<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)</strong><br/><strong>Car:</strong>1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Blake and Demi's Bedroom.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Demi, Jason, Open.<br/><hr/><br/>Blake closed the bedroom door behind her and gave a sigh of relief; it was always good to be alone after a busy shift. While she did enjoy most of the company in the house, she was always one to enjoy her solitude whenever she could get it. Blake didn't bother changing from her work clothes; she'd wash them later or tomorrow, since she wasn't working at all the next day. Lowering the pumps into her hands onto the ground in front of her wardrobe along with her bag, she shuffled over towards the bed and flopped onto it, back first. Stretching her arms above her head, the woman let a yawn escape her lips before she pulled the pillow down under her head, curled up onto her side and finally closed her eyes. She was comfortable, but even as her eyes felt heavy and impossible to open, Blake didn't fall to the sleep that beckoned her.<br/><br/>When the door clicked open, Blake shifted, her knee's curling closer to her stomach and her eyes opened ever so slightly though it was probably impossible for Demi to see with her back to the girl who'd just entered. She heard the bikini fall to the floor, but again, she didn't turn or speak to the woman. Her deep eyes stared at the wall ahead, hands curled up to her face, half under her pillow as she waited for Demi to leave. When the other whispered to her, Blake blinked and shifted, lifting her head to glance over her shoulder slightly at her roommate. Blake was definitely contemplating taking the girl up on her offer of a run as she left the room and it took her a moment before deciding. Blake sat up, her legs crossed as she gave another stretch, arching her back deeply to reap more satisfaction from the movement.<em>Why not?</em>Sliding from the bed, Blake's hands moved to the bottom of her T-shirt and she rolled the tight material over her tanned flesh before discarding it onto the bed along with her shorts. Her hands then went for her bra, unclipping the item before dropping it once more onto her work clothes. She kept an arm over her breasts as if to hide them from anyone who might be watching her and made her way over towards her drawers, pulling out a simple red sports bra with a black tick at the centre (http://media.getthelabel.com/pws/images/catalogue/products/419414635/large/419414635_red.jpg) of the material. She pulled it over herself and then adjusted it for comfort, her hands lowering to search for something else. She pulled out a pair of plain, three quarter length, black leggings which she pulled up her legs quickly. The leggings showed off her tight figure and her calves and thighs were a littler thicker than the average woman, containing a little more muscle; her bum was also nothing to complain about. Lastly, Blake shoved on a baggy vest top made of a see through black material; it showed her sports bra through the material and the open sides, as well as her toned stomach and her many tattoo's and belly button piercing. The brunette slipped on some white trainer socks and a pair of red and black Sketchers. (http://linx4.com/m/53500rdbk-gallery.jpg) Turning to the dresser, Blake rushed to brush her hair before pulled it up out of her face, secruing it with hair ties into a high ponytail; the ends still managed to brush her shoulder blades. She quickly threw on her sunglasses (http://www.wholesalescout.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/wholesale-sunglasses.png) and checked herself out in the mirror very briefly.<br/><br/>Blake made some final adjustments to her outfit before heading out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her. A good run was definitely what she needed. Stepping into the kitchen, Blake grabbed her black water bottle from one of the cupboards and began to fill it from the water filter they kept in the fridge. Her dark eyes moved to glance out into the backyard where everyone was still partying it up and she thought about asking Jason if he wanted to join her on a run. Just as the thought of him entered her mind she felt something wet and cold on her hand and instantly pulled away from the bottle, hissing with a deep frown. She'd filled it too much and water had began spilling out.<strong>"Fucks sake. Fucking bitch...Fuck."</strong>The brunette grumbled to herself as she grabbed a cloth and cleaned up the mess, taking a mouthful from the bottle so as not to waste the water. Securing the lid back in place and returning the filter to it's place in the fridge, Blake took another glance out of the window at the group before turning towards the front door. Once she'd reached the centre of the living room she turned once again and made her way to the back door, her sunglasses protecting her from the sudden bright light that would have blinded her.<strong>"I'm going on a run with Demi. If anyone wants to come....well, just hurry your ass up."</strong>She gave Jason a quick glass, obviously directing it towards him even though she hadn't mentioned his name, and then span to leave, her hair flaring out wildly as she did so.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to get outside again and her eyes spotted Demi from where she was in front of the door. She stopped on a slight angle, watching her 'play' with Marcellus so casually; she was a little envious. Clearing her throat, Blake took a few steps away from the door and towards them both, her footsteps more than enough to let them both know someone was on their way over.