Dec 4, 2016
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space tripping
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Elamin is a hell of a drug. It makes you feel unvulnerable, like a god. If the addiction is in an early stage, it is easy to recover but you will always remember that one first time you did it. Check it out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cufU05D-WAY
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It was mid day in the lovely city of Paris, where Whitney and Jim decided to settle after a series of hardships for the both of them, but definitely more so for the poet. The girl wandered around the bookshelf she’d brought for the two of them to store their favorite works upon, and picked up a collection of poems by Edgar Allen Poe to skim through; a lingering feeling had been swirling around her mind for a few days, and it all fell back on her and her poet’s intimacy; they seemed to be getting caught up in the moment lately, and she couldn’t help but purchase the little test that would settle her uneasy conscious.
After a few minutes, the brunette headed toward the bathroom and pulled out the three white sticks, doing the ritual and finding all three to be, indeed, positive. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she threw them away and cleaned up- how would Jim react? She wasn’t sure how to react just yet, stunned- and for good reason. It took a little bit before she made her way out of the bathroom, finding Jim sitting writing in his worn journal and sounded a little sigh, a very nervous smile written across her face. “Hey, Jim, love..?”
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Having an active sex life was nothing rare in the city of angles. It was actually weirder not to have one. This was a change compared to where she came from but she had fit in quite well in a short time. Given the part of town where she lived, it was particularly common for her neighbors to have colorful sex lives. She didn’t mind one bit, hell, she could even compete with some of them! But there was one neighbor in particular that was rather...peculiar. The man was handsome, charismatic. The type of man that she would expect to have admirers. However she rarely ever saw him with anyone and she couldn’t recall e v e r seeing anyone coming to his apartment. Then again it wasn’t like she was stalking him. However it wasn’t a lie that his sex life had sparked a curiosity in the young singer. Why?? Well, because it happened that she heard rather loud sex noises from his apartment but when they were over there was no one coming out. They seemed to start and end out of the blue. At first she didn’t think much of it, it was none of her business. Moreover most of the time she was outside in bars and pubs singing or out with friends. But recently with her band they had decided they would work more on their original material so she had been staying at home more than usual. Thus the noises became more evident to her and she begun to actually think about it. She had never seen anyone else living in his flat so there had to be someone coming in and out. She had considered the option of someone being held captive but the noises did not indicate to nothing of such a nature, and she mentally scoffed herself for considering such a thing without any evidence.
Throwing her pen on her notebook she covered her face for few seconds. She hadn’t been able to write a proper song the entire day and instead she had been distracted thinking about her neighbor’s sex life. Great, she thought to herself before taking her almost finished beer bottle and took one more sip from it. She probably shouldn’t drink so much. But well, she was seven bottles too late to consider that. She smirked. Looking around her eyes stopped on the wall she shared with that said neighbor. She had heard the noises a couple of hours ago again...And with a rush of extreme boldness she bolted up from her chair. What was the worse that could happen?? It was L.A. and people were used to weird people and she could be weird. Despite it being almost summertime, nights could get chilly. And given that she was a in a miniskirt and white shirt, she grabbed her oversized black leather jacket. Leaving her flat she locked behind her and put the keys in the jacket’s pocket. Walking in a tipsy manner to the door of her neighbor she knocked his door, determined to get some answers.
@acidshaman "Jim," Whitney spoke from the kitchen, washing some of the dishes from breakfast time. She had an idea for the two of them that was just bubbling inside of her for a while now, and it was itching to get out. "What would you say to a road trip with just the two of us and the open air?" She wandered into the living room and found the man, strolling over and interlocking her fingers with his own.
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“You have such a beautiful smile, love.”
This place is groovy.
Thank you so much! :) I’m not sure if my partner already messaged your or not. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.
@acidshaman ( cont. x )
Presumably alone for the evening, Carrie had, admittedly, indulged in a mind-altering substance or two; her imagination was as vivid as ever, and so what was a girl to do? So lost in the bliss of her fantasies was the actress that she hadn’t even heard the creak of the door, leaving her visibly shocked and embarrassed as she bolted upright and grabbed the nearest sheet for cover. “Shit,” she managed, working up a flush in her cheeks. “Sorry - I was just…” She failed to pull up any sort of excuse; the only things that came to mind were profuse (and rightful, she supposed) apologies.