1st OFFICIAL ANTI-MEETING!
Nov 10, 2009 23:08:54 GMT -5
Post by cinder on Nov 10, 2009 23:08:54 GMT -5
RULES::
1. 100 words or more, is required in any post
2. 3 people must post before you are allowed to again, unless ah heated discussion starts and I tell you to post
3. Make it seem like its been hard getting into District One, if you're not from the highest District in all of Panem. Maybe your charry is in a foul mood, because they were almost caught or something...
4. Ill add more If needed
Two hours ago...
Dru Charlesburg could not believe her splendid luck. She was wearing a cute designer suite that made her look a year or two older than she truly was--but that was not the point. Dru was oozing with excitement because at that very moment, she was stirring half-and-half into a cup of coffee for the leader of a new, powerful, and nation-wide gang.
They were called the Anti's, and Dru had to think that that was the most adorable name ever for such power-hungry, brutal group of people. Brittany Phillene something-something-something-something Dreamer, was sitting on a lush sofa, fingering the velvet material of said couch, and staring out the third floor window of Dru's new apartment. it was not really, Dru's, but it was in a building that her father managed, and Dru had taken it upon herself to claim the apartment after a fancy, rich Trainer by the name of Lucy Louis moved in with her new boyfriend, or something like that. For all Drusilla truly knew, the woman had gone bonkers and hung herself in the very kitchen that Dru stood in at this present moment.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee stirred Dru, who suddenly found herself going into Cookie-Cutter House-Party Hostess with the Mostess mode. Looking timeless and nearly as imperial as the Anti-Leader, Dru sauntered into the living room, a smile plastered to her perfect, youthful face, coffee mug gripped in a pale, sweaty palm. She let her gaze wander over the view from the large floor-to-ceiling windows for a moment. Satisfaction washed over Dru--it had been the perfect choice, this place.
When Brie had announced that the 1st Annual Anti-Meeting would be held in her very own District, Dru had sensed a major suck-up opportunity, and immediately pulled a few of her Fathers strings. Daddy, I need privacy. Daddy, the apartment would be a great place for me to stay while you and the maid 'hang out, together,' and to a red-faced, cheat-guilty Mr. Charlesburg, 'Daddy, Ill tell mother all about the affair if you don't let me stay in the freaking apartment.' So with her fathers generous donation and unknowing blessing, Dru seized hold of the apartment and called up her new leader immediately.
Yes, the apartment was a great location, yes it was private, and no it was not in any gang-territory, so a large group of young people gathering would not provoke any neighbors to call the Peacekeepers. Dru had it all planned out, and Brie had been impressed with the little girl for being so efficient, so suddenly everything worked out and BAM! Here Dru was, setting the perfect cup of coffee in front of a truly inspirational woman.
Now.
Brie Dreamer stared absently at the now cold and empty mug that had once held a nice cup of coffee with a little bit of half-and-half, and ginger thrown in for fun. She smirked to think of how many times Dru Charlesburg, a young member of her newly formed gang, had experimented with coffee in order to make it so amazing. Obviously, many hours had been put into perfecting the art. Whatever, isn't sucking-up the greatest form of flattery? It was for Brie.
She turned her impatient-laced green eyes to the door once more. So far, the only people sitting in the posh apartment living room, was herself, Dru, and two Capitolites by the names of Maria and Oliver. Brittany nervously ran through the list of people who had RSVPed for the land-mark event. There were twenty-one Anti-members, around ten had decided to make there way to the finest District in Panem, to listen to Brie ramble on about how immature and horrid the Uprisers were. It had been a very nice day when Britt made the calls to all her gangs members, and heard them thinking on the other end of the phone-line. How the heck am I supposed to get into District One??? The question had stumped nearly half of her gang. Some made up excuses like, 'I have a doctors appointment that day,' whereas some simply laughed maniacally and swore for awhile before telling her she was batty and there was no way possible to get into, or out of a District.
Those who had decided to come here, were Brie's new favorite friends. So she sat patiently waiting for all of her tardy members to arrive. Seven minutes after four--anybody who arrives after 4:10 PM will be loosing a few brownie-points... She frowned, then once more focused on whatever Dry Charlesburg was saying that had entertained Maria and Oliver long enough for Brie to get a little peace and quiet for once. [/blockquote][/size][/color][/size]
