by ~Star Grace~ » Wed Mar 12, 2014 11:52 am
(Anyone open for Cassidy or James?)
~Cassidy~
Cassidy yawned and stretched her heavily tanned arms as she awoke from her large downy bed, a large lace banister accented the bed above her head as she made her way out into her bamboo-floored room. She sashayed into her en-suite and checked her face for blemishes, luckily though it was devoid of freckles are pimples. She smiled and took a soft-bristle brush and began to gently comb the snarls out of her deep chocolate locks. She smiled warmly as she finished than sauntered out into her room, throwing open her walk-in closet doors and allowing her eyes to scan the selection of clothes in front of her, she quickly selected an Aero Postal sweatshirt, a Gucci tank-top, a pair of Hollister pre-ripped jeans, with rips on the thigh and knee, and a pair of Vans black flats.
~James~
James grumbled with annoyance as his navy blue alarm clock went off, Beep, beep, beep, beep! He rolled out of his bunk bed with the enthusiasm of a door knob. He quickly stalked over to his desk and slammed the "off" button on his alarm clock, the beeping subsided abruptly, causing James to grin with relief. He ran his fingers through his velvety brunette spikey hair, and walked into the bathroom at the other end of the hall, he quickly dashed into the shower and washed his hair quickly. Once he was done he raced back into his room and shut the white oaken door quickly, then threw open his closet doors and eyed the clothes that happened to be thrown into the closet, he pulled out a simple white tee, and a pair of navy blue sport shorts, he was ready for a day at the Match Makers'.
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And who are you, the proud lord said
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
And in a coat of red
Or a coat of gold
A lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long as sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere.
Yet now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With not a soul to hear.
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