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Post by Monday on Jul 14, 2006 16:32:08 GMT -5
so me and kaitlin are starting a new story, but we can't think up of a title yet. so, what i want you to do is vote for the title that you think is the coolest. lol. we'll go from there.
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Post by Monday on Jul 14, 2006 18:45:02 GMT -5
me and kaitlin have the right to veto whatever ya'll like the best, so just cause it gets the most votes, doesn't mean that that's gonna be the title. just wanted to let you know.
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Post by Thursday on Jul 14, 2006 23:25:09 GMT -5
Cammie Carter sat nervously in the plastic chair, fiddled with a silver ring on her finger. The buzzing noise coming from behind the curtain wasn't doing much to calm her down. She was sitting in front room of a tatoo parlor, anxiously awaiting her turn. Yesterday had been her 18th birthday and she decided to find her own...unique way to celebrate. She was wearing a regular black tank top and faded blue jeans that were full of holes and looked like they weren't worth a penny. These particular jeans, however, had been purchased for the retail price of three hundred and sixty dollars. Cammie sat low, the red waves of her hair hiding half of her face. She was trying not to be recognized. Not that she thought anyone would know who she really was in this kind of place. But she wasn't taking her chances.
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Post by Thursday on Jul 14, 2006 23:27:47 GMT -5
Her full name was Camille Carter, daughter of one of the richest men in the town, William Carter III. She despised her name and all the assumptions that went with it so she shorted it. Not that her father even noticed. He never noticed anything. Except his business.
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Post by Thursday on Jul 14, 2006 23:35:16 GMT -5
William Carter III owned the largest and pretty much only car lot in the town and surrounding counties. His only competition...well he had no competition. Cammie was his only daughter so he was way over protective. The sad part was she hardly ever saw him. She had done every conceivable thing to get him to pay attention to her, to her life. She lived two lives after all. He was bound to notice one. But he didn't.
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Post by Monday on Jul 15, 2006 15:44:28 GMT -5
After his long flight from India yesterday, Max decided to sight see around the town a bit. When he saw the tattoo parlor, he couldn't resist taking a look inside. He walked in and when he saw no one attending the front counter, he slid into the seat next to a very nervous looking girl. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair and looked over at the girl. "This is your first isn't it?" he said smiling at the girl.
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Post by Thursday on Jul 16, 2006 1:03:50 GMT -5
Cammie looked up when she heard the boy's voice. He was about her age and very cute, not that she noticed it at the time. She was too nervous. "Does it show?" she asked back.
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Post by Monday on Jul 16, 2006 18:13:36 GMT -5
"Well the ring is a dead give away." said Max to the girl. He remembered when he got his tattoo. He had been so nervous he almost backed out of it, but he never once regreted it after it was done. "Try to take deep breaths. That usually helps. And don't worry, it's not so bad after the first few minuetes."
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Post by Thursday on Jul 17, 2006 21:08:13 GMT -5
Cammie snorted. "That's reassuring. So, you have a tattoo?" she asked. "You don't seem like the type."
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Post by Monday on Jul 17, 2006 22:07:01 GMT -5
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Post by Thursday on Jul 18, 2006 0:38:23 GMT -5
Cammie stared at the picture on his arm. It was mesmerizing. The deep blue of the moon and golden yellow of the sun seemed to draw her in. His well-defined bicep didn't hurt either. "It's amazing!" she exclaimed. She lightly put a finger to it and traced the outline. A tingle ran up her arm as she touched him. "I'm Cammie," she said pulling her hand away from his tattoo and held it out to him.
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Post by Monday on Jul 18, 2006 7:49:19 GMT -5
"Max." he said shaking her hand. The desk attendent at the front suddenly turned up from behind the corner. "Well it was nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you around town?"
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Post by Thursday on Jul 19, 2006 13:13:32 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you too," Cammie said with a wave as Max left to talk to the attendant. Suddenly the buzzing noise in the back stopped and a large man with tattoos covering his arms and a biker chick type stepped out. "Thanks again, Duke. I love the new ink," said the woman. "No problem Gina," the man answered with a wink. Cammie smiled. After Gina left, Duke turned to Cammie. "Well, missy? Are you ready for your first tattoo?" Cammie took a deep breath. Maybe Max's advice wasn't so bad after all. She felt calmer all ready. Yes, she was ready.
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Post by Monday on Jul 20, 2006 18:14:32 GMT -5
After chating with the attendant for a few minuetes, Max decided to go see how Cammie was doing. He was about to walk in the room when he got a phone call from his uncle. Apparently he needed to talk to him in person immediatly. So much for talking to the cute girl... he said to himself as he walked out of the shops doors.
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2006 13:27:02 GMT -5
Travis Thompson put the phone back in it's cradle and leaned back in his chair. He was seated at the desk in his home office. It was a beautiful desk. Made from a deep mahogany wood and it was as smooth as glass to the touch. A picture of a woman was taped to his computer screen. "You should have been mine Lisa," he muttered to himself. He scratched his chin thoughtfully. Maybe just maybe his nephew would be the one to help him.
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