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OOC: NEW GAME!
Another disclaimer post - we're restarting the game, so anyone reading this should know that whatever comes BEFORE this happened in the original game, and anything that comes AFTER this is in the new game starting now. -
That reminds me...
Roxy posted somethin' online just now, reminded me about somethin' I need to get on the ball with for Operation:Superbike ( Read more... ) -
*throws up the devil-horns*
Hey! How's about, instead a' listening to some pre-recorded CDs or whatever on Ralphie's stereo, would you guys be interested in some live tunes? I can seriously throw down on an electric guitar, and what better kind of soundtrack could you ask for on Halloween than some death metal ( Read more... ) -
Self Distruct
It was about three in the morning. There was absolutely no reason to be awake at such an hour, but that did not keep one girl from staggering down the hallway ( Read more... ) -
Operation: Superbike!
Hey yo! Betcha wasn't expectin' ta see me 'round, huh ( Read more... ) -
Long time, no see...
It had been a rough summer so far for one blonde-haired angel, fallen from grace. A year ago she had enough money from street racing to have paid for a year's tuition up front, and more than enough to keep her bike gassed up, tuned up, and tricked out any way that she could want. Now she danced a pole part-time to pay the bills. Her bike, the one ( Read more... ) -
Journal Entry (students only)
Okay. So scratch that last post, with the poll and all that shit.
Looks like I won't be able to...work for a while. Guess I hafta either win or go home, as they say. Just more literal, you know. Win some money, or go home cause you cain't pay the bills.
Wish me luck, wouldja? -
Chapter 3 - (Untitled Journal Post)
What the fuck you think you’re doin, sneakin’ round some back alley of the club like you’re gonna jump my ass, huh? You wanna throw hands, you just let me know bitch! I’ll take your ass on right here right now! -
Chapter 2 - First encounter: Jessie vs. Rei
Jessie looked down at her purse and sighed. “Twenty-eight bucks,” she almost whined. “Four hours of horny old men three times my age, drooling at me and tryin’ to grab at my ass every time I turn around, and this is all the thanks I get ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Jessie stood, admiring herself in the mirror. It wasn't really her style to primp and pose for her reflection, but even she had to admit that she was impressed ( Read more... )