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Post by trent on Nov 24, 2006 21:49:19 GMT -5
Oh boy, make way world for Trent Athol. Yessiireee. He was back and up again. woot! Running a hand through his shaggy hair he walked down Little Whigning half naked in his oh so sexy bunny boxers with a cardboard sign hanging around his neck that said "Trent for Rent". Heyyy, it wasnt his fault he was so sexy. ;D Now if there were just any buyers... Wait... isnt prostituting... illegal. Eeep. -- who could arrest a sexy body like this? .. noone. Being good looking had so many perks in life. It was like being born lucky-- hell, it WAS being lucky.
Although... Trent was soon regretting his idea. Seeing as it was December and snowing out, and the only thing he had for warmth was his boxers... and the cardboard box. His teeth chattered loudly as he made his way down Little Whinging. There was no turning back now.. he had gone too far... besides--- Wouldnt people want a little christmas cheer? Heck, maybe even better... Trent... in a box! Yes! It was perfect. Who wouldnt wanna open a present to find a stunning half naked guy pop out of the box. |
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Eva Johansson
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Post by Eva Johansson on Nov 24, 2006 22:02:45 GMT -5
Without any clue what she was doing out and about in the cold winter as the snow falling down, Eva continued to walk, and soon, she found her way into Little Whinging. Even when she was wearing a thick coat, Eva could still feel the coldness crept into her bones, she shivered, pushing down her hand farther into her coat pocket, it still couldn't provide the warmth that she needed. Her checked was red and her lips were turning pale.
Eva eyes wandered tirelessly, looking around the muggle town. It was... Clean? She wasn't sure how to put it into words. But one short she knew was she felt unwelcome, even if she was just walking pass by the place. Eva spotted an odd person walking, in his odd stranger was still there, she read the writing on the card board... Trent for Rent. Trent. She should have guessed, who else would be dumb enough to walk around in their underwear with a card box hanging over them, trying to sell themselves.
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Post by trent on Nov 24, 2006 22:29:54 GMT -5
It was hard not to notice a chickie with a huuggee red coat on. He grinned. It was time to make his move... stun the audience with his sexy moves. Oh yeahhh. He made his way up to the girl slickly while running a hand through his hair. When he got close enough he realized... it was Eva. Hmph. Well, beggers cant be choosers right? Right. "Hey Eva baby, looking for me?" he gave her a wink, and flashed one of his pearly white smiles.
Hmmm... Eva never seemed like the type to go out and find a love muffin... guess everyone has their secrets. "Dont worry, I come cheap" he added after her eyes scanned his body. Oh yeahhh.. she wants me... baaad It was quite clear really... the way she just stared at him, trying to see past his boxers... ;D Well... for a price of three whole galleons she'd have her dream come true. woooo. |
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Eva Johansson
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Post by Eva Johansson on Nov 24, 2006 23:06:56 GMT -5
Eva could barf, same old Trent, thinking that the world revolve around him. She glared lazily at his face. Trying not to feel sick to her stomach which will be hard to achieve, plus, it is ferociously unlikely that Eva will not be sick whenever Trent is around, mainly because he was the one who cause her to feel sick in the first place. "In your dreams Trent." She said lazily, hating Trent's guts and ignorance.
On the bright side, killing Trent was no longer her main priority. It was mainly because she was sure their Head of House, Farrah would not be please to have one of her house member been killed by fellow house mate. She gritted her teeth, it's getting colder and there was no three broomsticks for her to walk into to get a warm bottle of butterbeer.
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