all the right moves; kyla

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/wtaedk.jpg] let's paint the picture of the perfect place; they { got it better than what anyone's told you } they'll be the king of hearts Ginnifer was uncomfortable to say the least. She was standing in one of the living rooms, or 'parlors' of the mayor's mansion, and she was overwhelmed by the grandeur of everything. Chandeliers sparkling with jewels hung from the ceiling, candles and flowers were decoratively placed around the rooms, waiters in uniforms, carrying silver platters of food and champagne, circulated the room, soft music played in the background, and everywhere were the rich of Port Arcana, all dressed in their best. The men were in suits, with stiff collars and pressed ties that matched their handkerchiefs. The women were all in dresses of a variety of colours, and expensive jewelry sparkled in the light as they milled around, chatting frivolously, without a care in the world. What a young journalist with few connections and even less money was doing at such an event was a mystery for many, and she was attracting stares. Ginni would have been quite happy to sink into the floors to avoid being stared at, but that wasn't an option. She was starting to wish she had worn flats instead of heels. Maybe if she hadn't added a good two or three inches to her already substantial height she wouldn't be so interesting to stare at, and yet, deep in her heart Ginni knew that her height wasn't what was drawing looks. It was the fact that she was not a member of the elite. She didn't have money, hell she was wearing the most expensive dress she owned, and it had been on sale at the outlet mall. Ginni should have been used to events like these, fundraisers for charities held by the mayor or city council, after all she was a journalist for the "Arts and Life" section of the local paper. It was her job to write up on art events and fundraisers, but this was foreign to her. As a young, rookie journalist she was usually given smaller fundraisers to write up on; school events, concerts in the park, that sort of thing, the mayor's annual gala was usually handled by the older, more experienced journalists and it was a great honour to be asked to cover it. There had been mutterings from other journalists when it had been announced that Ginni would be handling it, but she ignored them. Mutterings and furtive glances had become a part of everyday life since she had come out of the closet seven years ago, so she was used to ignoring such things. The young girl was offered a glass of champagne from a waiter, but she turned it down with a polite smile. Ginni never drank, alcohol took away control and she couldn't stand that. Once a month she lost control completely and become a monster, she wasn't ever going to surrender her control willingly, so alcohol was a no, as were relationships, and sex. Those were about surrendering a bit of control to the other person, and she couldn't stand the thought of doing that. She had to be in total control of herself, because not being in control couldn't ever end well. Being out of control... It was unthinkable. Ginnifer spoke to some people as de circulated the room, taking down notes and smiling and laughing. She had spoken to the mayor earlier and now she just had to get some quotes from those who were donating their money, how they felt about the cause and such. It wasn't anything Ginni hadn't done before, but this time she wasn't dealing with parents of students or music enthusiasts at outdoor concerts. Now she was talking with the richest and most influential people in the area, and it was intimidating. She finished interviewing an elderly woman wearing layers of silk and a long string of pearls and smiled, politely excusing herself before she walked off. She slid her pen and notebook back into her purse and absently ran a hand through her short black hair, looking around with long lashed eyes.

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{ and you're the queen of spades }

——— T A G S : Kyla
——— N O T E S : Sexy
——— L Y R I C S : All The Right Moves - One Republic
——— C L O T H E S : Click
——— C R E D I T S : Clare

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[KYLA ROSALEEN NIGER-LUPUS]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/1grtj8.jpg] BABY TELL ME WHAT'S YOUR STORY? I AIN'T SHY DON'T YOU WORRY flirting with my eyes wanna leave with you Kyla, woke, up. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. Today was the day of the stupid annual gala. It was eleven o'clock in the morning, and the mayor's daughter hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. She would hear the background music wafting through the air ducts, its tinny sound whining into her ears. She groaned. "Shit, fuck, damn, hell." Kyla scolded herself for not getting up at seven like she had planned. She leaped out of bed, wearing nothing but a matching set of white lace underwear. Giving her hair a quick sniff and approving it, she stripped down completely, pulling underwear and a bra out of her drawer. With a frustrated sigh, she flung open her walk-in closet door, walking lightly around before settling on something. Her royal blue satin dress would do nicely, she thought as she pulled it off the rack. She hadn't worn it yet, and she carefully snipped the price tag off. It was a wonder that the small piece of paper was able to fit the price on it, the dress was that expensive. "Shoes..." She murmured to herself, rummaging through her shoe closet. She found her favourite black high-heeled sandals, and walked out of the closet. Kyla frowned at her naked toenails before bustling around again to find her box of nail polish. She applied three coats of bright red to all twenty of her nails, quickly drying them. She pulled on her dress, but not before applying anti-perspirant and several drops of her favourite lilca-vanilla perfume. She ran into the bathroom to figure out what to do with her hair. Eyeing her long, silky black -dark brown, really, but it was easier to call it black- tresses, Kyla sighed. After a moment, her fingers sprung into action. She decided to put her long hair into one, long pait that hung down her back. Applying her usual makeup, Kyla stepped into her shoes and left her bedroom. She clacked down the stairs and immediately was swept up into the festivities. As a waiter passed by, she tapped him on the shoulder. He offered her a glass of champagne. She giggled, in flirt mode. "Don't you have anything stronger than that?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. He cleared his throat, turning bright red, and shook his head, his eyes turning towards the floor. "Sorry miss." He apologized, and she could tell he was sincere. He was sorry he wasn't going to get laid tonight... Kyla shrugged and flounced off. "Hi Mummy," She said, walking up to her mother and kissing her on the cheek. The mayor smiled. "Hello, sweet pea." She replied. Kyla beamed, and left again, a glass of champagne in her hand. She needed it. Kyla walked up to a particularly attractive guy in a tuxedo, smiling. "Hi, I'm Kyla, Mayor Niger's daughter." She introduced herself, shaking one of his hands. His big, strong hands. For a moment Kyla wondered what sort of things those hands could do. "Will. Will Erickson." He said with a weak smile. Kyla knew what she was doing to him. She leaned in close, her minty breath dancing across his neck. "I'm bored. Wanna play a game?" She asked seductively, making sure that he knew she didn't mean Monopoly when she was talking about games. He nodded, and took her hand, following her out of the crowd. She pulled him into one of the hallways, pushing him up against the wall. She loosened his tie for him, and pressed her body to his before kissing him fiercely. So, maybe she was a lesbian. But it was hard to find a gay girl who was single and happy to make out with her right there. Guys were easy, they thought with their dicks, and Kyla was hot. A + B = C. Kyla rolled her eyes as his large hands explored her body, feeling up her short dress. She loved the feeling of being touched. Kyla felt a deep feeling of satisfaction as a deep, loud moan of pleasure escaped her partner as she slid her hands under his shirt. And then, her sexually satisfied suitor made this fucked up noise. This grunt, snort, thing. Kyla broke away from him, disgusted. "Uh, good bye." She said, her voice dripping with disdain. Kyla walked away, straightening herself out and fixing her hair. She quickly disappeared into the crowd, plucking a flûte of champagne off a gleaming silver tray held out by one of the catering staff. Just then, somebody knocked her glass out of her hand, and the contents spilled all over a woman next to her. "Shit!" Kyla exclaimed, touching her fingers gingerly to the other woman's dress, wiping off some of the champagne. "Shit, shit, shit." She swore under her breath. "Uh," she began, looking the other woman up and down. "We look about the same size. Come upstairs with me, you can wear something of mine." She said firmly, not offering, telling this woman that Kyla was going to provide something for her to wear.

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( TONIGHT, DO YOU COME HERE MUCH? I GOTTA SEE YOUR FACE SOME )

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TAGGED: Ginni
NOTES: Aueyhalyuwgvbweytqpsdhgawned. Nope.
OUTFIT: SLUT... OKFINE, WELL DRESSED SLUT.
LYRICS: If We Ever Meet Again -- Timbaland featuring Katy Perry
CREDITS: Moi.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/wtaedk.jpg] let's paint the picture of the perfect place; they { got it better than what anyone's told you } they'll be the king of hearts The last thing Ginni was expecting was champagne spilled all over her. She jumped a little and automatically brushed at her dress to get it off, as did the other woman. "It's fine, don't worry," She assured, wiping most of the champagne off. She looked up with a tiny smile, trying not to be distracted by how pretty the other girl was. Long dark hair in a long plait down her back, bright blue eyes, and a blue dress that left little to the imagination. However it wasn't so much the girl's dark tresses or bright eyes that enchanted Ginni, it was the energy that came from him. This girl was a shifter, a gorgeous, dangerous, and probably straight, shapeshifter. "Really, it's fine..." She said quietly. "It was on sale." She realized after she said that how silly she must sound. Silly little werewolf girl from the outskirts of town; buying dresses on sale to attend formal events that, if she weren't a reporter, she would never get invited too. It was obvious enough that she didn't belong at this event without her pointing it out to this girl, who looked very familiar to Ginni, though she couldn't remember where she had seen her before. Then what the shifter said sunk in, she had clothes here? Then she must be Mayor Niger's daughter. Oh what was her name? Kaira, Kaylee, Kayla... "You're Kyla. Mayor Niger's daughter." Ginni didn't mean to say it, it was probably rude, but it slipped out before she could stop herself. "I'm sorry," She whispered, mortified, "That was probably really rude.... I...." Her face was turning red now. She had been doing so well, but the appearance of one very pretty face was throwing her off and making her a babbling idiot. "I... I should go..." She whispered, slowly backing away. "I'm sorry... I just..." Ginni didn't know what to say, but she had to get away from Kyla before she made a bigger fool of herself.  "It was a pleasure meeting you," She whispered before hurrying away, face scarlet. She wove through the people, not stopping until she got a few rooms over. Once in the room she grabbed a few napkins from a passing waiter and dabbed at the champagne on her dress, trying to get as much of it out as possible. "Here, let me help you with that," Ginni looked up to see a tall man around her age standing in front of her. He had blonde hair that was slightly longer than normal and intense green eyes that set off his black suit perfectly. He was handsome, Ginni could see that, but she didn't find him attractive in the least.  "It's fine, really," She said quietly, dabbing at the spot with the napkin more. He reached out with strong hands, dabbing at the spot gently with a fresh napkin despite her waving him off with a good natured smile. "I'm Gavin,"

[/b] He said quietly, still dabbing at the spot, "Gavin Faire." Ginni knew who he was too. The Faire family was one of the oldest families in Port Arcana, and they also ran one of the largest law firms in the area. They were old money, and it was well known that they were used to getting what they wanted.

I'm Ginnifer Proprie, of The Messenger," She said as he set the napkin aside and she held out her hand to shake. He took her hand, but instead of shaking it he kissed it gently. Ginni raised an eyebrow at this, but didn't blush. Maybe another girl would have, but muscled, blonde guys with green eyes did nothing for her. Tall girls with dark hair and blue eyes were a different matter entirely.

"Well Ginnifer, you'll probably want to get out of that dress to wash the champagne out. It may not come out later," He was smirking at her, and a moment later Ginni understood what he meant. He was hitting on her, in a very forward way. He was trying to get into her pants.

"Oh, it's fine. I'll just throw it out if it's ruined, it wasn't expensive," She said quietly, trying to ignore his obvious suggestion that they hook up.

"I could help you if you want," He said, grinning at her, his green eyes lit up in a way she assumed most girls found irresistible. 

"It's fine, really..." She said, looking around for an escape from this man who seemed determined that he would get laid.

"You sure gorgeous?" He asked, reaching out to trail a finger down her bare arm.

"Positive," She assured him, desperate to get away.

"Come on Ginnifer, I'm sure we'd get along great, have a lot of fun." He wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore, and he was now looking at her with an obvious hunger in his green eyes. He reached out to grab her wrist, not tightly, but enough to cause a flash of fear to hit her. What would he do to get what wanted?[/blockquote][/color]

{ and you're the queen of spades }

——— T A G S : Kyla
——— N O T E S : Sexy
——— L Y R I C S : All The Right Moves - One Republic
——— C L O T H E S : Click
——— C R E D I T S : Clare

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