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Post by xXx Megz on Feb 25, 2006 21:32:54 GMT
Hips swayin' slowly, head movin' slowly, heels clickin' slowly, everything about her went with the rhythm that played into her head. Her iPod was nestled into a breast pocket of a pink jacket, playing 50 Cent, Gunz Come Out. She pulled some clothes to the side as she loked back at whoever was carrying her basket. She smiled to herself,pushing hair behind her ears, and getting a few stares. Who cared? She pouted, her tight jeans showing off her legs as they moved in front of each rhythmatically. She caught eyes with someone, someone that had caught her eye. She placed one of her hands on her hip and stopped leaning against a rack of dresses. She continued to pout her glossy lips, and her hand was still placed firmly on her hip. She tilted her head slowly, so her hair fell down to one side. She slowly stuck two fingers up to the woman that was carrying her bed, her eyes still locked upon the person. She opened her lips, as if she was going to talk, but nothing escaped, she just showed her two front teeth, white as snow, and shining in the light. Sheplaced her other hand on her hip and lifted her head.
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[/Svetlana\]
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[/Got in a streetfight with the IRS and i'm alright took one to the chest but i'm fine\]
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Post by [/Svetlana\] on Feb 26, 2006 19:01:34 GMT
Wow,what a place.Gucci,Hermies.It was all here!It was all way out of her price range,but it was all here.Her hands ran through the silk shirts and the furs.She had a rabbit hair coat,but that was made by her mother.It was bright white and very warm though.But Russia was cold.She brushed a stray piece of blonde hair from her face and continued to look.She couldn't buy anything here but,loved to look anyways.Well actualy she could buy some stuff.Only if she wanted to live off borscht for a year.But she would make some money,no doubt.She was a good dancer and could be used.
She turned around to find some girl looking at her.Sveta eyed her carefully and looked behind the girl.She saw the people carrying the girls things.Sveta could think of many different things she would rather do for work.
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