#KnockKnock

[sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi MAKING TIME 4 U During a weekend getaway to California, it was like being in Sterling Van Dyke’s old stomping ground. He was originally from Beverly Hills, and was quite comfortable walking the streets of Los Angeles without a ping of usual uplifting anxiety that came with being in a place he wasn’t quite comfortable with. To be honest, he was a chicken shit, he was afraid of nearly everything, except public embarrassment. To someone that didn’t know him that well, he’s come off as whiney sometimes, but otherwise funny. He’d been in LA for a whole day, arriving at LAX around noon on Friday, his father picking him up, like he’d done a few dozen times before. He’d been living in New York City for the past several years, ever since he’d gone out on a wimp and choose to attend school outside of California, against his family’s most popular ideas. He’d been afraid at first to adventure to the other side of the country, but after the first semester passed, he couldn’t picture himself living anywhere else. California had become his second home. He hugged his father and his sister at the curb where they picked him up from, his small bag on his pack with a few sets of clothes and other important belongings like his mini laptop; it was always the same, awkwardly showing affection for each other. They still hadn’t forgiven him for choosing a life so far away and now that he was graduated, they expected him to high tail back to safety, but again he shocked them by keeping his distance. His life was in New York now. His sister ushered a how are you, as she patted her pregnant belly, but remained uninterested in his reply as her dark eyes locked on their father as he grabbed for the small bag to place in the trunk of the oversized SUV. Now that he was alone in the city, he was enjoying himself. He’d taken a cab from his house to downtown Hollywood, the pressure of pretending to be interested in snap shots of an unborn baby in black and white, looked more like random blobs of shapes, but her finger pointed at individual parts of the photo to inform him what each body part was, he smiled, and laughed and even made jokes about it, trying to lighten the moment, his family were jokesters as well, it’s where he’d gotten it, but apparently joking that the baby was going to come out a squid was out of line, who knew? The stress was more of a recent thing when she had gone out and got pregnant, but refused to tell anyone who the father was. In Sterling’s eyes, having a baby join the family was a welcome, holidays would be fun again, but no brother wanted to see their sister fall down that hole, she wasn’t dating anyone, and she otherwise hadn’t mentioned any names for months, so the question was, did she even know who had gotten her pregnant? That was what bothered him, and whether everyone else in the family just wanted to ignore it or not, it was staring him in the face, he couldn’t pretend to be excited to have a child be born into the family, he wasn’t an actor, and he didn’t get paid to lie. His long limps carried him down the busy streets, it was a little after two in the afternoon, and people were crowded on the sidewalks looking into the windows of stores and shops, eying clothing and others, who were obviously tourists were snapping pictures of nearly everything. He let a sideways, half grin pass his lips. No matter which city he was in, tourists were always the same; they looked so out of sorts like they were thrown in from Mars. He walked with a bounce, like he always did, his cellphone played random songs, which other men would consider embarrassing, his red ear plugs pushed into each ear, he mouthed the words to a song, really putting some effort into not breaking out into full swing sing and dance. He passé the Chinese theater where a bunch of celebrities had placed their hands and feet s into, leaving a piece of them forever, and again the feeling of old passed memories flooded his mind as the words to a Cher Lloyd song played, how things changed without even noticing, the last time he’d walked this path he’d been visiting his parents for Christmas, and now, nearly a year later, he had returned and yet nothing had really changed, but at the same time everything had. How had his family become such a mess when as children they always promised to never let drama or otherwise normal dysfunction ever creep into their family? He let his smile fade; a he paused, leaning against a building, faces passed and so did the song he was listening to, well wasn’t he feeling a little moody this afternoon? @maggie @daisa

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[dasia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SHARE A SWEET WITH ME The Words: 730 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: sterling dasia didn't usually spend much time in hollywood unless it was to shop. some of the best places around were here but dasia tended to stay away because of the crowds. granted she loved the attention but one thing she didn't tend to enjoy was being mobbed. it happened a lot in hollywood. people flocked there in an effort to see someone famous and say "yes, my trip was successful. i got a picture with someone whose face you know." and as much as dasia loved to be loved and to see the recognition on people's faces, she tended to have an issue with people crowding her and demanding pictures and autographs and phone numbers. as if. when she came to hollywood it was usually for a specific purpose and today it was to shop. dasia liked a lot of the usual stores but she also liked to hit up the unknowns. those were the places where dasia could find some of the cutest, most unique clothing that would, of course, simultaneously sell out the moment she wore it out in public. did she mind? fuck no. she was a trendsetter. get the hell over it. if she cared what other people thought of her it would have mattered to her whether other people's opinions of her outfits were mostly positive instead of negative but she didn't. dasia had hardly a care in the world if it didn't mean she wasn't having the best-ever time. she was a fun-o-holic. dasia didn't feel like the day was complete if she wasn't living her life to the fullest and she always managed to find a way to do so. there was always one thing within her day that she did just for herself to make sure the day wasn't a total loss. usually it meant hitting a party or something but if that couldn't be managed then dasia would find some other reason that her day was great whether it be the fact that she bought new, killer shoes or that she had her favorite ice cream from her favorite ice cream place. ice cream was actually starting to sound awesome right now. the day was a little on the warm side though dasia's light layering ensured that she wasn't sweating up the place. still a cool treat would indeed be a nice one and dasia couldn't see why denying herself of said treat would be a good thing. if anything denying herself some ice cream was a crime. the youngin' was lucky. she had a fabulous metabolism that was attributed to the winning roll in the genes department. dasia, of course, worked out all the time but it was nice to know that there were times when she could eat something sweet, or something totally guilt-worthy, not work out that day, and wake up with a still fabulous ass. others in her family had to work really hard for that so dasia was obviously grateful for some of the things she'd lucked out on. having a hyperactive child's metabolism paired with a similar child's need for something sweet had her walking down the sidewalk past the chinese theater. there was no better way to get to her favorite ice cream shop than to barrel through tons of tourist sidewalk traffic, unless she wanted to go about ten minutes out of her way and circle back up the street she'd previously walked away from. that seemed silly just to avoid a crowd so she didn't. instead she plunged right into the chaos like she was used to doing. of course saying she could battle through the crowds and actually battling through the crowds was a different story and within a minute or so dasia was frustrated with weaving around people and ducking walking into family photos in front of the hollywood landmark. she finally needed a breather and headed toward the edge of the sidewalk, closer to the buildings, where she came to a stop and just waited for a break in the sea of people. she noticed that she'd stopped next to someone seemingly close to her age with ear buds in his ears. oh well. she'd speak anyways. "the traffic's a little extra heavy today." she said with a grumble, looking out of the corner of her eye to see if the man had caught a word of what she'd said. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi MAKING TIME 4 U The streets and sidewalk were completely crowded with people, which didn't make him feel in the least bit uncomfortable, after having lived in New York for so long, he'd become quite accustom to the large crowds, having mostly walked from location to location in the city, hardly anyone had a car in the heart of the city, they relied on the public transportation such as the trans-its, buses and cabs, and if they weren't lazy, their own legs. So as he leaned against the wall, he watched as people began weaving back and forth within the mass, bumping around like a pin ball, hitting each other, bouncing into the person next to them. He let a small grin spread at the edges of his lips, yeah, he was the type to get frustrated and be in a bad mood for the rest of the day, but the simple joys in life were far too precious to spend every moment wondering about what was to come when something to bring up the spirits presented itself. A blond girl had got hit in the shoulder from a bigger guy and she had lost her balance which then caused her to bang into another beside her. The Traffic is extra heavy today, a voice spoke, and for a slight second he'd been convinced he'd thought it, but after a moments thought realized it had definitely not been a males voice, definitely feminine, he cursed himself for being an idiot sometimes, but then again it was a daily swing back and forth, brilliance and ignorance a battle within. He turned, pulling out one of his ear plugs, but realized they weren't actually playing music, the playlist must have fulfilled their purposes and yanked out the other one, letting them hang from his broad shoulders, a beautiful brunette stood next to him and all the air sucked out of his chest. He tended to be socially awkward when it came to gorgeous women, most the time he'd lucked out having Donovan as his wing man, or was it the other way around? He'd usually ended up scoring when it came to the opposite sex. "Sure is," he said giving his buzz cut a quick scratch his nerves getting the best of him. He let his index point out into the direction the mob of people, "That blond just almost got flattened." he chuckled, but quickly realized it probably wasn't a laughing matter, but couldn't fight back the slow giggles that sprouted up, "almost had bunch of fallen dominoes." he said, his hazel eyes looking back at the girl standing next to him. She had been smart to wait for the mess of people to make their way to where ever they were going instead of fighting the tide like the rest of them. "Hope you weren't in a hurry." he said lightly. Sure goodness, a girl like her would always have a place to be and would always have an action packed schedule. In Hollywood there were so many celebrities, and even the ones that weren't were pretty enough to be one. Sterling had never been good about keeping dibs on the latest gossip, or even knew half of the 'big' names of 2012, but he was more than willing to guess that she was probably one of them, "Sterling." he told her, though she hadn't asked for his name, it seemed they'd be stuck there for a while, as more people slide past them in a endless stream, where in God's name where they all coming from? @maggie @daisa

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[dasia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SHARE A SWEET WITH ME The Words: 854 The Outfit: here The Notes tag: sterling dasia cocked her head in the stranger's direction as he realized she was there and that she was talking to him. this was just dasia for you. she would talk until someone engaged her and then, if they got bored with her and walked away, she would try again with someone else until they clicked, the stars aligned, and she just knew that they were going to have a good time tonight. was she sure about the stranger beside her just yet? nope. she needed to at least carry a conversation with him first. she turned her attention back to the crowd and noticed the blond that he'd picked out, the one who was looking a little shaken up. she couldn't help but to laugh as well. who really cared if other people turned to look at the both of them? as long as the stranger didn't care at all then she would keep it up. after all she was testing him, to see if he was fun or not. if he ranked high on her fun-o-meter then she would hang out with him. it was as simple as that. dasia loved to make life simple. if you fit into certain criteria and certain checks get checked off of her initial list then you were a friend. it was just that simple. it was easy to make it into friend territory too, or at least time-spendable territory. one, you had to have a sense of humor. two, you had to be able to laugh at yourself. three, you had to be a little daring. and four, you had to be able to maintain said fun through til the end of the night. it didn't sound like that difficult of a task but when the hours were dwindling and people started getting tired it was hard to keep the smiles coming. still dasia knew that not everyone was perfect. if they could maintain her definition of fun-ness for a majority of the night then they were a-okay in her book. not everyone got to that point so they were fun to try for a night, maybe a second if she felt like extenuating circumstances inhibited them in the first night. dasia was all about second chances. if you wanted to continue to hang out with her but she didn't think you could live up to what she wanted, she would at least give you another chance before she said that spending tons of time together was a bad idea. and she at least tried to be nice about it. "timberrrr." she said quietly in response to him. dasia was sure collisions like that happened on the streets all the time. these hollywood streets didn't work the same as most others she had seen. most, like new york, had a certain flow about them. the faster walked toward the center, the slower skirted the outside and walked around apartment stoops, but all in all there was one direction, either back or forth, and you didn't deviate. if you saw a friend on your walk by you didn't stop in the middle of the sidewalk and strike of a chat. you quickly darted to a hideaway where you could carry on a conversation but not cause a traffic jam. that was the ideal way for a sidewalk to work. but hollywood was different to say the least. giant groups of tourists stood in front of the iconic theater, trying to get a decent photo whilst backing up into the middle of oncoming foot traffic, thus making people part like the red sea as they walked in front of or behind the photographer. then the photographer would have to take more photos because they always caught someone's balding head in their family portrait or something. the you had the merchants. the little brochure vendors who sold maps of the stars or astrology bullshit. they would stop anyone they could, causing yet another backup of confused, wide-eyed tourists. it was like watching some kind of feeding on the sahara. the lions attacked from the land while the crocs attacked from the water and the tourists stuck in the middle were just wildebeest, waiting to either get trampled or mauled to death. it was chaotic and it was confusing and dasia was more and more happy that she'd stepped off to the side now that she was witnessing the mania she had been trying to walk through. at this point she would have been better off prancing around the yellow lines in the middle of the street. dodging cars sounded safer at this point. "oh i wasn't. just looking to kill some time with a shopping spree but this foot traffic is enough for me to high tail it out of here." she said with a disapproving shake of her head. "they're like animals." a few moments later she heard the stranger speak up and for a minute she wondered if he was making some out of the blue comment about the metal makeup of her earrings. then she realized it was a name. "dasia."[b/] she said with a smile. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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