Anyone wanna soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone wanna soap?
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Name: Dixie Garner
Gender: female
Age: 22
Race: American
Appearance://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/37/9e/1f/379e1fa8e642829b900ca97a0a5cc8ee.jpg
Personality: She is a very outgoing intelligent young woman. She goes to ever party and is very popular on campus due to her looks. She is very good looking and has every man chasing after hair. She has a very sweet and kind attitude. She will help you out in your darkest times and that is just what she does to a young man she meets on her internship.
Bio- she comes from a very rich family. She earned her internship due to her intelligence and scoring a 36 on her ACT. She has always loved animals and painting. -
I'll start us off.
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Okay
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The soft delicate touch of the splattering rain against the wide-set windows of the gas station within the grimed covered streets of the town. With fingertips thudding over against cold container top, his other hand touching metal register as no customers came through during this time of night. The moon was overhead, shining brightly upon the criminals, the average people of the streets. With a scoff, Eric led his dull eyes to scan through the aisles of foods, drinks, and common dollar-store objects for young children. This eerie silence within the gas station caused his stomach to turn as he could be spending the night home, painting on the somewhat blank canvas. He had begun to paint of a young woman with many scars gracing her body and the imagery of her curled hair, head turned to the side looking into the blankness of the world.
Eric smirked at the thoughts of his painting, as the only reason for painting was due to his course of study as it was a required for graduation as well as admiration to becoming an artist. The idea of the project is to draw a being with or feeling pain. As with every project, there was more to it than just expressing pain in some type of way. The pain must be visualized with the painter's unique taste as without using the methods of words but, to have the viewer be able to visualize the pain. As much as the woman being scared physically, scars tended to have more meaning than words as so he believed.
Shifting upon his feet, he played with his name tag that had his name printed on it with the white colored font as the metal tag itself was of black. His gas-station uniform was boring, tan colored pants, an average collared white shirt with black sneakers. The thoughts of his masterpiece in the development and the idea of making the woman quite fierce-looking with a sense of desperation and sadness within her eyes, he couldn't escape due to him in need of money as being a college student. With a sigh, Eric turned to look at his box of cigarettes feeling tempted to call over his co-worker from the back room to sneak by a quick smoke. Despite not being under any sort of stress, the relief smoking gave him was quite the addiction though he wasn't bothered by it. His family didn't care so why should he? After all his life was nothing but, a blank canvas. -
The night was dark and water splashed onto the car's windshield as Dixie drove down the road. She was almost out of gas in the bad parts of town. She was heading home from a party and went the back roads. She shouldn't have gone this way, she never did.
She saw a little gas station in view as her windshield wipers wiped away the rain. She pulled over and got out of her Porsche. She opened the gas tank and began to fuel her car when she saw a boy manning the gas station. He looked familiar but shook it off. She finished fueling the car and closed the tank. She payed for her gas on the machine.
As she finished laying she was pretty hungry and decided to go and get some food from the inside of the gas station. She went inside and looked down the isles of food and went to the coolers for drinks. -
As the door opened revealing a woman who seemed dressed from quite the occasion entered the rather lonesome gas station he realized it was the intern from his university, he rolled his eyes at the woman. From the news he heard around campus was said for her being quite the beautiful one, as well as popular. Though within Eric's blank world he knew it was nothing but, an average woman who'll just spend time living the life of finally becoming a young adult as he'll be searching for his dreams. His stare followed the woman as he decided to cough into his hands, wanting to keep his job knowing well, his boss has cameras all over the gas station Eric decided to step away from the counter. His left hand went through his mop of brown locks as his other hand went into his tanned pant's pocket. It fiddled with the body of the lighter not wanting to ignite his own pants he took out the lighter, twirling it between his fingers. As Eric calmly approached the woman between the aisles he loudly cleared his throat. "Hello, may I help you with any of your needs miss?" Eric's voice droned almost monotonously, being polite wasn't his specialty as he tended to keep his free time to himself as well as to his loving canvas.
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Dixie looked at the drinks then heard the young man ask a question. " No thank you sir, I'm just looking." She replied. She had on a red dress that looked at though it was a second skin. She was wearing platform heels. She looked at the drinks and decided to settle on a blue Gatorade. She got it out of the cooler. She carried it and started looking at the food. She was very skinny and she worked out a lot. She looked at the food and chose a cereal bar. She took her things up to the counter and set them there.
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With a low huff escaping between his lips Eric settled for remaining calm as he followed her with his eyes, making sure she doesn't do anything rash as he seen many women try to steal despite their charming looks in which Eric won't deny have seen many times before but their personalities is what struck his sickened heart. As he approached the counter with a slight hunch, Eric went behind the counter messing with his collar as he looked down at the woman. He looked over her attire, as he noted she must have come from somewhere surrounded by people, possibly a party. Eric placed a forced smile upon his face as he tried being polite once more. "Is there anything else you want, a packet of cigarettes or possibly cigars? Maybe an alcoholic beverage or a lottery ticket?" He asked the usual questions he'll ask any other customers as he kept his eyes on her. Whilst scanning the items, he reached under the container to the small shelves picking up a pen. Eric won't lie about he's aging and hasn't been a girl since his junior year of high school. He found himself clearing his throat, suddenly quite nervous within her presence. He tried calming his nerves as he attempted on remembering the brunette's name.With a click of the pen, the name suddenly popped into mind when remembering his only friend, Jason once noting her name once as Jason had remembered complimenting her looks more than once. Eric smiled as he nodded, sure he'll give her his number in exchange for a striking conversation. "Hey, is that you? The Dixie Garner?" He asked his voice full of false charm, all in which he faked when he felt like Eric was overdoing a personality he didn't have.
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Dixie felt kinda nervous around who was this? She knew him from somewhere. Oh my gosh that is Eric. Jason's friend. She smiled and then he asked if it was herself. " Yeah I'm Dixie" she said in a sweet southern voice. " You are Eric Smith aren't you?" She asked handing him her credit card for her food and drink.
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"Indeed I am. It's quite nice to finally meet you. Jason talks about you quite a lot. He speaks of your beauty always, I've never thought such beauty existed in someone before." Eric smiled, glad he was remembered by someone. He looked her in the eye as he took her credit card, following the procedures of getting one's items or item purchased. "Well, if I'm being honest here," Eric continued as he took the pen from off the shelf having it within the line of vision so she might suggest having his phone number. "I'm glad I get to see someone as beautiful as you." He sighed contently, his heart thumping within his chest. "I guess the rumors are true." He mumbled, loud enough her for to hear. The feeling within Eric's chest was warm, he felt his heart skip beats within a matter of seconds. As the feeling was quite sickening, it was also pleasant. The world seemed illuminant, full of life as the moonlight shone within the gas station's windows, the old lights found it's ways to her delicate features. Even if he said his words out of getting the best of her just to have at least someone by his side as his partner, he never would believe his words would be true. She was quite beautiful for her age but, Eric didn't dare judge a book by their cover as Dixie could be just a mean and cold-hearted as he. Eric began chewing at the inside of his cheek, his nerves beginning to get the best of him as he bagged the items within a black plastic bag provided to him.
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Dixie blushed immediately. " Thank you Eric. I never thought someone could be as handsome as you either" she said smiling. She mumbled to herself " Dang he really is good looking." She said. She watched him fix her food and drink. " I am glad I finally met you. I have seen you in campus and wanted to meet up but never got the chance to get around to you." She said her voice southern and silky . She watched him closely.
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"Thank you, Dixie. Your compliments will be cherished." Eric smirked as he picked up the pen, shuffling through the black bag a bit. He thought over her words, her words were kind but, the thought of him having to be with another person besides the athletic, popular Jason was quite the strange thought. He hummed in agreement as he began scribbling on the Gatorade. Eric handed over the bag with a smile gracing his lips. "Well, all you have to do is contact that number I wrote on your Gatorade and maybe we could hang out sometime.." He paused, clicking the pen as he bit his bottom lip, nervously. "W-Well, that is if you want." Eric stammered a bit, leaning his arms against the counter, eyes upon the black bag as he couldn't stare at her any longer. Her expression was quite cute as Eric played with the pen, clicking it a few times as his gaze was appointed downward.
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Dixie grinned and looked at Eric. " I will definitely get in touch with you." She smiled then got a napkin and wrote her number on it. " Here is my number too if you want it handsome" she said and slid the napkin to him. She picked up her groceries and walked to her Porsche.
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Eric glanced over the napkin his finger tips grazing gently over the written content as a sudden rush of determination splashed over him. "It would be nice to paint her.." He smirked, his words low as he took up the napkin folding the napkin carefully. "After all, I only paint masterpieces." Eric mumbled as he looked down at his cheap watch that rested against his pale skin with a grumble. It was still raining but, not heavily as Eric's shift was up almost. He was glad he was working his shift when Dixie had come around or his world will still be the blank canvas. Eric smiled to himself as he saw his co-worker, an elder man named Paul. "Hey, Paul." Eric said as he walked away from the counter. Paul only did a simple wave as Eric headed to the back room to get changed in. As he changed from his work clothes to his casual, he began saving Dixie's number within his contacts. "Belladonna sounds quite fitting for her." Eric could do nothing more but, begin to think life was bright. He grasped upon his bag with a huff, "I'm getting over myself, all I ever heard from her were rumors about her. What's the difference between knowing her and hearing about her?" Eric mumbled beginning to sort out the pros and cons within his head as he began walking home. Umbrella overhead, the walk was going to be short-lived as he lived a block away. Nothing to exciting as the scenery was only silent with the street lights blaring upon him. He blared music his music into his ears, humming along as he enjoyed the quiet time that seemed to be blissful.
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Dixie got in the car and crunk it. She reved it and drove off. As she was driving she got out her phone and put in his number. She saved it and put on some music. She listened to country and trap rap but she couldn't decide. She just put on "The Heat" radio station, which was trap rap. She had her car bouncing to the bass and drive through the little rural town. She turned the music down as she pulled in at the apartments close to the campus. It took her about 30 minutes to get home. She parked and turned off her car getting the things she just bought. She got out locking the door and started walking to the complex. She thought "Maybe I'll see Eric tomorrow." She continued to walk to the front desk to hand her things to her personal assistant at the apartments. These were no ordinary apartments they were reserved for people who had money. These were very expensive. She walked to the elevator as her assistant carried her things. She clicked on level 7 and the elevator went up playing elevator music of course.
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