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Post by Melinda Halliwell on Feb 2, 2008 15:27:14 GMT
It was friday night and Melinda was out with her friends and they went to P3. They sat down and started to talk as some guys came up and started to pull them on the dance floor."Hey let us go."Melinda yelled at the guy. She tried to get away from the guy with uesing magic.
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Post by Jesse Rowan on Feb 2, 2008 15:39:17 GMT
Jess stepped into the hot club decked out in a something cool yet casual for him. He looked about the room then made his way for the bar, wanting to get a beer or something to calm himself. As he walked he passed this girl and her friends being roughed up by some guys, one of whom bumped him. He paused and looked at the guy who quickly apologized.
"Don't you get it, she doesn't want to dance with you." Jesse said as he pushed the guy off, but now it was his game. He caught a quick vision of the guy attempted to punch his lights out and sure enough he did and Jesse dodged it then kicked the guy to the ground. "You're pathetic." He said to the guy. Jesse then looked at this guys friend and eyed him but he backed off. He cast the girl a glance that wasn't near anything nice then he went on his way to the Bar grabbed his beer and went to a vacant booth where he just sat down and watched the nightlife.
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Post by Pandora Matthews-Mitchell on Feb 2, 2008 23:34:46 GMT
Padora walked into the bar. She wore a tight mini jean skirt and a tan stretchy clingy top, accenting her medium size chestedness. Her black Jimmy Choo pumps tapped the tile on the popular clubs floor. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and continued her wak to the bar. She ordered an Appletini and walked over to her booth, waiting for nothing.
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Post by Paris Matthews-Mitchell on Feb 4, 2008 23:27:06 GMT
Perry couldn't help it. She needed a night to relax, to be free for once. She had heard someone was having a party at P3 and decided to crash it. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with a hole in the knee, a short sleeved, baby blue tnuts, and her favorite leather jacket. Paris walked into the club hoping it'd be jam packed but was disappointed when she noticed only a small amount of people.
Perry shot a glance around the room and spotted her cousin Melinda. She rolled her eyes and decided to steer clear of her. She spotted another familiar face, that of her twin sisters'. Another person she'd rather stay away from tonight. Finally, she spotted an unfamiliar, someone she had never seen before, someone that was rather cute. She looked him over for a moment, debating her next move. She rested on going over to the bar and talking to her sister. She'd need a drink first if she was going to talk to a stranger.
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Post by Pandora Matthews-Mitchell on Feb 11, 2008 3:57:10 GMT
Pandora had been acanning her blue orbs over everyone at the club. She noticed her sister, trying to stay away. She rolled her eyes and used her mind to orb a glass full of apple juice to the ground by her sis' feet, causing it to shatter. Hope that gets her attention[/b]
She said to herself laughing inside.
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Post by Paris Matthews-Mitchell on Feb 11, 2008 19:05:04 GMT
Paris glared at her sister as she neared her, "You didn't have to do that, you know. I was coming over here anyway," she said taking the seat next to hers. "I figured you were still mad at me, so I wasn't going to come over, but I'd rather be over here with you than with Melinda, alright?" she said to her sister.
For being twins, Paris and Pandora were complete opposites. Dora's hair was blond and she often wore it down, where Perry's hair was as dark as her mother's and wore it up to keep it off her face. Paris really did love having a twin, but not when her twin was angry with her. Perry just needed her family back, and she hoped it wouldn't take Pandora forever to forgive her. Perry couldn't live without her sister.
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