bailey hart
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
rite aid cashier/public relations w/ sociology
Posts: 8
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Post by bailey hart on Oct 10, 2012 2:40:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #A36954 solid, bTable]BUT BABY, WHEN IT'S DONE you got to be the first to run [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]shifting into her seat, bailey had no ieea why she was feeling this gross. there was a bad taste in her mouth, her eyes were bloodshot from being up for most of the night and she was going to chalk it up to the lack of sleep that came with her lifestyle. the girl was no stripper, though if her pride did not get into the way, it would be an option, and she did not have the means to stand on a street corner with her two younger siblings looking up to her. physically and emotionally exhausted after the screaming match that occurred between catherine and their mother who had spiraled down into her depressive state since they had arrived at myrtle beach. it had been nearly three months of being here, and though bailey was satisfied with the life that she had made for her and her family, her mother was not as pleased. the screaming match had begun with catherine wanting her mother to see a picture and her mother refusing, bailey agreed to watch but it was not who she wanted to see the picture. the picture was something of pure fantasy, a happy family eating a feast of a dinner and it caused bailey great emotional stress to think that they never could and never would have anything like that. after cooking dinner, bailey tried to set up the dining room table as her little sister had illustrated it but it was hard but she would do anything for her siblings—even take her own life. she swallowed down the bile that felt as though it was rising in her throat and tried to stay focused on everything that the professor was saying but it was getting hard. words were beginning to blur together as her focus was slowly beginning to be turned onto not letting her small breakfast come up and out. no matter how many times that she told herself that she was not going to throw up, it did nothing to quell the feeling and she quickly launched herself out of her seat, her notebook and pencil falling to the ground and she shoved her way down the asile in order to get to the stairs. miss, where are you going? spoke the professor, addressing the girl who had appeared to develop a green look to her, and stepping out of the way as bailey refused to answer and instead, held a hand over her mouth as she bolted out of the class.
she could hear the chatter of the small lecture hall behind her as the door slammed shut but without a second though, bailey ran into the closest bathroom that she could find. she made a harsh left and nearly slammed into someone as she moved around them quickly, taking a step to the left and then the right and threw her body to the ground in one of the stalls. closing her eyes, she let her stomach rench and twist while it emptied her morning breakfast in which the girl waited for a second, letting the sound stop echoing in the bathroom. her fingers were wrapped tightly around the black toilet seat cover while her stomach flipped once more and wrenched but nothing came out. bailey had not actually eaten a lot that morning, a banana and a cookie that her brother refused to eat and she did not want to waste. her legs were shaking under her, knees knocking together as she kept her eyes closed and reached for the flusher, giving it a push in order to wash her half-digested food down the toilet and out of her sight. as soon as she heard the flush end, her eyes popped open and she put her hand against her stomach, her eyes glazing over for just a moment as she looked left and then right and noticed that the wall was different. usually the girls’ bathroom was tiled with pink and a red tile border around the top. the blue had her breathing quickly as she stood up to her full height and ran a hand through her hair, ”shit.” |
[/b] she cursed outloud, finally unlocking the bathroom door and coming face to face with a ghost from her past. blinking for a moment, she covered her mouth as another wave came and went and she moved around him to the sink without a word. there were no words to give the male as he was not supposed to come back into her life after her first ever one night stand, ”…I know I’m in the wrong bathroom.”[/b] she said after spitting out the water from her mouth and hanging onto the edge of the sink with a tight grip. bailey hardly noticed that her legs were shaking or that her eyes were bloodshot as she refused to look at her reflection and instead, did one more rinse before turning her back to her reflection and looking over to kyle with an apologetic look, one that mirrored the morning after they woke up together.[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] THIS POST IS THE AMAZING AND WONDERFUL PEPPER WITH HER CHARACTER, KYLE [/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 854[/B] WORDS, WHICH KIND OF SUCKS AS A STARTER. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND BAILEY IS WEARING THIS[/URL][/COLOR]. THIS POST JUST SUCKS..BUT I ALWAYS THINK THAT[/B][/div][/center]
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kyle foster
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
criminal law/salesperson at an athletics store
Posts: 7
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Post by kyle foster on Oct 12, 2012 0:31:18 GMT -5
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[style=background: transparent; width:240px; padding:5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px;]WORDS ### TAGGED bailey! one of the best things about university was the 'free time'. there really was no such thing when you had classes and work to do, bu the illusion of free time in the form of long breaks in between classes was a welcome period for relaxation. his last class had been... a very good sleep aid. the professor's endless droning hadn't done much to inspire his focus. he could get information needed from fellow classmates, or maybe online if he was lucky, and fifteen minutes into the lecture he'd happily fallen asleep at the back of the hall, crumpled over his books and laptop, waking up only when everyone else in the hall stood up to go on to their next location and a friend shook him awake to ask if he could help her bring some things to her car. having nothing else to do, kyle of course agreed, which left him fifteen minutes later near an unfamiliar building with time to kill before his next class.
feeling a bit bad of his lack of focus in his previous class, kyle figured he'd make up for it by studying. he wandered in to the building, roaming halls until he found a sitting area where he could plop down, pull out his laptop, and hit the books. at least... that had been the plan. but this wonderful thing called the internet had a habit of distracting kyle rather terribly, and before he knew it he was browsing random web pages, catching up on his friend's latest tweets, and laughing at the drama of the latest failed relationship spread all over facebook. some girl had caught her boyfriend cheating on her... and after deciding to sort it all out, it had been discovered that the 'mistress' was pregnant. scandalous. normally kyle wouldn't pry into other's affairs like this, but when people spread their shit out for the world to see on the internet through not-so-cryptic statuses and angry, demeaning comments on other people's, they were practically begging to be laughed at. idiots.
a quick trip to a nearby vending machine set him up with a bottle of pop as he returned to the sitting area, sipping on the drink as he tried, and failed, to focus on classwork. at one point a sudden noise from behind him made the bottle jerk in his grasp, sending liquid down on his white t-shirt as he twisted around to find that absolutely no one was nearby. "shit," he muttered, stupidly rubbing at the stain spreading across his shirt before he set his things down on the table in front of his chair and headed off to the nearest washroom. wet paper towel lessened the damage as much as it could until he got back to his dorm and was able to wash it, but just as he was turning to leave the room someone else literally ran in, nearly crashing into him in her rush to get to a stall. wait a second... her? the gender mix up was enough to make kyle hesitate, eyes narrowing in concern as he directed his attention to the stall she'd disappeared into, waiting until she stepped out. his eyes widened for a moment as recognition hit him. what were the odds of himself and a one night stand ending up in the same males washroom together?
"you seem to have a habit of ending up places you shouldn't be," he noted with a teasing grin. "the wrong bedroom... the wrong bathroom..." his expression became more serious, however, as he noted her miserable physical appearance. of course the vomiting told him that she wasn't exactly feeling her best, but he was actually concerned that she was about to pass out in the middle of the male's washroom in front of him.... which could be quite awkward to explain to any guy who might walk in. "you should sit down or something, bailey," hoping that he was remembering the right name, "you don't look too well. anything i can get you?" what was it you were supposed to have after throwing up? sugar of some kind? a drink? he really couldn't remember. the only thing he knew of when it came to vomiting was to drink a lot of water before going to bed on the weekends to prevent it. NOTES hope it's half-decent <3 |
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bailey hart
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
rite aid cashier/public relations w/ sociology
Posts: 8
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Post by bailey hart on Oct 13, 2012 5:19:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #A36954 solid, bTable]BUT BABY, WHEN IT'S DONE you got to be the first to run [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]while her stomach was being emptied into the toilet bowl, her mind was thinking about the reasons as why. she could only come up with two, either being so exhausted that she was awake to the point that she could still function or to be sick, which made as much sense as the first one to bailey. she refused to get sick and it seemed that telling herself that she was not actually ill worked, and the virus would pass easily but she could not even recall the last time that she had thrown up so fast and rather early in the day. holding her stomach while her head ducked down, making sure that everything was finished as she dry heaved up air, her hand reached for the lever and she pulled it down, letting her small amount of breakfast swirl down and out of sight. sighing, she slowly rose to her shaky legs, a hand reaching up to cover her mouth while her other hand reached for the side of the stall to help balance herself. ”fuck..” |
[/b] she muttered out, under her breath but in the bathroom, her voice bounced off the walls and she sighed softly, hearing the sound repeated back to her. opening the door, her eyes widened to the sight before her and she blinked, shaking her head and moving around him without a single word. bailey just wanted to get the taste of bile and food off her tongue, she wanted to taste nothing at this moment and thought of drinking or eating anything was making her stomach flip again so she refused to think about food at the same time. a cupful of water,and then another, both to be swished around her mouth and then spit back out, she did not want to even look at her reflection at this moment. bailey had no idea what was happening to her but she knew that it was not a common thing as bailey was able to handle stress well, but she was going to chalk it up to something as childish as her stomach was just upset that day, lack of sleep or overworking herself. nothing else came to mind, though there was a thought that laid dormant in her mind as she turned to look at her one night stand. ”both …don’t usually happen often. I do know the difference between …male and female bathrooms..”[/b] she began stupidly, holding the edge of the sink that was behind her with a tight grip, letting it keep her standing. ”I just didn’t want to make a mess in the hallway and make more work for the cleaning crew..”[/b] which was half true but the other part was the fact that she just needed a place to empty her stomach and this was the closest place to do so. she raised an eyebrow to him, stepping back and putting her back directly into the edge of the sink, ”no I can’t..”[/b] because if the girl sat down, it would be ten, fifteen, even twenty minutes later of a missed class, of a missed shift, of something that could potentially help her family. sighing, she shook her head, putting a palm to her forehead and feeling no excess heat which meant that she did not actually have a fever. she felt warm though, she felt like the world was spinning around her and she grabbed onto the sink, closing her eyes for a moment to give herself a moment of relief from the world, from kyle, from the thought of being in the boys bathroom. ”no no.”[/b] she said with eyes now opened, staring back at him with a shake of her head, ”besides, I thought y’all one night stands weren’t supposed to care after”[/b] she spoke with a little bite to her voice, instantly regretting her words but standing by them at the same time. there was no obligation to kyle as he was nothing but a one night stand, he was just a notch in the bedpost as far as she was concerned and she had no right to ask for anything from him, even if he had just offered. ”I’m fine, it was just a long night is all.”[/b] and that was the repeating phrase in her head as she finally gained her ground, the world stopped spinning and she took her hands off the sink to check her balance which seemed stable once more. whatever had been bugging her two minutes ago was no longer a problem as she gave him a nod, ”I should return to class, it was…nice seeing you.”[/b], she opened her mouth to say something else but decided against it, retreating out of the bathroom in a hasty exit. she put a hand to her stomach as she exited the bathroom, looking down at it for a moment and furrowing her brows with a shake of her head as though dismissing the small thought that was in her head. moving to the doors that she had once exited from, placed directly across from the bathroom, she gave a tug and found it in the same position. her eyes widened as she realized that the door must have locked automatically when shut, giving t another tug, her grumbled and moved to the wall, slowly sliding down once more as the world started to spin again. ”what the fuck..”[/b] she muttered, locked out, dizzy and feeling sick once more, the southern girl was completely confused about what was happening but it was obvious that something was not right with bailey hart. .[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] THIS POST IS THE AMAZING AND WONDERFUL PEPPER WITH HER CHARACTER, KYLE [/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 929[/B] WORDS, WHICH KIND OF SUCKS AS A STARTER. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND BAILEY IS WEARING THIS[/URL][/COLOR]. THE ONLY THING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS DAFDAFD SO EXCITED FOR THEM[/B][/div][/center]
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kyle foster
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
criminal law/salesperson at an athletics store
Posts: 7
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Post by kyle foster on Oct 28, 2012 0:07:56 GMT -5
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[style=background: transparent; width:240px; padding:5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px;]WORDS ### TAGGED bailey! kyle was one of those people that had fully embraced the university experience the moment he began it. it came easy to him- not the classes part, he had to work to do well at that, but the social part. he was outgoing, friendly, seemed to have a knack for knowing when to joke and what to say. it was probably because, since he was young, he’d been put into social situations and had been forced to learn how to adapt to them as he aged. from his first month in university he’d been attending parties every weekend, waking up with random girls in his bed every few weeks, or was nothing new or uncomfortable to him. you parties, you got drunk, you slept with some random person, you woke up in the morning and they were usually gone on the ‘walk of shame’ back to their own dorm, if you weren’t the one doing the walking. bailey had been nothing unusual to him, he barely thought anything more of their, er, encounter, than he did any other girl. perhaps it was just a male thing, but he didn’t usually feel any awkwardness waking up the next morning with a random girl after a fun night. perhaps male’s brains were hardwired differently, to think of it as a victory if anything while girls thought of it as a shame for allowing themselves to be seduced? he didn’t know, he couldn’t and wouldn’t ever understand it.
”both …don’t usually happen often. i do know the difference between …male and female bathrooms..” "i should hope so." his smile was teasing, but a gentle sort of teasing, not cruel. the poor girl was sick and embarrassed, only an ass would prey on her to make her feel like a fool right now. ”i just didn’t want to make a mess in the hallway and make more work for the cleaning crew..” okay, he could understand that, even if he doubted such a thing would have been on her mind. instinct, for him at least, when he drank too much the night before, sent him to the nearest sink, trash can, or toilet, absolutely no worries about who would have to clean up a mess if he didn't make it. he thought of those things after he was done emptying out his stomach.
”no i can’t..” "i don't care if you don't think you can, you need to take a bit and rest. the alternative is probably to return to class and faint, or throw up again in front of everyone because you can't get to the washroom in time." most students would jump for joy at the chance to legitimately miss a day's class... hell, kyle knew that half the time he didn't want to classes, and only did because he knew he couldn't miss the day's lesson without reason, but if he was sick and had justification he'd lie in bed sipping soup all day for all he cared, and use the internet and friend's notes to catch up on what he missed. technology was a wonderful thing when it came to missed classes, if your professors were tech savvy enough to put it to use. ”besides, i thought y’all one night stands weren’t supposed to care after” the edge to her tone made any immediate response falter in his brain before he could voice it, eyes widening slightly. what could he really say to that? and before his mind could process enough to think of a response, she had continued, ”i’m fine, it was just a long night is all. i should return to class, it was…nice seeing you.”, and was gone, the door swinging shut behind her.
kyle stood where he was for a moment, staring at the door as it swayed back and forth before finally resting in the closed positon. well, that was... odd. usually when he met one night stands it was at another party, and sometimes resulted in a second night. meeting one of his 'sleepovers' in the men's washroom was definitely a first-time experience. after the moment passed he took a few steps forward, reaching out to push open the door and return to the sitting area where he had his stuff, but immediately after exiting the bathroom he was greeted with the sight of, again, bailey hart, crumpled against the wall near an assumedly locked door. with a sigh he crossed the hall towards her, crouching down in front of her with a concerned look in his eyes. "one-night-stands don't have to care, but they automatically have to be assholes, either." he pointed out, a small smile on his lips. "c'mon, you can't argue that you need to get to class now... and don't take this the wrong way, but you really don't look too good. why don't we, at least, move you somewhere you'll be more comfortable than a floor? there's a sitting area just over there." NOTES hope it's half-decent <3 |
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