Name: Julia Rosewood<br/><br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Age: 25<br/><br/>Height: 5'2<br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://s621.photobucket.com/user/malum_of_crimson/media/womenmodelsmellisaclarkeblackhair1920x1080wallpaper_wwwwallpaperhicom_85.jpg.html?state=copy">http://s621.photobucket.com/user/malum_of_crimson/media/womenmodelsmellisaclarkeblackhair1920x1080wallpaper_wwwwallpaperhicom_85.jpg.html?state=copy</a><br/><br/>Personality:<br/>*Strong willed<br/>*Perceptive<br/>*Calm and easy going<br/>*Gentle (unless push comes to shove)<br/>*Takes what she wants<br/>*Loyal to her friends<br/><br/>Likes:<br/>*Bad boys<br/>*Candy (Sweet tarts and chocolate)<br/>*Reading<br/>*All food<br/>*Loud music<br/>*Dancing<br/><br/>Dislikes:<br/>*Nosy people<br/>*Stuck up people<br/>*Shit talkers<br/>*Fighting (Verbal or physical)<br/>*Punk kids<br/>*Cheap people<br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"What?! A rain check? What for?"<br/><br/>The other end of the phone was buzzing with a one sided conversation, to be more pointedly, it was the smooth talking boyfriend looking for a crummy escape from a dinner date. The excuse was lame and the 'boy' even more so. Heaving a heavy sigh Julia lowered the speaker of the phone from her ear, resting it on the arm of her apartment couch. Rising to her feet she moved straight ahead and a little to the left, going into the kitchen to grab another soda from the fridge. The only thing that would make it better would be a bowl of popcorn, though seemed there just wouldn't be enough time for that as she went back to her couch too sit. Reaching to the phone, she picked it up to cradle it between her shoulder and ear, there was silence from the other end of the phone as she popped the tab of her can.<br/><br/>"You did it again, didn't you?"<br/><br/>This made her brow raise as she took a sip from the can,<span style="font-style: italic">What was your first clue, you damn jerk!</span>Julia at this point had been done with the conversation when she put the phone down for a soda. After taking a long sip from the can she lowered down to the table at the right end of her couch, clearing her throat as she finally spoke.<br/><br/>"Fine... you want a rain check, here you go. Don't come knocking on my door after ten o'clock tonight. We're done, your  excuses always get in the way of our plans, there has been no us time in months now. So until you can get your life figured out, don't call me again."<br/><br/>The sound of the flip phone closing seemed to echo in the apartment, bouncing off the walls as she picked up her soda and phone, walking into her room at the back of the apartment. Setting the can and phone on the desk at the right of the room, she bee lined it for her closet, opening it up to peer within the small confine. Dress, form fitted, lose, a assortment of them hung there in the front of the closet, though as she pushed them aside there was dress shirt, sexy tops and bottoms, short skirts and hooker boots. It may have been a small space but she had managed to compact her style into the closet, for a good night on the town or at a nice nightclub. Pursing her lips together she looked over her shoulder to the phone, well she couldn't exactly go alone tonight, could she? Her girlfriends would be in a tizzy for days to come.<br/><br/>Retreating from the closet she crossed the room back to the desk were her phone and soda were, picking up the phone she speed dialed the number for Beth. The call back tone on the phone made her eyes roll, country had never been her theme, though through all the rocking and heavy metal nightclubs Julia had taken Beth to, she had been a good sport for it. The very least Julia could do was wait a few more rings and listen to one country song.... even though she hated iit greatly.<br/><br/>"What happened this time Julia?" Beth said as she answered Julia's phone call.<br/><br/>"He did it again, a 'rain check'. I am heading out to the nightclub, you want to come with me?" Julia made sure to make the air quotations at the phone, it was time for her to be single again and stop wasting her time on those who want to skip out on simple dinner dates.<br/><br/>"Sure! Give me a hour to get ready and I will meet you at the nightclub, at the bar."<br/><br/>"Sounds good to me, see you in a hour then, at the bar in the front of the nightclub. Bye."<br/><br/>Not wanting to waste the precious hour she had to get ready, Julia took a shower and then stood in the mirror, sprucing her hair up the best she could. Those raven black locks of hair fell pass her shoulders in a smooth wavy of black, it was going to be the best that her hair would get for now. Wrapping the towel around her form she walked back to her closet, raising her brow as she tried to depict what would be fitting for the nightclub. Reaching down to the bottom of her closet she took those knee high hooker boots and set them aside as she started to pick through the clothes next. Picking a denim skirt from a hanger and a black top, the top hung from loop around her neck, leaving the upper portion of her back bare, fabric draped from her sides and cover the front of her chest, though it was a low cut V neck.  Dropping the towel to the side she slipped that skirt on before dragging on one hooker boot at a time. The three inch hell gave her a little extra height, which she really didn't need considering she was all leg to start with.<br/><br/>Flipping the off switch in her room, she walked to the front door, snatching up her keys and purse, just in case anyone needed her ID or anyone wanted to get a little too mouthy tonight. Walking out into the night Julia walked to the steps of her apartment to the parking lot, unlocking her new 2012 Dodge Charger. Slipping into the driver seat, she started the engine before leaving the parking lot, making her way down the streets and into the parking lot of the nightclub. turning the engine off and stepping out of the car, her gaze swept over the other cars there, seemed Beth wasn't there yet, she was fashionably late yet again, but there was little doubt that she wouldn't show up.<br/><br/>Walking up to the front of the nightclub she was stalled at the door, having to reach into her purse to grab her ID, though the first thing her hand touched was the cold steel of her knife, pushing it aside she grabbed her ID and flashed the male working his post. When he stepped aside to let her in she stopped so her ears could readjust to the sound of loud music, all the while her stormy gray hues were looking to the bar, paying little mind to the patron that seemed to be coming and going at this point. Making her way to the side of the bar, she took a seat there, crossing her right leg over her left one, waiting to get the attention of the bar tender there. Often her eyes went back to the doorway, waiting to see if Beth would come striding through the door at any moment.