hit me like the wind AUDREY

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AUDREY - WEARING THIS - 883 WORDS

It was a long day for Astrid. She had just gotten off of work an hour ago and decided it was time that she did a little relaxing. To Astrid, there was nothing more relaxing that a stiff drink and a blunt after work.

Astrid never thought anything of her drinking. She was always told that she had a problem but refused to believe it. Astrid was known for drinking all night and waking up in strange places. There were a few times she woke up on the shore, having a police man's baton poking her face. It was nothing she had never experienced before. The police even knew her by name.

Sighing in relief, Astrid pulled out a small bottle of Vodka and chugged two shots worth. Without a grimace, she smirked and threw the bottle into the trash. She was glad that it was nice out that evening, the sun still shining brightly, making her pull out her shades. That was one of the many things Astrid never left the house without. Sunglasses, alcohol, weed and a bathing suit. Today, she had all of those things. Grinning at herself, the young woman pulled out a package of cigarettes and pulled out a long white stick. To the sober eye, it looked like a normal cigarette. To the nose, it was not.

She walked along the boardwalk, placing the stick in her mouth without a care in the world. If she was caught, she knew she could talk her way out of a ticket or even jail. Well, most of the time. Pulling out a lighter and putting the flame to the paper, Astrid wanted ice cream. It was a random thought for the alcoholic, however not a bad idea in the least. As soon as she was satisfied with the lit blunt, the girl marched over to the nearest ice cream shop. She was getting stared at quite a bit. Now, she wasn't sure if it was because she was hardly wearing anything or the fact that she was smoking the herbs in public. Astrid could care less. She was who she was and people could suck it if they didn't like her. They just didn't have to watch her, in her opinion.

Astrid finished off the majestic herbs just as she got to the ice cream shack. It was a good thing because there was a police officer a few paces away. She walked over to the open screen and cleared her throat. There was no one there and she was getting antsy. As she waited for the attendee to arrive, Astrid changed her mind. She wanted more alcohol. NOW. What was the best way to conceal it on the beach? Mix it with a drink. Smiling at herself she rang the little bell for assistance once more. Still, no one. Stomping her foot on the ground, Astrid became very agitated. All the poor girl wanted was a drink, so she could drink. Rolling her eyes at the lack of service, Astrid fumbled around in her back until she pulled out the cigarette package again and pulled out a cigarette. This would give her temporary relief while she waited. Looking for her lighter, the girl could hear the server approach the window. FINALLY, she thought to herself as she lit the cigarette and blew the smoke in her face.

Once Astrid realized what she had done, she wished she could have taken that back. She felt slightly embarrassed, because standing in front of her was the hottest girl Astrid has seen around these parts. Taking another puff, Astrid blew it away from the window and smirked at the woman standing in front of her.

”Jeeze, I’m sorry for blowing that in your face.”

”Don’t worry about it. I just came back from one myself,” she replied, smirking.

This girl screamed lesbian. Something Astrid was very attracted to. Smiling back at the girl, Astrid made her order.

”Can I get a blueberry Arctic Freeze, please?” She asked as the girl nodded and walked away for a few moments. As she did so, she turned around to look at the beach. Pulling her cell phone out of her beasts, Astrid started to text one of her close friends. She sent the text and turned around just as the screen door was opening. The young female received her beverage and paid her dues. She quickly turned her head left and then right before taking another puff of cancer and pulling out a two six of Vodka. She dumped half of the beverage on the ground beside her and filled up the half empty cup with alcohol. The girl at the counter laughed and complimented her on her style of doing things. She thanked the girl, nodded and took a sip of her drink. Mmm, nothing like blueberry Vodka. Turning around swiftly, Astrid ran into someone, almost knocking the drink right from her hands. Infuriated, she puffed her smoke and looked at the person in front of her.

”Man, I’m sorry. Why don’t you watch how close you stand next to someone? You almost knocked the drink right from my hand,” she said, looking the person straight in the eyes.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] I could tell her by the way she looked the way she acted the color of her hair her voice was soft and cool her eyes were clear and bright but she's not there x x x x x x x x x x x ► don't bother trying Audrey was reasonably stressed after a long day of classes, studying, and dance rehearsal; she had the principle role in the Mayview Ballet Company’s upcoming performance of Black Swan and a perfect GPA to maintain. There was a lot on her plate figuratively, but no so much literally. Audrey’s penchant for rampant drug abuse and starvation wasn’t much of a secret; it was decorated on the bathroom walls and in the mouths of students she barely knew. Miss Vandergraaf had amassed quite a bit of notoriety in the short six months she has spent at Mayview Academy. The fragile blonde had made quite a few connections in the town of Hadley; it was convenient to have more than one dealer, but as a junior in high school with no reliable source of transportation, she spent a lot of her time walking down the town’s main boulevards by her lonesome. As her fragile legs pressed onward, she hummed along to the upbeat sound of The Zombies, her head bopping slightly from side to side, platinum hair whipped behind her by the Michigan wind. Now that Audrey had finally scored enough Roxicet to last her through the next week of rehearsal, she was completely at ease; the lingering pain from the incessant practice was lifted with the first pill she swallowed. The frail girl could feel a numbness creeping through her bones, the aches of her malnutrition and excessive physical exertion fading into the surrounding air. She was almost peaceful. During the first ten minutes of any opiate high, the ballerina was swathed with a comforting emptiness. There were no expectations, due dates, trauma, or confrontation. She only experienced a sensation of absolute apathy and a bodily catharsis. The moment the blonde got her quivering hands onto another batch of pills, they went straight down the hatch, one by one. Over twenty minutes had passed and Audrey’s leather boots were still beating against the pavement below her, her delicate figure still floating from the rampant firing of her opiate receptors. Casually pulling a cigarette from her purse, she propped the stick between her pursed lips and struck the gear of her Zippo, the palm of her hand acting as a shield against the powerful winds. Once the blonde sucked hard enough, the cherry would remain active, but she had to make sure to put her lungs to work for the first few inhalations. Smoking was one of Audrey’s greatest pleasures in life; cigarettes were so much more to the sixteen year old than an appetite suppressant, they were her dearest friends. Cigarettes always gave Audrey something to look forward to when her life had become dark, a buddy to hold her hand and comfort her when she sat alone at night, contemplating existence in the most wonderfully teenage fashion. It may have been a relationship founded on mutual destruction, but at least they were there for one another; Audrey’s chapped lips would never deny a kiss from one of her nicotine-stuffed confidantes. Audrey had strange, almost nebulous, thought processes when she was high on dope. When the ballerina was jacked up on stimulants, she was focused on her studies, filling her mind with mathematic formulas and literary compositions, but when she was fooling around with opiates, it opened up an unusual channel of creativity inside of her. Wandering in her daydreams, she barely noticed when she tumbled into an unknown force, narrowly avoiding falling flat onto her bony ass. ”Man, I’m sorry. Why don’t you watch how close you stand next to someone? You almost knocked the drink right from my hand.”

[/i] Audrey’s pale eyes fluttered quickly, her expression confused as she was forced into making eye contact with this aggressive and beautiful stranger. ”Sorry…” she managed, her pupils the size of pin-points, a cigarette hanging delicately between her narrow fingers. Her nostrils flared slightly, and she detected the faint smell of bud and perhaps something else, although she couldn’t tell what it was as the winds whipped powerfully between them.

Ordinarily, Audrey would have just continued on her way, but she found herself intrigued by this strange girl; she was scantily clad and clearly did not give a single fuck what anyone thought about it. The ballerina admired the brunette’s confidence, although she found her gaze continually lingering on her exposed flesh, her wide eyes traveling from her hips to her navel, to her face, and back down again… Audrey generally didn’t react this way to the female form, but this predatory response was giving her a surge of self-assurance, and she decided to meet aggression with aggression.

”So, that’s an… interesting outfit you’re wearing,” the blonde raised her dark brows, bringing the cigarette to her lips, sucking slowly, speaking as she exhaled, ”Are you planning to go for a swim?”

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to find her, she's not there

TAGS: LUCIA/ASTRID <3
WORDS: 800 + ,
LYRICS: THE ZOMBIES - SHE'S NOT THERE ,
OUTFIT: HERE

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VIOLA/AUDREY - WEARING THIS - 630 WORDS - THIS WAS SO POOPY :[

Astrid was never one to be nice to someone. She would stare, flip them the bird and call them out if she had to. Today, Astrid was feeling a little nice. After hitting on the girl at the window, she had a new found confidence that day. It didn’t take much for Astrid to gain a whole bunch of confidence. All she needed was to know that people stared at her. The young blonde in front of her appeared to be doing just that. A smirk appeared on the teen’s plump, pink lips. She was quite interested in the woman standing before her. She looked a little out of it, as though she were not all there. She was impaired. But with what substance? She could not detect any form of alcohol on the girl’s lips, nor smell greens.

As Astrid tried to pin point what this girl was on, she put the cigarette between her lips and sucked hard. Exhaling, she tilted her head right and then left. She was looking upon the beauty before her eyes. She was a different kind of beauty. Blonde, thin, big doe eyes. That’s what caught Astrid’s attention. They screamed sadness and seemed empty. Perhaps she could take advantage of this. Show the girl what she was really missing. In truth, Astrid’s eyes were very much identical. Blue in color, there was only a shell of the girl she used to be. Astrid was no longer present. The drug had finally taken over, soothing the teen’s ache. She had been longing for this all day and it had finally arrived.

Just as Astrid was basking in the glory of the drug, she had finally realized the girl in front of her had spoken. She could tell there was a feistiness about her when those words spilled from those almost perfect lips. She definitely had a hard on for this chick. That was something she couldn’t hide. Snorting at her remark, Astrid answered the girl.

”Thanks doll, all the more for people to stare at,” she said grinning from ear to ear. Astrid believed that the less you wore the more attention you would get. Any attention was good at this point in her life. Good, or bad. Tilting her head to the right and perching it in her hand, Astrid continued.

”No, I do not plan on going for a swim. Do you not know how fucking cold that water is? It would ruin how warm I am,” she said, almost snotty. She didn’t mean to come off as rude, that’s just how she spoke, almost defensive.

Astrid stepped back and looked her up and down. She wanted this girl. She would have this girl, even if it was for one night. She seemed freaky. That, Astrid liked. She started to imagine all of the dirty things she would do to this girl. Tie her up, gag her, drag her across the floor, make her beg for more. She bit her lower lip. Calm your clit Astrid. All in good time, she thought to herself.

”You look like fun. I’m Astrid, pleased to meet you,” she said, holding out her hand for the girl to take and shake.

”Want a drink?” She asked, holding up the blue slushie. Alcohol was always a good time and by the looks of the girl before her, she seemed like she could party. Although Astrid was still a minor, she definitely had hook ups for any occasion of her choosing. That, combined with her fake ID, she was set for the night of her life every night.

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] I could tell her by the way she looked the way she acted the color of her hair her voice was soft and cool her eyes were clear and bright but she's not there x x x x x x x x x x x ► don't bother trying  Audrey wasn’t sure how to respond to the strange girl’s cocksure attitude; it was unusual to see someone so openly crass in the sleepy little town of Hadley. Folding her lanky arms across her boyish chest, the ballerina continued to look on with caution as the brunette grinned, basking in all the attention. ”No, I do not plan on going for a swim. Do you not know how fucking cold that water is? It would ruin how warm I am.”

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Fortunately for this new girl, Audrey was pretty doped up, and therefore she responded with a lax giggle rather than a venomous retort. The blonde was so passive once she popped a few opiates that it would legitimately be a challenge to get on her ‘bad side.’ She simply fluttered her eyes and finished up her cigarette, taking a few moments to notice that this sultry brunette was blatantly undressing her with her eyes. This was bizarre.

Shifting her weight uncomfortably between her feet, Audrey took the girl’s feminine hand and shook it politely, nodding as she introduced herself, ”You look fun. I’m Astrid, pleased to meet you.”[/i] Astrid? It seemed like a rare name for an even rarer type of girl. Not wishing to seem rude, she returned the favor. The ballerina spoke softly, smoke trailing from her mouth as she moved her lips, ”I’m Audrey.”

The sixteen year old couldn’t recall the last time someone had described her as ‘fun.’ The blonde was used to being viewed as an uptight psychopath; everyone seemed to understand that she divided her time diligently between practicing ballet and drowning herself in coursework and refusing to eat for extended periods of time, which were activities that were generally not associated with ‘fun.’ Audrey shrugged her bony shoulders, realizing this girl had no idea who she was, and therefore the ballerina was free to be anyone.

”Want a drink?”[/i] Astrid cooed, holding up a rather questionable looking blue slushie. The blonde furrowed her eyebrows, gradually pulling the drink from the older girl’s grasp; she couldn’t remember the last time she drank anything with calories, let alone a fucking slushie. Deciding to be a ‘rebel,’ she lured the straw slowly out of the crushed ice with her delicate fingers and propped it neatly between her lips, sucking out the beverage gracefully as she stared at Astrid from her heavy-lidded eyes. It actually tasted pretty yummy, but Audrey would never admit to enjoying a food item.

Casually, she returned the drink to Astrid, assuming that there was probably more alcohol where that came from. The ballerina then drew in closer, gingerly biting her own bottom lip as she purred into the brunette’s ear, ”Now promise me you’re going to help me burn some of that off.” Audrey enjoyed being flirtatious; it gave her a sensation of power and control, as though she were holding the reins of the interaction. Embracing her newfound role as the young seductress, she continued to bat her doe eyes, attempting to appear both naïve and corruptible.

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to find her, she's not there

TAGS: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG,
I'VE HAD A WEIRD WEEKEND
WORDS: 500 + ,
LYRICS: THE ZOMBIES - SHE'S NOT THERE ,
OUTFIT: HERE

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