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Post by kenzie on Feb 1, 2011 19:17:22 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She hated this, hating being known for what her mother was. It had been this way for years…anyone who knew her mother automatically assumed she was just like her…especially because she was forced into being a demon. Everyone acted like she had wanted to be a demon, but no, they were completely wrong. Mackenzie Anne Doyle was a good person, always had been, but her mother’s insanity and general evil way of looking at the world had forced her into this purgatory in which she couldn’t escape.
Her mother was the reason she was in this damn state of existence to begin with. She had been a good person until she had turned 17. She all of a sudden started doing things that she didn’t understand why and didn’t remember doing them…though people had seen her doing them. Finally she started to remember, but by then it was too late. She was labeled as a witch and burned for being a witch. It was true, she was a witch, but she had never hurt anyone, at least not on purpose.
It wasn’t until she was in hell that she realized what had happened. Her mother, Ruby, was a black eyed demon and had been controlling her actions in order for her to do her mother’s bidding. She was forced, without her consent; to do things that she would never entertain the idea of doing. She had killed, maimed, stolen, and a list of worse things that she could barely believe she had done with her own hands.
Her thoughts were broken when a whistle rang out. She looked over and groaned. It was Tinsel, another demon who constantly begged for her help. She had escaped hell when the gate had been opened and had been causing mischief ever since. Even though Mackenzie chose to conduct her life as if she wasn’t actually a demon, she was still being actively sought out by other demons. Before Tinsel could even say a word, Mackenzie quickly teleported out, landing in a small town she had never been to before.
She looked for around for a moment, before her eyes came upon a sign. ‘Welcome to Mystic Falls’.
She rolled her eyes at the cliched sign before walking into a club that was a bit aways from the sign. The Underground...sounded interesting.
Word Count: 402
Tag: Open
Outfit: Jeans, Shirt, Shoes
Note: Ruby’s daughter….bwahahahahaha
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Mar 8, 2011 23:40:32 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was late and Dean was out hunting in Impala alone, he was on a mission without Castiel of course there was trouble in heaven. As always something more important then what Dean was working on, but Dean knows it wasn’t Casitel job to always be there. He was needed there too and Dean understood that, who else was going to protect heaven from Raphael. Dean laughs every time he hears his Ninja turtle of a name, it would better for everyone if he was just dead.
Then as Dean was driving his cell phone rang, when he looked he saw it was Lisa. Dean ignored the call, she was probably calling telling Dean to come and get is stuff. The last time they spoke Lisa told him she couldn’t deal with him being gone all the time, and she hated being worried about him when he is out hunting. Dean didn’t blame her he missed being Lisa so much, but this was the only way to keep her safe. It would kill him if anything happened to her and Dean didn’t get why she couldn’t see that, it made him mad thinking just about it.
Then as Dean was driving he came to an Underground club, he had heard about people going in there and then come up missing. So Dean thought it be best to investigate and check it out, there had been so many people in Mystic Falls that had gone missing recently it was crazy. First at the Cemetery, then the grill and now here, when does it all end Dean thought to himself. Dean then parked the Impala, got out and headed inside the club to see what he could find out.
Word Count- 288
Tagged- Mackenzie Anne Doyle
Outfit- Click here for Dean's outfit
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Post by kenzie on Mar 13, 2011 22:32:27 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She sighed and looked around. She was definitely more covered up than most girls were in this place. Here she was in a Varsity sweater dress, black skinny jeans, red high heeled hoots, and her flower necklace…and most girls had on mini skirts and tube tops. If she would have known she was going ‘clubbing’ tonight she would have definitely changed before coming in. She felt extremely over dressed…though there was no reason for her to care what she looked like. She knew she was hotter than almost anyone here, that was what immortality did for ya. It made you in great shape and hot…she did have several generations to get into shape.
A song came over the radio and she snorted. It was Usher’s ‘Make Me Wanna’…which was popular in 2002 and 2003…and it was extremely entertaining to her that half the sixteen year olds with fake IDs had never heard the song. It was always obvious when people knew and song and when they didn’t. When people knew a song you’d hear the little squeals of joy followed by ‘OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG’, and then of course every running onto the dance floor. However, when the people didn’t know the songs you would see a decrease of those on the dance floor and no squeals. It was funny to look around and see the young girls hitting on guys twice their age and rolling their eyes at the song in which the guys that they were hitting on actually liked the song.
She sighed and walked up the bar…waiting for the bartender to notice her. When he did it was obvious as his eyes became glazed over and he seemingly stuttered when asking her what she wanted to drink. “Hey Handsome. I’d like a Margaretta” She smile and in a flash she had it in her hand. Once she paid for it she walked away from the bar and onto the edge of the dance floor…simply watching…and waiting…for whatever it was that came her way.
Word Count: 369
Tag: Open
Outfit: Click here for Mackenzie’s Outfit!---Wish I could walk in heels like this because they are hot!
Note: Seriously….this post was painful to do…simply because I had no freaking muse for it whatsoever!
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Mar 17, 2011 4:38:06 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean walked in to the club looking at all the hot half dressed women that were dancing on the dance floor, he watched them all while he was walking over to the bar to order a drink. Dean waited for the bartender to come down to him so he could order a beer, he didn’t care anymore he was letting lose and having some fun. If Lisa didn’t want to wait around for him, then why should he wait around for her it just didn’t seem fair. He was tired of being lonely not talking to anyone it was hard, especially not having his brother Sam around to talk to and pick on. He didn’t want to do this stupid hunting stuff again, but it was the only thing that would keep her and Ben safe. Lisa had stopped calling him and answering his phone calls, so he was just done with it all. Time for Dean to have some real fun.
Dean was checking out all the hot woman in the bar thinking to himself, Damn These girls in here are fine! Dean wasn’t going to lie had needs like any other human being, and the one thing he needed right now with all the stress was, Sex. He wanted to get laid bad, Dean knew that sounded bad but right now he really didn’t care. Dean walked around the dance floor looking at all the women, dancing to some kind of R&B music that Dean didn’t really care for. Dean was more in the mood to hear some good old rock, but he knew he wasn’t going to find that here.
Then as Dean was walking around kicking back some of his beer, he saw a beautiful blond girl standing all by herself. Which was a surprise to Dean, most of the hot girls in here had a man on there arm, so why didn’t this girl? She was wearing a Varsity sweater dress and the sexiest red high heel boots that Dean had ever seen, Dean had to say something to her, he just didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to use some lame line and get blown off by her, Dean want to get to know her bad. So Dean walked over, stood right next to her and said “So why aren’t you dancing babe? Is it to hard to dance in them heels with out a man holding on to you, because I could help you if you like.” Dean then stuck out his hand to shake hers and said “Hi I’m Dean and you are?” Dean hoped she would answer him and not walk away.
Word Count- 450 Woot! oh no Britt i have the highest word count in this post so far, you better out do me LOL!
Tagged- Mackenzie Anne Doyle
Outfit- Click here for Dean's outfit
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Post by kenzie on Mar 18, 2011 20:59:56 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She looked around, staring at the women and men, or at least, the children who were posing as women and men. There were not many times that she ever really felt her age, but this was one of those times. She was a demon, yet she still had class and manners. That was something that had seemingly died over the years. When she was human, men had manners. They were chivalrous. They were polite, hell when she was young a man had to ask to escort you to around the garden, and it still had to be supervised. Now, whenever she went to the mall, there were groups of teenage girls in tube tops, hanging around a group of teenage boys and half of them would be making out with the other. It was insane. Completely insane. It was also almost forbidden to lose your virginity before marriage. Many men would not marry a woman who wasn’t a virgin. Now it seemed like a game to young girls and boys to see who can lose their virginity first. She was not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but she’ll admit, she was when she was burned at the stake. She didn’t lose her virginity until after she was brought back as a demon…because at that point, what did it matter? She wasn’t planning on getting married anytime soon, so why save something that no one would ever take?
Her thoughts were broken when someone pushed past her giggling. She looked up and saw some girl in the tiniest pair of shorts, she didn’t even really know if they WERE shorts. They looked like the boy short underwear that girls wore to bed instead of shorts you’d wear out. Anyway, the girl was giggling and following a guy who looked at least 15 years older than her and they were headed to the back alley. She rolled her eyes, again with the girls having no morals and guys having no class.
She was interrupted again, but this time it was a welcome interruption. A man, who looked around 27. She told people that she was 25, though in reality she was only 17 when she was killed. However, pretending to be 25 made it easier to get what she wanted, so it worked for her. She looked at the man closer, this time focusing on his features. He was hot, she’d give him that. He had a sort of a bad boy look though she could tell he was a good person. He had these eyes that spoke to you, almost as if you could see in his soul, even though that was a cheesy thing to say, let alone think, but it was the truth. He was definitely the type to take home to mom, if her mom wasn’t a psychotic bitch.
She grinned at his moment. “Well you’ll find I can do just about anything in these heels sexy, however having a strong man to hold me isn’t the worst way to end my day.” She told him, smiling her heart stopping smile. She placed his hand in his when he introduced himself. Dean. That name sounded familiar, though she wasn’t sure why. She knew for a fact that she had never met him, yet the name still sounded like she had heard it before. She filed it away for later thought before turning her attention back to the sexy man who hopefully by the end of the night would be warming her hotel bed. “I’m Mackenzie.” She told him, looking at him through hooded eyes. “So what are you doing here all by your lonesome?” She asked, curious as to what a guy looking the way he did was doing in a club, alone, at this time of night. It was strange, but some other’s loss hopefully would be her incredible gain. She waited for him to respond, and hoped he didn’t have a girlfriend. It wouldn’t be the first time she had slept with someone who was taken, but she really didn’t care to do it that often.
Word Count: 737
Tag: Open
Outfit: Click here for Mackenzie’s Outfit!---Wish I could walk in heels like this because they are hot!
Note: You were saying my dear? Lol. That’s what I thought. I actually had muse for this thread tonight so be glad of that. Now you have more posts to do.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Mar 29, 2011 3:00:43 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean was amazed at how hot this girl was, and the fact that she hadn’t smacked him across the face yet for talking to her, surprised the hell out of Dean. She was so sexy by the way here hair fell down her back with her beautiful blue eyes, Dean wanted this girl so bad. But he was a bit worried at how old she was, she looked eighteen, but at this point Dean was so lonely he really didn’t care.Dean then looked at her and said “so you can do anything in those heels huh, and yeah I can be a nice way to end your night, so why you let me show you a good time baby.” Dean knew it he had to much to drink, but he didn’t really care anymore, he was going to have some god damn fun tonight even if it killed him too.
Dean loved her name just as sexy has she was, “Well it is very nice to meet you Mackenzie” Dean said to her with a big smile on his face. She then asked what he was doing there by himself, Dean didn’t really know what to say to that one. He couldn’t tell her the truth, what would he even say anyway, oh well my girlfriend left me and made my heart in to of bunch broken pieces because I’m a hunter. There was not way in hell he could even think about saying that, she would be like, what the hell is a hunter anyway? Then he would have explaining even more to her. So Dean looked at her and said “Well I’m here for the same reason you are beautiful, to have a good freaking time. Now how about I buy you another drink?”
Dean put his arm around her then walked over to the bar with Mackenzie to get more drinks, just what Dean needed to get drunker then he already was. When they made to the bar Dean looked at the bartender and said “I will have a Beer my good man, please.” Dean then looked at Mackenzie and asked her “so babe what are you going to have tonight?” Dean waited to see what she would order, sometimes the drink makes the woman, so it will be interesting and hot to see what she gets.
Word Count- 395
Tagged- Mackenzie Anne Doyle
Outfit- Click here for Dean's outfit
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Post by kenzie on Apr 2, 2011 0:30:15 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She grinned at him. She could tell how powerful he was. His arms had muscles on them and his legs looked extremely good in the pants he was wearing. He would definitely give her a good time tonight. It was hard to find someone who could satisfy her. She was pretty much insatiable…being a demon had its perks and its downfalls. Unfortunately most mortal men didn’t hold up to her stamina and got tired out very quickly. It sometimes was easier in her world to not have a man at all versus trying and failing to get any pleasure. However just by the look of the man in front of her, she could tell tonight was not going to be one of those nights.
She stroked her hand up his shirt covered chest and grinned at him again, this time it was a sultry grin. “I say we skip the drinks.” She told him, leaning in and whispering in his ear. “I could go for something a bit…stronger.” She stated before taking his hear in her mouth and sucking on it before biting it gently. “I have a hotel room that I’m dying to break in the bed in. Care to help me with my goal? Or are you going to make a poor girl break a bed in herself?” She asked, hoping he’d take the bait and follow her. She leaned up against him, pressing her hips against his, making sure he understood her meaning. “I’ll be outside, you have 2 minutes to make your decision baby, so I hope you make it fast.” She told him before pecking him on the lips briefly and turning, walking out the door.
She knew he would follow her, they always did. She was hot, sexual, and she knew what men wanted. She just hoped he lived up to her expectations.
Word Count: 368
Tag: Dean Winchester.
Outfit: Click here for Mackenzie’s Outfit!---Wish I could walk in heels like this because they are hot!
Note: This thread is officially finished. Use your imagination on what happens afterward. I’m sure you all are imaginative to know what happened in her hotel room  What? They played bingo all night! *Smirks*
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Post by ADMIN BRITT on Apr 2, 2011 2:04:32 GMT -6
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What? They played bingo all night! *Smirks*
