you're alive. [open]

[Xi Coleman]

you're alive

My eyes were closed. I could feel the soft satin of my bed sheets below me, and the veiled sunlight through the indigo canopy curtains over my gorgeous oak bed. My blankets were spread about me, revealing what little I wore. My torso was bare, and most of my lower body was also bare, except for a pair of boxer shorts that I had worn the previous day. Did I care that I was almost naked at the moment? Not particularly. I propped myself up on one side by my right elbow, and faced the enormous window in my bedroom. Ever since I got freakin' rich because my lazy father gave me money, I had been throwing it around like one of those commercials for new cell phone service do with confetti. Ha ha. Richness. On the upside, I could sneer at the poor now. Yay for me! And here I rested, in the best bed money could buy (no kidding, it cost twenty-thousand dollars), staring out of the greatest window of all time, and onto the best. Freaking. Yard. EVER! I had a feeling that I might turn into that one dude in the movie Arthur, but who cares? At least I'm rich! I managed to roll myself out of bed and peer out between the dark silk curtains into my room. I couldn't survey the room properly in the dark, because it was just how the room was designed. It was at this moment that I realized how...complicated I had made this room. The architects must have had a hell of a time designing it perfectly. I would send them a bonus later on... I jumped out of bed (probably literally), and flicked the lightswitch upwards. The room was suddenly filled with the lavender light I had chosen. All of the light fixtures above me were above a large tank, which stretched across the room. The tank, about three inches deep, was filled with constantly-shifting violet water. It gave the room the feeling of being underwater, and added an eerie light to the place. This light was replicated in the living room, dining area, and many other places in the enormous, newly-built mansion I now occupied.

I surveyed the room now, watching the eerie purple light swirl on the dark walnut floor. All of the furniture in my room was similarly colored, all stained in dark tints. The walls were coated in a Victorian-style dark wallpaper, which had silver-tinted print on it. I loved this room. It was, to be honest, my favorite room in the entire house. Mostly because it was the one I had taken a personal interest in designing it, and it had turned out better than I thought. I liked the design, so I kept it up around the entire house. Even the pool's water was colored slightly purple, regardless of the chlorine that was put into it. I'm sure no one but myself would have liked this house, or it's design, but no one else has to live in it...at least, that is, until I hosted a party. In which case people would never want to leave. I had an entire party level, with a bunch of different rooms, and colored lights, rather than water, which changed with the mood of the music. I had this entire place figured out like a boss. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and went to my closet. As usual, it was equipped with everything I needed. Computer programming and weather interpretation/virtual stylists...I love you. If the outfit wasn't stunning, the accessories were. All silver and ebony bracelets and chains that went flawlessly with the outfit it was meant for. I grabbed the black shorts and indigo T-Shirt first, not even looking at the Converse that came with almost every outfit. I slipped into them, and decided that today was a better day. The customer/rich bigwig is always right. So I picked some lightweight skinny jeans, and pulled them over my lower body. I looked amazing. Of course I did. It was natural for the computerized stylists. So I ran down the hall, and propped the door open, hoping for any of the people I knew to come. And come soon.

710, muse, anyone, depressed,

[Aerowen Kalren]

Aero did not normally have this kind of money to do this kind of thing, but today was different. With the help of her dad, who had actually been smart and the past month or two had gotten a full time job that he had saved up the money from. However he was also living downtown so rent was not that much. He got paid twice as much as Aero and was willing to give up some of his pay check so that Aero could go out and get more of the things she needed. Half of the most recent pay check (he had worked several hours of overtime) was spent on doing a shopping spree with his daughter. Both of them needed some new clothes. They had done that the day before and now Aero was wandering around, wondering what she should do.

Then there was a feeling tugging at her gut and in her new outfit she followed it.

It led her to one of the hugest mansions she had ever seen. It also helped that she had not seen a mansion before. She saw some people, teenagers, walking up to the door and walking inside. An eyebrow was raised and with her anklet and bracelet, which were covered in bells, jingled as she walked up the walkway to the door. The gut feeling got stronger as she stepped closer to the guy at the door. Now wasn't he cute? Aero mentally shrugged it off. She looked around before her eyes landed on him.

"Is this some sort of open house or party or do you normally just let random strangers walk into your house?"

[/b] She asked him as she picked at her bracelet.

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This is what she is wearing.

Her shirt
Her pants
Her sandals[/size][/center][/blockquote]

[Xi Coleman]

you're alive

I stood in the doorway, shaking hands, and greeting guests. They all smiled at me and I smiled back. Their smiles were friendly. Mine were competitive. Why competitive? Simple; I knew that this would be the best damned party Richmond had ever seen. But why not have fun? So I simply greeted my guests, being polite, and saying "Welcome to the House of Eleven." like a good little puppy. The House of Eleven was a name I'd chosen for the place when we studied Roman Numerals, and figured out that my name, if capitalized all the way, was the number eleven. And coming towards me was one of the prettiest, and most war-looking girls I'd ever seen. She was pretty in the sense that...well, she was pretty. She was warlike in her expression. But she sounded almost friendly when she spoke. "Is this some kind of open house, or party, or do you normally just let random strangers walk into your house?" the girl said, picking at a bracelet. I laughed. "Well, that's not much of an introduction. Firstly, it is a party. Second, my name is Xi. Third, I don't think there's a single person at this party who could afford to buy this house. Or one persuasive enough to get me to sell it. And you are?" I said, pelting her with questions like I was throwing rocks at her. But I had a half-smile on my face, so I didn't think she'd get terribly angry.

249, linkin park, anyone, determined,
what a terrible post. D:

[Silvia Irissia Davis]

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I didn't hear what you were saying.
I live on raw emotion baby...
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Silvia for some unknown reason was informed of this party. Being new she didn't even know how she came across knowing. All she remembered was someone telling her about how she should swing by here since there was a party. Now that she thought about it, she didn't even know why she bothered showing up. It's not like she knew these strangers.

Sighing she continued her descend closer to the house rumored to hold the party. And when she finally reached it her eyebrow raised. It was pretty nice, not something she expected to see holding a party for teens. But maybe the boy at the door, who she suspected to be hosting the party, parents weren't home. Which was normally the case in San Antonio.

Stepping up to the door she heard the boy's remark at the girl and tried to hold back a snort. By the sound of his voice, he sounded rich, and full of himself. Not that Silvia could afford this house, she wasn't rich, Silvia was another middle class girl whose parents just happened to have enough money to buy everything she wanted and more. But that didn't make her rich. At least not in her standards, see her house was small, cute, the furniture was not expensive, but it was nice. She didn't have an outfit for everyday of the year, but she had enough clothes to never wear the same outfit for at least 2 months. And Silvia in total owned about 7 pairs of shoes, not much, according to her.

Brushing a curl away from her face Silvia held back a laugh. If she wanted she could possibly try to get him to sell the house, but she didn’t want to know how much the boy, Xi’s parents had to pay for bills. But the thought didn’t stay in her mind for long. Since she did in fact, have no desire in purchasing such an elegant home, at least not any time soon.
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I answer questions never maybe
And I'm not kind if you betray me...
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Word Count:: three-three-one
Tags: Xi, Aero, Open
Notes: You don't mind me jumping in?
Lyrics: Wake Up Call; Maroon 5

[Aerowen Kalren]

Aero chuckled. There were so many ways that name could be pronounced. At least in her mind she could come up with many. Now she was wondering why she was even here.

"I don't think it was meant to be an introduction. My name is Aerowen, but I prefer Aero."

[/b] She looked passed him slightly and looked in at the party. She started to feel just a tad over dressed as she looked at some of the girls. A few were wearing very revealing tops. If she took off her more sweater like shirt then she was wearing something underneath. Maybe that would blend her in?

She tugged at the end of her sleeve before changing her mind.

"Are there any rules to this party?"[/b] She asked.

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Her new top[/size][/blockquote][/center]

[Silvia Irissia Davis]

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You say that I'm messing with your head
All cause I was making out with your friend...
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The girl, Aero’s, question made her wonder what the parties in Virginia were like. In San Antonio nobody asked for rules, they all just went with it. Nobody acted like this girl did. Well now that she was actually putting thought into it, Silvia thought this girl Aero has never been to party, or at least not one held by old people, where they did announce rules before entering. But Silvia might be confused, San Antonio, was so far nothing like Richmond.

Seeing Aero tug at her shirt, Silvia knew she was feeling uncertain about her dress choice. Deciding the girl needed a bit of comfort she stepped up to them. Her brown eyes having the same daring flame as usual. ”Hello, I’m Silvia,” she told the two shortly before speaking to the girl alone in a calm tone. ”You look fine,” she said. It was bit of a lie, sure Silvia hated Flare jeans, and the shirt with those jeans just reminded her of those ancient discos, but she wasn’t going to tell that to this girl who she didn’t know yet, at least, not yet.

Silvia, unlike Aero, didn’t feel over dressed, only casually dressed. In her point of view, going to a party in heels and a pound of makeup was just like saying ‘Hey I’m gonna just try to look prettier so that hopefully one of you dimwitted people would pay attention to me’ so she wore something casual. A skirt, her multicolored converses, and a tee shirt, nothing desperate, and nothing ancient, this was the kind of clothing she would wear to the movies, or maybe, maybe school. But wearing this to school was something she would most likely not do.

Catching a glimpse of the inside of the house she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Half these girls looked like they poured chemicals in their hair then dumped their faces in a barrel of makeup. And their outfits, well some looked like they just came from a strip club. But the inside of the house, she had to admit, was pretty nice. ”Do you live here alone? Or are your parents out?” she asked casually. By the way he spoke it sounded like he had money, but then again he might still be forced to live with his parents. And she doubted if his parents were home they would allow these stipper-dressed-like girls to walk around inside the extravagant home.

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Love hurts whether it's right or wrong
I can't stop cause I'm having too much fun
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Word Count:: four-zero-seven
Tags: Xi, Aero, Open
Notes: Drinking stingweed tea now xP
Lyrics: What the Hell; Avril Lavinge
Outfite:Here Curious Child

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