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Post by Nina Suresh on Feb 16, 2010 5:06:56 GMT -6
 NINA DALISAY SURESH, - - - - -SO TELL THE DJ THIS IS MY SONG SO KEEP
IT GOING ON THE REPLAY ALL NIGHT LONG
so we can show them how- - - - -In the lovely town of Valkyrie there were plenty of things to do on a Saturday night. If the weather was nice you could go for a walk down to the beach or sit on the pier or walk around the shops. You could catch a late-night movie. There was always a party or two on somewhere around town but most of these were shak parties that only the poor and trashy kids attended. As for the 'valk' side of town? Well while most of the teenagers most likely wanted to go out and party or hang out with their friends, instead they were dragged out for a family dinner to 'bond' as the parents claimed but that was clearly a ruse to show off how perfect their families were. Nina should know because she'd just got home from one of those dinners with her parents and cousins and had spent the entire time texting Jules under the table while her parents rambled on about how proud they were of Nina and her cousins and all they had achieved. Yes, Nina had passed junior year. Big woop. She hadn't exactly done much else this year to make anyone very proud. In fact she was turning into a bit of a disgrace to be honest. Let's see, in the past twelve months Nina had gone from one of Valkyrie's sweethearts to withdrawn and on the verge of depression and finally to the girl she was today. A true valk!girl in very sense of the term. She was rarely home anymore and her wardrobe was getting more and more full.
Speaking of rarely being home anymore, it was lucky Dr and Mrs Suresh had even been able to keep Nina around tonight. She had been planning to go out and party like she usually did with a couple of friends and a few shots of vodka but unfortunately as she'd been approaching the stairs to go and get dolled up, her mother had caught her and informed her that there was to be a Suresh family dinner tonight at the Country Club so it would be much appreciated if she would go put something pretty and appropriate on. Nina had grudgingly headed for the boring section of her wardrobe and put on something that wouldn't make her mother glare at her all night and then followed her family to the Country Club. The dinner had been everything you would expect it to be. There was the posh sounding meals with difficult pronunciations that got both Alex and Tim stuck which amused Nina slightly. These names were as familiar as roast chicken or steak and salad etc to her since she'd been in the Valks for so long. Apart from the meals there was the usual questioning by her parents about life for all the younger members. Alex had remained silent at that while Tim struggled for answers and Nina just raised her eyebrows and held back a yawn. She'd been to many of these beginning-of-the-year-dinners with her parents, so much so that now it was just like de-ja-vu and quite annoying actually. There were so many other places she could be right now instead of playing happy families.
Luckily the dinner didn't drag on too long since her dad had some important meeting at the hospital tomorrow that he needed to prepare for so the Sureshes were home by eleven o'clock which must have been a record. Usually Melissa Suresh bumped into another valk!mum and Nina and her dad would be stuck at the Country Club for another four hours while she chatted to her fellow botoxed friends about the latest scandals. Not this time thank good. Glancing at the big clock in the entrance hallway as she walked inside, Nina smirked to herself. She still had plenty of time to get ready and head out again. "God, finally." Nina sighed to herself as she collapsed on her big bed, kicking her heels off in the process and letting them fall to the floor with a thud. Now she needed to get ready for her real night out. Nothing about this outfit would fit, that was for sure. The heels she had just kicked off were barely a few inches high and quite boring and this dress, ugh what was it even doing in her closet? Seriously, Nina was surprised at the amount of hideous clothes she still owned from back in her old days of being boring. Screwing up her nose, Nina slipped the dress over her shoulders and stepped out of it and towards the wardrobe to find something more fitting.
About an hour so later Nina finally emerged from her bedroom with her usual attire and caked on make-up. Pushing her arms through the arm-holes of her leather jacket, the tiny brunette trotted down the stairs with the air of someone definitely looking to make a fast exit. "Going out. Bye!" she called as she reached the font door, miraculously not interrupted by her mother which was a rarity but she'd probably had too many champagnes and was having a lie down already. Smiling to herself, Nina swung the front door open and was about to step out when - "Hold up. When are you going to be home?" Ew it was Tim, standing there with his arms folded and frowning. Since when did he have the right to be all dad-like on her? "Whenever I feel like it. I'd suggest you don't wait up for me, kay? Now buh-bye." she blew a brief air kiss towards him with a smirk on her lips before swinging the front door closed and hurrying to her car before Tim could stop her. Twenty minutes later she was back to her natural state, pressed up against some random hot guy with a glass of vodka one hand. "Wooooo!" she cheered loudly as a new song came on, the bass thumping so loud that Nina could feel it like a second heartbeat in her chest. About half way through the song though, she realised that her glass was now empty. "Nooo!" she moaned dramatically, easing herself away from the hot guy she'd been dancing with. "I'll totally be right back! Keeping up my fluids!" she joked flirtatiously, heading towards the bar which was, naturally, jam packed. "Hellooo! Pretty girl with an empty glass over here!" she shouted to the bartender loudly, waving one hand in the air to try and get his attention. Yeah, her along with fifty other girls.
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STATUS; finished !
TAGGED TO; robbie wallace !
TIME/PLACE; late night november, bare nightclub
CREDITS; format inspired by other v-siders. lyrics from 'to the floor' by jessica mauboy. banner by catasTROPHY at caution v.2
OUTFIT; hurrr <3
NOTES; woo super late but im excited for this xD
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Post by Robbie Wallace on Feb 26, 2010 23:12:18 GMT -6
 ( ROBERT HENRY WALLACE )BARE NIGHT CLUB, NOVEMBER 16, 2007, EVENINGi don't care what you think as long as it's about
me, the best of us can find happiness in misery. . . . . . .robbie wallace wasn't quite sure about how he felt about all the things going on at the moment. he was now in his senior year of high school, which he personally regarded as a big fucking jip, because he really should have been done with school by now. if he had stayed in scotland, he would have taken his a levels at the end of last year and been done with secondary school and free to go about living his life. but oh ho ho no, he was in america, where, unless you dropped out, you were in high school until you were eighteen and graduated. fucking stupid, if you asked him, especially since his aunt elane was point blank refusing to let him drop out. though that might be just as well, because he was now thinking that univerisity next year was probaby the way to go, because then he could continue to live at home without having his aunt and collin nagging at him all the time. oh and it would broaden his horizons and blah blah blah, all that stupid shite. however, the point was that robbie really wasn't happy about having to serve another year locked up inside the goddamn academy when if justice had been served he would be a free agent by now.
however, there were also a few things going on in his fascinating little existence that he did not, in fact, regard as a big fucking jip. such as the fact that bevin tallulah turner was, in fact, not pregnant with his child, which was one big fucking relief. though the fact that he had gotten a broken wrist out of that whole situation when it turned out he hadn't even managed to knock anyone up at all seemed beyond unfair at this point. yeah, he could more than identify with finn turner's protective older brother thing going on, because he himself had a younger sister of his own. and he knew that he would gladly maim, mangle, and mutliate any stupid punk fucker who so much as had a suggestive thought regarding her. so yes, he understood why he had wound up with a broken wrist, but his tolerant feelings of understanding were wearing off because he had gotten really fucking god damn sick of wearing that stupid cast on his arm. had only just gotten the fucking cast off of his arm a couple weeks ago. anyway, point being, he was more than willing to just be extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely thankful that bevin wasn't pregnant, because, let's face it, shall we? the two of them would have been really fucking terrible parents and, had bevin decided to keep that kid - who was pretty much just figurative at this point - , it probably would have wound up needing intense therapy by the time it was fourteen. another thing that had happened that robbie did not classify into a category defined by some sort of varying degree of crap was that his cousin, andie, had moved out. it was nice because the two of them hadn't ever really gotten along at all. ever. she was annoying and always managed to get in the way of everything. which was a bit odd, seeing as most of the things that robbie did on a daily basis were things that were sort of hard to get in the way of, especially if you were as uninterested in his life as andie was. however, she still managed to be a fucking snoop; always rummaging around in his room, stealing all his cigarettes. it was gradual, but he did notice their numbers diminishing.
anyway, his half greek, half scottish, cousin had indeed finally moved out of the house and into some apartment building on the other side of the shaks. she had even gotten herself a job at that one gay assed, hoity toity restaurant all the rich fucks were constantly flocking to. so it was nice, having an andie free house; there were now fewer people around to dispute his choice of television channels. and now no one blared gypsies, tramps and thieves but that whore cher, who, in robbie's opinion, should have died a long, long, looong time ago. so far, we have two things in his life that didn't constitute as shite. but neither of had absolutely anything on a certain third not-crap component of his existence. and that certain component had a name: shay anderson. she was hot and, when she wasn't on one of her never ending pms stints, actually enjoyable to spend time with. the sex wasn't bad, either. quite good, actually.
on this particular night, however, things were seeming kind of sucky, just because he was really bloody bored. he was sprawled out on his bed in his room, which was obscenely cluttered with the usual massive mess, a cigarette between his lips. it was probably a really bad decision to be smoking in the house, because it his aunt found out, she would more than likely have some sort of conniption. she did know that he smoked and she wasn't happy about it, so whenever she phsyically saw him with a cigarette, she yelled at him, but she didn't even try to stop him from doing it when she couldn't see him. because apparently she could recognize a lost cause when she saw one. however, were she to so much as stick her head into his bedroom, she would be able to smell the cigarette smoke and any conniption she felt inclined to throw would be justified. what a rebel he was, eh? but, surprisingly enough, lying on his bed, smoking his lungs away, was proving to be a relatively dull way to pass the evening. so he got up, extinguished his cigarette on his desk and tossed it in the rubbish bin before making sure he had his wallet, throwing on a pair of shoes, and heading out of his room, then out of the house. thankfully he didn't encounter anyone on the way, because he didn't feel like explaining anything about where he was going, even if his standard explaination was just a grumbly grunt.
bare night club wasn't the type of place he usually "hit up", but tonight he felt like something different, so, about half an hour after leaving his house, he found himself at the popular nighttime destination. and even though he didn't come here very often, he didn't have very much trouble getting in. lots of places around here were very lax about checking i.d.s, which was one of the reason the small city had so many teenager budding alcoholics running around in it. the place was, as usual, full of dancing people, flashing lights and alcohol. spiffy. sticking his hands into the pockets of his pants, he strolled with purpose over into the general direction of the bar, his eyes peeled for anything that could serve as the amusement for tonight, anything at all. and when he got closer to the bar, he laid eyes on pretty much the best things he could have possibly hoped for. nina suresh, at the bar, empty glass in hand, trying to catch the bartender's attention. "hellooo! pretty girl with an empty glass over here!" the corners of his mouth twitched upward in an actual genuine smile. 'atta girl. he picked up speed as he approached the bar and shoved some random guy hogging up some of the counter space next to nina out of the way so that he could slide up next to her, leaning his elbow on the counter. "well, well, well," he said smiply, a smirk still on his face.
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tagged , ninaaaa!
attire , here. plus jeans.
credits , lyrics: fall out boy. formatting: me.
notes , first robbie post in foreverrr, yay!
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Post by Nina Suresh on Mar 20, 2010 6:59:16 GMT -6
NINA DALISAY SURESH, - - - - -SO TELL THE DJ THIS IS MY SONG SO KEEP
IT GOING ON THE REPLAY ALL NIGHT LONG
so we can show them how- - - - - Bare was always a very crowded club and probably always had been but as Nina was still fairly new to the party scene, she had to admit that the thumping bass and loud squeals of girls getting into the music was a little hard on her ears. It was a far cry from her old Saturday nights lazing around at home watching reruns of I Love Lucy with Alex. God, that sounded so lame now compared to what Nina's new hobby was but despite the ringing in her ears and the headache she could feel approaching, this was, as odd as it sounds, a safe haven for Nina. Once upon a time her home had been her safe haven where she could relax and just be. Now home was more like a jail cell where she was always on the edge. She hated to admit it but the place she'd once loved and considered a home was now becoming just a house. And quite a depressing house too. You had Mrs Suresh who spent most of her time telling Nina off if she was around and going out with her valk!mum friends for coffee and botox or whatever they did. Then there was Dr Suresh who was never home anymore, slowly turning into a workaholic while the rest of his family remained completely oblivious. Alex was too busy moping around in a state of depression that reminded Nina of how she used to be except a lot darker. It was a bit scary but Nina was too busy to really worry. As for Tim and Carlito, well they were boys and off doing their own thing, always out with friends or girls, most notably Tim with Bailey. That was a bit weird actually. Another reason why Nina liked to be out of the house so she could escape that odd banter.
So as you can see, the Suresh estate was no longer a home to Nina anymore. Instead, the clubs and bars were taking its place. At Bare she felt alive and crazy and invincible. Although come to think of it, that probably had less to do with Bare itself and more to do with the shots she downed while she was there. Yeah, that was probably it. But still, walking into Bare gave Nina a sense of happiness, like everything was going to be okay. Even though the sound really was a little bit too loud, Nina just kept telling herself to get used to it and get over it. This was much better than her old life and she just had to keep reminding herself of that and then everything would be okay. No, it would be better than okay. It would be amazing. It was amazing. As Nina stood at the bar with these thoughts If she ignored her current state of home, everything else in life was pretty great. She had a group of amazing friends, a super hot boyfriend (well when they were on at least) and her weekends were now filled with fabulous parties and late nights out at the hottest clubs in town. Now that was what Nina called a good night out. Loud music pumping and hot guys surrounding her, all problems in the world forgotten except how empty your glass was and how hot the guy you were grinding against was.
Unfortunately there was a large group of girls who also had the same idea of a good night out too so Nina was lucky to even get into Bare before it was declared full. Of course if it was, she and a lot of other girls found ways to sweet-talk - or show if you were one of those girls - their way inside. Therefore Bare was extremely crowded and that made it nearly impossible to get a drink right now. Considering she'd been dancing and singing very loudly, she really needed a drink but of course there had to be about fifty other girls feeling the same way at the same time. Waving her glass in the air again, Nina sighed loudly, earning a glance from the tall blonde with way too much make-up on who had just yelled extra loud and flashed her boobs at the bartender, immediately getting a free drink. Slut much? Despite being quite drunk already, Nina would never stoop as low as revealing herself to get free drinks. She wasn't that trashy Before Nina could make a bitchy comment or shove the girl, she heard a usually unwelcome voice from the opposite direction, giving the blonde slut time to slip back to the dance floor unnoticed. And sure enough, when Nina turned, there he was. Robbie Wallace standing next to her in the middle of Bare. There's an unexpected twist. "well, well, well," was all he said with that usual smirk on his lips, just like he always did.
Now the old Nina's reaction, and even a sober new Nina's reaction, would generally be to scoff in Robbie's direction and throw back some annoyed line before heading back to Mr Hottie back on the dance floor and going back to get a new drink later. However, Robbie had managed to encounter a completely different Nina tonight because this time she really was quite, to put it bluntly, smashed. So her reaction was naturally going to be a little more interesting. Wobbling slightly in her heels as she spun to face him fully, Nina's face lit up and she squealed. "Roooobbie! You're at Bare!" she exclaimed, flinging her arms around him in an excited hug. "You're never here!" she half-shouted over the music as she pulled back from the hug and gazed at Robbie through slightly blurry eyes. "Oh my gosh. You have to dance with me!" And just like that, Mr Hottie turned into Mr Five-Minutes-Ago and was completely out of Nina's mind. If only sober-Nina could see her drunken self right now. Oh the shame she'd be feeling, practically throwing herself onto Robbie Wallace of all people! Not to mention she was currently doing fairly well with Jules. Oh lordy. Let's just hope Robbie was already drunk too and wouldn't remember tonight either shall we?
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STATUS; finished !
TAGGED TO; robbie wallace !
TIME/PLACE; late night november, bare nightclub
CREDITS; format inspired by other v-siders. lyrics from 'to the floor' by jessica mauboy. banner by catasTROPHY at caution v.2
OUTFIT; hurrr <3
NOTES; augh so sorry i'm posting everything late these days </3 but yay i missed these two!
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Post by Robbie Wallace on May 10, 2010 16:06:20 GMT -6
( ROBERT HENRY WALLACE )BARE NIGHT CLUB, NOVEMBER 16, 2007, EVENINGi don't care what you think as long as it's about
me, the best of us can find happiness in misery. . . . . . . now that he was actually inside the legendary little hot spot in valkyrie that was bare, he was rather wishing that he had simply tried to find a shak party to honor with his presence instead. because he was now rediscovering why he liked to avoid this type of location in the first place. it was pretentious and cliche and full of annoying rich people. he got quite enough of that at school, thank you very muchly. now that you mention it, he was pretty sure that at least thirty or forty percent of the people had had laid eyes on thus far were some of his schoolmates. and, judging by the way a few of them were currently dancing, he was willing to bet that they had just been snorting some illict substance or other in the bathrooms. and tomorrow morning they would be back to maintaining their perfect little well groomed, a student facade for their parents or at least the greater community.
it was kinda fucked up.
were nina suresh not right in front of him at the bar, robbie would have probably decided to leave after only downing a shot of whiskey or two and then to venture out in search of a decent shak party where he could hit on random girls in bikinis and get his hands on some dope. but at this point nina suresh was outweighing marijuana and skanky girls in bikinis, for whatever fucked up reason.
. . . . . . . status , not finished.
tagged , ninaaaa!
attire , here. plus jeans.
credits , lyrics: fall out boy. formatting: me.
notes , this is extremely late and i am extremely sorry. :[
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