Post by ainsley irving on Aug 27, 2009 18:52:46 GMT -5
AINSLEY CAPRICE IRVING
nineteen, university student , skeptical
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yo, yo, yo! the name is brooke and i'm living life as a female. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only nineteen. for too many years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that keep spinning circles
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[/size]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?
my name is ainsley caprice irving. ainsley was picked out by grandfather, actually; his twin sister who died was named ainsley. so i was the special kid of the family to get the name. caprice was just some random choice by mom, i think she found it in a baby book. so i have no cool story to go with that. irving is quite obviously the last name of my father. i don't think any real history behind our last name.
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]i was born january sixth in chicago, illinois. i lived there basically my whole life until i left for college in new jersey. anyway, i was the surprise third child. my parents didn't actually plan me, but i guess they didn't mind me showing up either. i believe they said i was the result of a drunken night with my older brothers out of the house at a babysitters. very comforting to hear.
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]i'm very much into boys. i like boy tons. no, i love boys. they make me happy and i like to look at them. and touch them on occasion.
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]it really doesn't take much to make me smile. i just love to laugh, it's my favorite. i love my bulldog, bam, he's pretty much the coolest. i love music and i love it loud. i love parties and being stupid. i love reading and i'm pretty good at writing. concerts are amazing and so is dancing. other than that, i love: animals, playing the piano, learning, swimming, running, playing any kind of sport, baking, making people laugh, and being outside.
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]first off, don't cross me and we won't have a problem. and please, don't let me generally sweet attitude fool you; if i need to, i'll be a total bitch. but how do you get me into the mood? well, i hate: dirty looks, trashy girls, arrogant boys, anybody overly confident, loud cell phone talkers, gossipers, shit talkers, guys who consider themselves "players", authority, being told what to do, back stabbers, losing a loved one, failing, falling, getting taken advantage of, being underestimated, being ignored, some bugs, and extreme heat.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]i'd like to survive college, first and foremost. i'm studying mass communications and broadcasting so i can do something in the media. i wouldn't mind venturing into music management and possibly production. but for now my goal is getting my bachelor's degree. i'd also like to not get pregnant anytime soon, i think that'd be great. i'd also like get that apartment i've been wanting, because this dorm is just not cutting it for me anymore. but even more immediate than that, i'd like to get to know people around here. still new to the area.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]love life? well mine is non-existent at the moment. i'm a long-term kind of girl, but i'm not sure if i've ever truly been in love. i think i've been close, but he definitely slept wiht my best friends. so ever since the beginning of my senior year in high school i've been single. i'm sorta a hopeless romantic, so it'd be nice to be in relationship but i'm not gonna push it. i've kind hooked up, nothing major...a little making out here and there. but mainly, im a one guy type of girl.
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]my father's name is garret and my mother is malia. they met in college during their junior year in chicago. they got engaged about three months after they started dating and got married right after they graduated college. then my oldest brother came popping out nine months later. yeah, my parents didn't waste any time. so my oldest brother is twenty-five and his name is luke. he was the jock-type and now he's some coach for a really good high school football team. good for him. i never really got along with him, he never paid any attention to me, so whatever. three years after luke came aaron, so that makes him twenty-two. aaron is awesome and i love him to death. he kinda screwed around throughout high school and college, but still managed to land an incredible job in new york at some record label. he's hilarious and i'm definitely close with him. i was the baby so there's no more siblings. i guess my family gets along pretty well, we never have huge fights. we just tend to ignore one another sometimes. my dad is pretty cool, but my mom can get a little pushy. luke and i don't talk, like i said. but yeah, i suppose we're normal.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]hmm, secrets? i don't have anything really interesting. i want to be in love, but i'm super scared of it. i also have some sort of kidney problem, but nobody cares about that. i'm a virgin. or am i? hah, you'll never know.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
When it came to making decisions, it would be safe to say that Raleigh always followed her heart. Certainly there were times when she followed her instincts and even did some deductive reason. For instance, Apollo was known to get into some trouble and so whenever he found himself doing “illegal activities”, Raleigh was sure to be there to keep him quiet. Don’t get it wrong because Apollo was always there for Raleigh when she needed him. Like the time she got entirely too drunk to even remember her name and she ended up passing out in the middle of the club. That’s right, he scooped her up from the floor before she could be trampled and carried her all the way home, because he himself was too drunk to think of calling a cab. So he drunkenly stumbled all the way to second floor apartment without even letting her feet touch the ground. That night had been the single time they had slept in the same bed. He had laid next to her all night ensuring she kept breathing and they even woke up in each others arms. Granted, they never spoke about that particular embrace. It had never left an awkward feeling for Raleigh, but she was unsure of how it made Apollo feel. They also had affectionate run-ins aside from that, the occasional cuddling and they had nearly kissed before. But that was again not done in a sober state. Plus it had been at New Year’s Eve party almost a year ago. Since then they hadn’t come that close to kissing again. That’s just how things were though; they were best friends, not lovers.
The sting of the alcohol down her throat caused her face to wrinkle, but she loved it. It was darker in her kitchen and she greatly appreciated that. She opened her mocha eyes and allowed them to float to Apollo. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as her mind ran over a few thoughts. The first of which was how easy it would be get Apollo out the clothes. The second being what exactly she’d do with him after she had taken those clothes off. So she probably shouldn’t be plotting her actions of stripping down Apollo, but oh she was. It wasn’t until the vodka bottle moved that she snapped back to reality. Apollo’s brilliant pair of sapphire eyes held a spark that she had never seen before. A smile crossed her face as she saw the mouth of the bottle go to his lips. She raised an eyebrow and leaned against the counter. Yeah, she’d like to put something else against his lips, like maybe her own. It was amazing that Raleigh wasn’t scolding herself for having these thoughts like she usually did. Except, her thoughts weren’t usually this perverse. She folded her arms, cradling her ribcage, as she looked on in complete captivation. His lips were the only thing she could look at; so full, soft, and completely juicy. She had to fight the urge to jump out and just grab his face and so far she was doing a great job. Apollo would have to be blind to not notice her looks, stares, and quick glances tonight. She was too intoxicated to even care about keeping them discreet. So she bluntly ran her eyes down his figure, absorbing every little detail that was to be offered. Those clothes, damn those clothes! They were taking away from the good stuff, the ridges of his muscles, the flexion, the skin.
Raleigh chewed on her bottom lips as she continued to paint a picture in her mind. It was all becoming too much for her to handle, the urges were getting too hard to resist. For the sake of their friendship she caged those feelings and suppressed them the best she could. Apollo was quiet, he wasn’t saying much. He must be thinking about something because usually he would be rambling about something. He had given her a look a few minutes prior that caught her attention. She wasn’t quite sure of it’s significance, but whatever it was had been flattering and even intriguing. She smiled once more as she observed the liquor pass over his lips. Apollo would always keep pace with her every move and the two of them could drink more people under the table than you’d imagine. That’s what made them such a fierce partying duo. Though as Apollo replaced the bottle back the counter Raleigh took it upon herself to pick it back up. Just one more wouldn’t hurt right? Bringing it to her lips she tipped the glass and let the liquid rush down her throat. The burn wasn’t as intense and shortly after she returned the bottle back to the counter. Shaking her head slightly to rid herself of those typical side effects of taking a shot, she unfolded her arms. ”Hah, what would I do without you?”, she laughed as she leaned slightly toward Apollo. She wasn’t quite sure why she said that, but she truly didn’t know what she’d do without Apollo. He had revived her from a serious depression without even knowing it. She would always be in debt to him for that.
Silence cloaked the room for a few interminable moments and the mood of the setting shifted. Apollo eyes had locked onto her and even in her inebriated state she felt butterflies. Raleigh couldn’t quite tell if it was her imagination or if Apollo had really moved closer to her. He stood before her and she felt so small compared to him; in every way. She could feel his gaze and innocently she looked back. ”I want to try something. Hold still,” His eyes never even flicked away and neither did hers. There was a small motion that brought his face closer to hers, but then it stopped. In that hesitation Raleigh felt her breathing deepen and grown heavy. Her heart nearly sputtered to a stop and her whole body felt weak. What was he doing? Before she even had time to think her eyes had closed and she felt the touch of his lips against her very own. Her heart kick started and began racing, her veins boiling over with desire. Involuntarily her hands slid up his chest and around his neck. A spark ignited in her soul that left her only wanting more. She pressed slightly into the kiss, pushing her body against his as she rose to be on her tippy-toes. Breaking the kiss she took a glance up at him, ”There’s something I want to try too.” she whispered almost breathlessly. Rejoining her lips to his she ran her tongue across his bottom lip, his taste already proving to be addicting. She forced him back a step or two as her hands slid back down his chest and played at the hem of his shirt. As hesitant as she was about the next move, the liquid courage running through her system took over. Her fingers slid under the material and expanded out feeling the definition of his muscles, every crevice simply just adding to her want, her need for him. Despite all inhibitions and reasons against this, it felt right. And even though she heavily intoxicated, she knew she wouldn’t be able to shake this feeling.
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