina carries very little weight. She is by no means anorexic and despises people who think the thinner you are the better you are. She does not believe that. She is a thin girl by nature, and despite eating all she pleases she does not gain a lot of weight. She does exercise regularly, which contributes to the muscle mass in her body. Her arms and legs are toned and strong from minor work outs that are done daily. Even though she lives fast, she does like to keep herself looking good and likes to exercise. Naina is not a very tall woman, standing at only five feet, five inches tall. Her height being so small helps keep her body in proportion. Naina can try hard, but really is built so that it isn't very possible to carry around extra weight. In other words, Naina is built small and low to the ground. She has more muscle than body fat and has the attitude that she doesn't need to really skinny. Just healthy.
Hair: Naina's hair is quite long. She wears it down past her shoulders and it ends just below her chest. It is in a choppy kind of style that is very layered and goes in different directions. It is parted to the side so that she has a bang that moves across her face. Her hair is in three different colors and sometimes will change. Not often, but sometimes. The coloring is Pink, Black and Blonde. Her natural hair color, however, is actually blonde. The shade of pink is not pale and is very bright, like a hot pink. It contrasts well with the dark black undertones in the top of her hair. About mid way down her hair, parts of the layers become a platinum blonde while the top layers are pink and fall on it. Her hair is very much a stand out, and has been a conversation piece once or twice before.
Eyes: Naina's eyes are not total stand outs like some peoples, but instead sort of blend in. They are of a dark brown hue, almost chocolatey brown. They do not command your attention right away, but can hold a nasty look to them if Naina does not like you or what your doing. When her mood swings, her eyes swing right along with it. She lives very much through her eyes and you can usually tell what is on her mind. Unless she decides to play mind games with you. Her eyes may sort of blend in, but they do stick out somewhat against her pale white skin.
Tattoo's: Naina's search for total individuality has come to the point of tattoo's. At this current moment in time she has none, but with a little time is going to change that. Once she decides when, she is going to get a half sleeve on her right arm with a gypsy, a coffin a candle and all that jazz. Since she has very little money that will be it for awhile since tattoo's are expensive works of art. Tattoo's are high on Naina's list of ways to be original and just high on her list in general. She believes that your body is a canvas, why not use it? Many people label and stereotype people with them, but Naina is not afraid of stereotypes. Those have come already. After her first tattoo is complete, she intends to get a pinup woman with the face just colored in. This is to symbolize the fact she does not and has never known her mother.
Piercings: Piercings are known as a common way to piss your parents and peers off. Piercings are also known as being disgusting and repulsive. Naina likes things that are different and cause a commotion, so it would be natural for her to be drawn towards the puncturing of skin. Her piercings are simple since she doesn't aspire to be like people with metal in every part of her face. She doesn't wish to take away from her face at all. Her simple few piercings consist of the general ear piercings in each ear lobe. This has been done three times as well as one in the top corner of her right and left ears. She has also gotten her navel pierced. Hers is different than the common piercings. She chose small bar-bells so that the top of her navel as well as the bottom could both be pierced. The last piercing on her body is in her septum. Naina couldn't decide which nostril to put a stud in and to be different, she chose to get her septum done.
Scars/Marks: Naina has very few scars and marks on her body, but like any person who was a young kid, she has a few. On her left ankle she has a small one inch scar from when she was a young girl and had fallen off of her bike. She had landed on the shards of glass from a smashed Vodka bottle left there the night before during a party. One of the shards of glass made an incision in her leg and she had to get stitches. The doctor had taken the stitches out to early and it scarred over. That same year she was pushed down the stairs by her foster brother and sliced open her arm on a roll of barbed wire near the bottom. Now on her right fore arm she has a three inch scar from that. Other than those two scars, she has none. Naina has a birthmark on the small of her back, just above her butt. It is very small and is not easily seen. Naina likes to keep it that way.
CLOTHING STYLE Naina's clothing in a word is....well, extravagant. She definatley likes to stick out in a crowd and even tries hard. Her closet has many differant pieces in it and all of which were inexpensive. She does not like to spend a lot of money on clothing and such, because she figures you don't have to. Some of her clothing is hand made, but not a lot. She has a hefty collection of black hoodies and jeans of all kinds. Her jeans range from straight legged, to skinny jeans, to slightly flared at the bottom. She also has various shirts, dresses and a mighty collection of shoes. Her shoes are very different from eachother. She has converses, high heels, Stilletto heels, skate shoes, canvas slip ons, ballet flats and a few others. Her jewlery is usually plastic, but does have some real stuff. Naina loves to accessorize and has many different accessories. She even has a plastic crown that she wears on occasion with a pink dress. Her color pallete is very ranged, and most of them are either dark or bright. Naina really does not care what people think of her clothing style, since she likes to be a product of herself....and her raise.
celeb claim; Audrey Kitching
because the DRUGS never work;
personality
personality
personality;Naina has always been a misfit. Her personality is so awkward that it makes it hard for her to truly fit in anywhere. So yes, she can get along with a variety of people, but her unpredictable persona makes it as easy to dislike her as it is to like her. Having a diverse persona can work for you and against you, and that is the case with Naina Mikkailyevna. Part of the complexity is her slightly bi-polar nature. Bipolar disease is a
mental defect that causes drastic mood swings with no warning at all. Naina does suffer from bi-polar disorder. Since she has never had the money to , she has never taken drugs for it. That, and no one was really sure if it was bi-polar disorder or just Naina. Her mood swings can come and go quickly, and usually aren't violent. But that isn't to say that they can't be. Naina can go from cheery to angry in a matter of seconds and sometimes the anger is so bad it could cause her to attack someone. The best thing to do with her while she is in a mood swing of sorts is to leave her be. Being disturbed only makes it worse.
Naina is a generally friendly person. She lives by the rule of treat others how you wish to be treated. Well, she only lives by that rule until she
decides that she hates you. Naina has never been a person who is skilled at releasing her anger and venting. Instead she is known to hold everything in. By doing this, everything builds up inside her and eventually she blows. This could be compared to something like Mt. St. Helens and its build up and eruption. The only real differences are Naina isn't a mountain and she isn't full of magma and boiling water. She isn't really your average Joe Citizen and does do things that realy are taboo's of today's society. Despite this, though, she is a good person and has a conscience...even if it is small and really quiet. As for her good deeds to society, they are the minimal. Yes, she will hold the door for someone or hold an elevator door, or occasionally help someone with a lot of stuff. But that, my friends, is where it ends. Naina is not one for volunteering on a weekend to clean up the ditches, or volunteering at fairs and local events. She does not usually take part in these things either. She simply doesn't care THAT much.
Naina has morals, but not strong or set ones. Her morals can be changed with the right amount of money. With that in mind, many people just say she has none. Naina begs to differ. She does have them, they just aren't the same as many other people's. This is a key point in how her mind works. Naina, being the misfit, likes to be different. She does not believe in conformity, but instead believes in individuality. So she does share a few of the same beliefs as a select number of others, but she has many that those same others would disagree with. For her it is a simple matter of speak your mind and stand up for what you believe in. Even though she may, or may not agree with you, she recognizes everyones right to an opinion and freedom of speech. Freedom of speech is a wonderful right, and infact is Naina's favorite one. Miraculously, that is actually possible. Naina
is not afraid of death, but like most rarely acknowledge's it. To her it is something that will eventually come, so live everyday like it is your last. One of her various motto's is "live everyday like tomorrow a mac truck will come around and run you over, back up and do it again." Her other is shared with the famous tsar, Peter the Great, and is "Delay means death." Or something to that effect. The translation is loose.
For the most part, romance is ignored by Naina. Yes, she will loosely acknowledge it, but she really does not take to dwelling on it like many. When it comes, it comes, and she takes advantage of those oppertunities when they show themselves. Other than that she does not really stay much on the subject. When love is brought up in a conversation that Naina is part of, she will usually either leave or change the subject. No one is ever sure why she does not like talking about it, but she isn't really either. That is one part of herself she has never quite been sure of.
on the inside...
fears;Naina has very few fears. Her life has been tough, and things simply do not scare her anymore. She does have a few petty fears, that most people would laugh at her for considering what she has been through over her life. Naina hates spiders. They scare her and she isn't entirely sure why. Just the simple sight of them is very unnerving. Another one of her fears is the state adoption service. When ever she had been remotely happy they had showed up and fucked it all up. Now she is simply afraid of it, even though there is no possible way they could affect her now.
aspirations;
-Become relatively successful
-Atleast find ONE good relationship
-Untangle the knots in her life
-Continue to be herself
likes;
-Freedom of speech
-Freedom of expression
-Original personalities
-Humor
-Vodka
-Cigarettes
-Herself
-Having more friends than enemies
-Controversey
-Music
-A good party
-Alexander Pushkin
-Unhappy endings
-Coffee
-Red Bull
-People with a good sense of humor
-Practical jokes
dislikes;
-Conformity
-Beer
-Rum
-Being stripped of your right to free speech
-Prison
-Prison food
-Serious people
-Caffine Deprivation
-No cigarettes
-Too many enemies
-Huge crowds where she knows almost no one
-Lame parties
-Normality
-Happy Endings
-Poorly made music
-Corny lyrics
-Anything cheesy
-Fake coffee
look at this PHOTOGRAPH;
history
history
history;MOSCOW,RUSSIA 1988
Tanya Petrovna Vodopyanova had been like many other young females sold to the sex trade. The stories were all the same; their parents were poor farmers somewhere in the middle of no where and needed the money. A rich man shows up at the door and offers them so much money etc if they will give them their daughter to work as a prostitute. The man only said that it would be for a little while and being desperate, the parents would say yes. The man would lie about "only being a little while" and the women were enslaved for ever. You esacped, you died. Really quite simple. Tanya Petrovna's story was no different. Tanya had not wanted to leave, but her mother had ensured her it would only be for a little while. Both women had been lied to. The life of a prostitute in Russia is not exactly a pleasent one. You are treated like animals by your boss, you are forced to live in crowded homes with the other prostitutes and you are forced to do what ever your "customer" wishes. Not to mention the minor detail that you can be sold and shipped anywhere to anyone at any given moment. Try and make a run for it, you were killed. Mouthed off to your "boss" you were slapped around. Did it again and you were killed. Really it was a vicious circle. It was a vicious circle that was not understood and viewed as temporary; but once a whore, always a whore was the going saying at that moment.
Tanya's life had been really and literally a living hell. She had been sold and moved various times but eventually ended up back in Moscow. She had been forced to do unimaginable things with men, and women alike, who had come to the house and payed for sex. Not to mention the various porn films she had been forced to be in and all that jazz. You never knew who you were going to be done by next, but you just had to grin and bare it. It was a hard knock life for her and the other thousands of girls who had been scattered out across the nation and now the globe by the Russian Mafia. It was a vicious network. But things became a little more regular over the course of a few months. A man who claimed to be named Mikkail had come in and hired Tanya. He began to come in more and more and it eventually became a daily occurance. Since the woman had no say in anything that went on, including protection or lack there of, there were good chances of contracting STD's or getting pregnant. Tanya had seen one of her closest friends who had been slaved there with her get pregnant and was sent to a small town outside of Moscow to have the baby.
Mikkail was no prince and didn't exactly treat Tanya well. He had knocked her out once or twice before and did her while she was unconcious. There were no rules and as long as the bosses got their money, they didn't care. There girls could come out with bruises all over their faces and as long as they were payed they were happy. His daily occurances lasted for about a month, added on to the two prior months he had been coming, before Tanya got the news she had feared. Mikkail had been there so often and kept her so long that she knew that he had fathered her child. She was sure of it. But that didn't matter much since she knew that she wouldn't be raising her child anyways. It was common knowledge that after your child was a year old, you had to come back to work and your child was sent to foster care. That part didn't bother Tanya to much, it was more of the carrying and caring for a child part. So she informed her boss that she was pregnant and a month later she was sent to the small town near Moscow.
Tanya lived in isolation for the nine months. It was lonely and cold. But then her baby was born. It was a girl. Naina Mikkailyevna Vodopyanova. Tanya was never really attatched to the baby and for most of the year that she had Naina, she spent as little time as possible with her. Tanya didn't necessarily want to go back to Mosocw, but she didn't want to be a mother. It was a catch 22...even though she really had no choices at all. Either way she was still damned. When Naina was a year old, the Russian Adoption Agency came to the door of the tiny house where Tanya was staying. Tanya and Naina looked at eachother briefly for what would be the last time in Naina and Tanya's lives. Tanya went back to Moscow and Naina also went to Moscow. But her life was a little less set in stone. She was sent to an orphanage run by a convent. The children there were cared for by nuns from the church in the city. Naina was here until she turned three years old.
On her third birthday, the orphanage decided that Naina would be sent to live in a foster home in St.Petersburg. Naina had not really had much of a relationship with anyone at the orphanage and was more confused than sad when she was moved. She arrived in St.Petersburg and was sent to live with a foster family. Her new parents were Anya and Vitali Yushenkov. The Yushenkov's already had two sons, but were more than happy to take Naina. Naina quickly became settled in their home and began to warm up to the people around her. They didn't have much money, but they gave her love. When ever she had nightmare's they were always there. They tought her to ride a bike, how to spell her name and all the things her mother never had the chance nor wanted to do. Her new brothers didn't like Naina to much but there father had put the fear of god into them and they learned to be nice. Naina was quickly learning how to take care of herself, though.
Naina's years in the Yushenkov family were seemingly okay. They went through tough times as the mighty communist machine fell and Yeltsin took power of the new Russia. Her and her brothers fought a lot, but they for the most part got along. They lived in a three bedroom apartment in the middle of the major city. There were five of them so the boys shared a room, Naina got her own and her parents took the third. The home was cramped but everyone was happy. Atleast they had each other. Naina wasn't very old when she learned that her stay there would not be permanent. No one was sure how long she would be there, just that she wouldn't be there for ever. This was a blow to the family, but they picked themnselves up and kept on going. They decided they might as well enjoy the time they had together.
Naina lived with the Yushenkov's through her 12th birthday. A lot of events happened in those years she was there, most of them pleasent. But everyone's biggest fear came two months after Naina turned 12. The Russian Adoption Services came up to the Yusheknov apartment on April 2nd and rang the doorbell. It had started out as a regular day, with everyone geting out of bed and going to the tiny kitchen where Anya was making breakfast. Everyone had sat down to eat and was beginning on the food when they heard a knock at their door. They didn't think much about it, but Vitali went to the door and answered not knowing who could possibly want to see them that early in the morning. To his dismay, as he opened the door he saw the tall man in a dark suit. The man came in and told everyone that Naina had to go with him. At first Naina thought it was a joke and didn't move. But after he told her again, she glanced around and saw that no one else was laughing. He gave her the day to get her belongings and say goodbye to the Yushenkov's. He took her to the trainstation and they took a train to the city of Yekaterinburg.
Her arrival in Yekaterinburg was not a warm welcome like she had been hoping. She was met by her new foster family there, but they were not as welcoming as she had wanted. They were a large family. There was her new foster mother, Anatonia and her husband Stanislav. Plus four brothers. There were again, no girls in the family. Stanislav, or Stas, worked as a miner in Yekaterinburg. He made relatively good money, or atleast enough to keep them a float. The family name was Osipov. Naina had grown up so far with friendly people and was raised to be kind. She immediatley introduced herself with a smile, only to get a half hearted smile and a grunt in return. None of the Osipov family was to pleased to see her. And this was the best of the relations. Things never got better than that moment, and only got worse.
Like before, Naina was only supposed to be there for a little while. Her stay was not to be permanant, but no one knew how long she would be there. The Osipov family were very religious and they made the kids pray everynight before bed and again when they woke in the morning. Naina said the prayers she had been told and had recited many times over, but in her mind she prayed that the tall man come back and take her back to St. Petersburg. Life in Yekaterinburg was a lot different than that of St. Petersburg and life with the Osipov's was definatley a lot different than with the Yushenkov's. In Yekaterinburg, her foster parents were much more strict and held a tighter rule over things. They controlled many aspects of every one of their childs lives. These included what they ate, what they wore, how they spoke, what time they went to bed, what time they woke in the morning, when they prayed and so on and so forth.
Naina had no problem with some of the rules, it was just that she was young and curious. Being a person who had never known her real family, she had reason to be. Naina asked many questions, hoping the Osipov's knew answers. Instead, the Osipov's became annoyed and began to ignore the young girl. Since Naina was turning 13 and was slowly becoming a teenager, she hated to be ignored. It is about this time in her life that she began to have her vicious mood swings. No one thought much about it. But anyways, Naina craved attention. Not a lot, but just an acknowledgement that she existed was all she asked for. What she asked for, she never got. Infact she usually got the complete opposite. Even though she knew that no one would answer her, she continued to ask questions hoping they would eventually crack and give her an answer.
She didn't ask questions to her brothers because she knew they wouldn't know. Her and her brothers never got along, and they hadn't been told to be nice to her at all. They fought like cats and dogs and some times the fights would turn into phyisical fights. Her brothers were older, stronger and bigger than she was but Naina never backed down. She was tough as nails when she wanted to be. And usually she wanted to be. Her parents didn't break up the fights unless they got ugly. And when that happened it was usually Naina who got in trouble. Naina was extremely frustrated by all this and just to irk her parents began asking more and more questions. She finally got her wish of one of them cracking. It may have taken her a few years and she was now 16, but she got her wish. Despite them hating her as much as she hated them, her parents never touched her. They did not hit her, but instead used verbal abuse. This all changed the day Naina finally pulled the last straw.
It was a few days after her 16th birthday. Yes her sweet sixteen. Well it hadn't been the most amazing sweet sixteen you could have wished for. Infact even getting a hug would have been better, but no she got the cold shoulder. Anyways, back to the poiint. Naina had asked her father for the 6th time what her mothers name was. He usually just shrugged off the question and continued about the house doing things. But, this time was different. This time, he had finally snapped. As the words finished coming out of Naina's mouth, Stas whipped around and smacked her hard across the face. He told her to shut up and then proceeded to lay it on her. Not only verbally. Not only was he yelling, but he was belting on her. Stas didn't care, though, as he had had enough. There wouldn't be any more questions from Naina...ever. That was because that was the last time she was seen in the Osipov house.
That night, Naina packed her clothing and her few belongings and tossed them out the window. She climbed through the window herself and slid down the roof onto the garage. The garage was near a front lawn, and Naina jumped down onto the lawn and collected her things. It took her about an hour, but she finally reached the train station and caught a train headed for Moscow. The Osipov's never looked for her...or atleast very hard anyways. Naina reached Moscow a few days later, and decided she needed somewhere to stay. She didn't have a lot of money, but she also had no where to go at all. She was aware of the Mafia and their whore houses and knew to stay away from there. She was tired from her travels and really just needed a place to sleep. After wandering the city for an hour or two she settled in a sheltered area of a park and went to sleep.
Since it was February, it was rather cold and still snowy in the capital, and Naina knew she couldn't sleep in her area for long. But her luck changed when she opened her eyes the next morning and saw a group of kids about the same age as her standing over top of her. She got up immediatley and they explained to her that they werent going to hurt her. Naina believed them and felt better when they told her they had a place for her to stay and some food she could eat. Naina followed them to an abandoned building in downtown Moscow where they showed her a room she could stay in. It wasn't really much of a room, but it was good enough. A few months passed and Naina and the gang became quite close. They did everything together and stayed close for protection. They stole and looted stores and such for food and clothes and they made some money by pulling of jobs for people who wanted to get even with someone else.
Life seemed to be ok, and only got better when Vladimir, the leader of sorts, heard about a plane that was leaving Moscow for New York. He said he knew of a place they could stay in Brighton Beach. Brighton Beach is an area of New York near Coney Island that is home to the largest Russian population outside of Russia. It has been nicknamed "Little Odessa" since so many people live there. Brighton Beach appealed to the now 17 year old teenagers. So they packed their things and snuck onto the plane headed for the United States. They landed in New York and everyone was immediatley caught up in its bustle. Once they made it to Little Odessa, they found the guy who gave them a small two bedroom apartment for free. No rent. All they had to worry about was food. Since there were five of them, they doubled up and some slept in the main room on a couch. But none of that mattered since they had real shelter.
The group stayed in Brighton for the year, where they got into trouble with the law numerous times. They were all brought up on theft charges, drunk driving, driving underaged without a liscence, underaged drinking and a few other charges. Once the police found out that none of them were there legally, they moved for deportation. When Naina heard this she immediatley bought a plane ticket for somewhere else. She was not going back to Russia. So she searched the airline tickets and found one for Hawaii. She had never been to Hawaii and decided she wanted to go. She consulted it with the group and they said go. They didn't want her to be stuck in over crowded jail cells in Moscow with them. So, Naina once again packed her things and headed for the airport. She hopped on a Boeing 747 airbus and hit the skys.
She landed in sunny Hawaii and fell in love with the place. It had amazing weather, friendly people and no one looking for her. She really had no where to stay so she got a job waiting tables at a restaurant on the beach. She made some money there so she could pay for her cheap hotel room. She didn't know how long she would be there, but she didn't want to rent an apartment only for her to have to leave again. Sure enough, a year later Naina decided to leave Honolulu. She decided it wasn't the place to be, and chose a new destination. And now begins the next chapter in the dramatic life of Naina Mikkailyevna Vodopyanova.
this how you REMIND me;
family
family
parental units;
Tanya Vodopyanova
"Mikkail"
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Foster Parents:
Anya Yushenkova
Vitali Yushenkov
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Stanislav Osipov
Anatonia Osipova
siblings;
Foster Siblings:
Pyotr Yushenkov
Pavel Yushenkov
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Aleksandr Osipov
Peter Osipov
Alexei Osipov
Igor Osipov
offspring; N/A
significant other; N/A
pets;N/A
i'm the NARRATOR;
other/ about you
other/ about you
what rule number is missing?; rule 7
rp sample;
With a different characterIlona was in her element. A good party was a good place to be for her. It was like home. Since she had moved to this country it was seemingly all she could do. Her parents had thought she was moving to the US to become successful, when all she had successfully done was become a beautiful mess. She loved booze, and she loved drugs. She loved the feeling of being on top of the world and being able to do things you probably wouldn't do sober. Sober was boring, and in her case, depressing. Her life was about finding her next hit, and having as much fun as possible. Not that being an addict was fun, now it had become more of a way of life. Ilona had become used to it, however, and was now used to it. There seemed to be little she could do when she wasn't high.
It had been a simple, normal day so far. Ilona had slept till 2 in the afternoon, after a late night out. It had been a night of vodka, cigarettes and drugs, making it fairly usual. Ilona always worked the clubs and bars, but found it much easier to find a hit at the sleezier rock clubs. And she prefered them too. When she had woken up at 2pm, her mind was hazy. She had been completely smashed, and full of illicit substances making it hard to sleep for the longest time. She had finally made it back to her apartment around 3AM and only fell asleep at 5. She had pretty much laid there for two hours straight. Once her buzz wore off, she crashed. She slept as hard as she partied, and always liked to be well rested. It made it easier to stay out later.
After she had woken up, she did little. She had layed in bed for a few hours before rolling out of bed. Once actually on her feet, she had pretty much stumbled into the shower and around the house for most of the day. She ate, and started drinking again. Being a Russian, it was in her nature to drink, even after waking. Mind you, she woke late enough that by Western standards, it would be acceptable. She had gotten around to drinking at around 5:00, and hadn't really stopped since. It was usual for her to go to clubs already drunk. It was now 10:oo, and Ilona still had a bottle and a glass in hand. It took a lot for her to get smashed, and she was just borderline tipsy now. Still very coherent, or atleast as coherent as she usually was.
Ilona was the type of person to really not care. She wanted attention, money, booze and drugs, and she would do almost anything to get that. If it meant selling her body to rich men, pulling ridiculous publicity stunts or simply being seen near someone famous and dearly loved by the public, Ilona would do it. She had no morals and would get naked for someone to get what she wanted. She had no loyalties and would take bribes from anyone who needed her assisstance. She really just didn't give a shit. And that happened to be what made her known by anyone who paid attention to the celebrities crap anyway. Ilona thought following celebs was ridiculous, but she couldn't complain that people were reading about her and she wasn't even famous. She was just there.
Stumbling slightly as she walked, she headed out onto her balcony. She had left the bottle and glass in the house, and was leaning over the edge, taking in the lights of the city. Many people thought the night ended before 10:00, but to Ilona, the day was only beginning. These were her office hours, and these were when she had her fun. When the sun went down, Ilona pounced. After a few moments of standing on the balcony, she felt a pang inside of her. She knew the feeling. She needed a hit. Sighing, she left the balcony and headed for her kitchen. Opening a drawer beside the fridge, she pulled a small baggy full of white powder, and a mirror. Setting the mirror on the counter, she opened the baggy and dumped some powder on the mirror. Forming neat lines, she sealed the bag and leaned into the miror. Closing one nostil, she inhaled a line of powder, feeling its punch inside her nose. She did the same to her other nostril, and repeated the process until it was gone. Putting away the stuf, she smiled and headed for her bedroom. She was ready to go now.
Entering her room, she moved straight to her walk in closet. She had no intentions of wearing a dress, as she was not going to work tonight. She had fucked last night and tonight she just wanted to drink. Grabbing a pair of black skinnys, a black Behemoth t-shirt-made-tank top and a pair of peep-toe heels, she exited the closet to change. Stripping of her white wife-beater and short plaid pjay shorts, she slid into her jeans and buttoned them up. Her head was spinning, but it was a good feeling. She finished changing, leaving the clothes she was wearing laying in a pile on the floor. Once again, she didn't care. Her heels clicked on the tile of the bathroom when she entered, heading straight for her makeup. Her hair was already straightened, and all she needed to do was makeup. Finishing her smokey eys, she walked out and headed for the door.
Snatching her keys and wallet from the table, she headed out the door turning off the lights as she went. Stumbling down the hallway to the elevator she smiled weakly at a passerby. Once in the lobby she staggered out to catch a cab. On her way to the cab did she finally decide on a destination. The cab ride was short, and once there, she pushed through the line and inside. Her fake ID worked like a charm. That, and she had fucked the bouncer a few nights before. Once inside, she headed straight for the bar and bought abottle of vodka and glass. Normally one would want to drink straight from the bottle, but it was not proper to a Russian. And neither was not finishing a bottle. Once a bottle was open, you did not seal it and save it for later. You drank it. She smiled at the brunette in the white dress next to her as she sat. The girl was pretty.
your name; Alexiy
years of RP experience; upwards of 4
contact info; msn: volvo___numero___adeen@hotmail.com