Love Thy Brother [Ambrose & Marguerite]
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				Title: <strong>Love Thy Brother [Ambrose &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 02:14:30</strong>
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				Rory's eyes wandered about her bedroom before her moss green eyes took in her reflection in the mirror. Turning this way and that way, she smiled at herself She dressed and looked as if every day was a rock show and she dressed for it. Today, she was dressed in a pair of black skinny-Leg jeans with skull and bones on the back pockets with a black belt with a star cutout pattern studded with silver stars to accessorize the jeans. Usually, she wore heels but since she had a help out her brother tonight, she exchanged the heels for red patent leather flats. The flats would be easy to run in and out of bars though she had another pair of shoes in her bag in case the need for steel-toed combat boots were more appropriate for this 'special occasion'. Rest of clothing consisted of a red and black checkered fishnet top over a black tank top, bangles of bracelets on her arms, including the arm band around her left arm and the silver rings she had either bought or stolen off her jobs.<br><br>If the clothing did not show off the fact she was not one to mess with then the tattoos, the hair and her body finished it. All in all, she had about seven tattoos on her, some on her back, some her arms, stomach and legs but the distinguishing tattoo she had was on her face. She had a cluster of stars on the left side of her face which started at the top of her apple cheek where it spread out against the side of her face and stopped two inches about her left eyebrow. Right now, she had about ten stars representing a piece of her life she cherished. Rory had no clue whether he brother would take the fact she had inked herself in the past year of college but it was her life. Besides, he might not even notice the tattoos since he was too busy getting over his ex-girlfriend.<br><br>From her Black Irish father or what she could remember as a child before he gave the end of a pistol a nice blow job was her hair and spirit. Her hair was black as the night and black as her jeans but was wavy and easily could curl if she needed to or slick and pulled up if her work place needed a bit of classiness when she went in to work the night shifts. The spirit she aquired from her Irish father helped to keep her pushing through college and above the line with the wit and the tenacity she had. While her hair was black and wavy and her brains toned and firm for any plight, the rest of her exuded sensuality and seduction. <br><br>Aurora guessed she had to thank her still living Spanish mother for the body she had now. It was curvy like an hourglass figure, resembling the actresses that were revered for the full hips, luscious breasts and an ass that was so good a person wanted to bite it like an apple. However, she rarely ever used her body to get what she wanted in her work and in college. She knew desperate times called for desperate measures but she was not that desperate to sleep her way into the graces of any college Professor, no matter how much each hinted for her to do it. Besides, her brother would have had her back and made sure no way touched his little sister the wrong way. That was her big brother for and since he watched out for her, she was doing the same for him tonight.<br><br>From the grapevine she heard a lot of things about her brother. Heard about the nasty break up with a girl she had seen around at her school. She could not believe her brother got involved with the skank who would fuck anyone so as long as the guy paid for her gas and anything else she might have wanted. Shaking her head in disgust, she grabbed the necessary items and locked up her apartment, hoping he would get out of his funk once she surprised him tonight. She would give him a head's up to change his clothes but if he did not then she would force him out of his place to a slew of bars to drink and sing his sorrows away. At least he would not be able to think about his ex if he was more concerned with not retching over his shoes or pissing on himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Thy Brother [Ambrose &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambrose</strong> on <strong>06-12-2008, 06:10:48</strong>
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				Collin let out another sigh, his dark hazel eyes exploring the hell hole, which he called a room. T shirts with sigmas of rock bands were scattered on his bed, envelopes underneath the door, most of them he would guess would be letters of forgiveness from his former girl friend, still seated on his bed. Pathetic, he thought to himself, it was a Friday yet here he was sulking over some girl whom had slept with his best friend and whom else was yet to be known.<br><br>He had a plain white shirt, the one which he had received as a gift on his birthday. His black jockeys had wrinkles all over them, since he had not managed to get out of bed for a few days, other then to eat what few scraps he could force inside. A rotten smell of worn out clothes was the smell Collin had gotten used to.<br><br>As much as he wanted to get rid of the image of her, he could not, he had been dating for over 3 years and had really thought she was the one and even had considered marriage. The life he had so perfectly planned out was ruined. And to put the icing on the top of the cake, his younger sister was coming over to try and cheer him up. He was the older one, he was supposed to be taking care of his sister not the other way around, he thought to himself.<br><br>Pushing himself up, he sauntered over slowly across the light brown carpet towards the small bathroom, he had to force himself to get ready at least for his sister's sake, gazing into a mirror, the reflection showed a young handsome face which was strewn with worry and an unshaved beard. Yet he felt so old, even though he was only 24, the years had been kind as people thought he still looked like a 20 year old. At least he had managed to graduate from college and enter into a decent university to do his Masters of Business, majoring in Accounting. He was very fortunate to be granted leave as his supervisor was a very reasonable guy.<br><br>Collin's parents had been adamant that if he kept dating Jessica, that he would have to move out. Apparentlly they had seen something he had not, but he was too young and too much in love back then. Jessica had been a brunette whom had accidenttally mixed up her classes, it was a case of love at first site, as far as he was concerned. He now after 4 years deeply regretted the cold exchange between him and his mother. The only one whom had supported him through it all was Rory, his kid sister. He was very fierce about any guys hanging around her, and was the one whom he loved the most after his girl friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Thy Brother [Ambrose &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 03:54:13</strong>
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				Driving her way to Collin's place, she wondered if her brother was even out of bed. From what she heard from his buddies and his ex-best friend, he had holed himself up in his apartment to grieve of the loss of his girlfriend. She could not believe he had not realized how slutty his ex-girlfriend was and gotten out of the relationship before he lost his heart to the slut. Shaking her head in shame, she flipped off a road raging male on the freeway receiving a few curses in return. Even she knew when to bail out of relationships when the other person was having a wandering eye. Helped her from throwing her money in ice cream and twinkies if and when she broke up. <br><br>"But you were a fool for love, brother," she muttered as she parked her car in the visitor's lot of his apartment complex. Rory had not really been in love herself. She dated here and there. Even slept with a few men but never really felt the head over heels in love like her brother seemed to have had with his ex. Maybe there was a <br><br>[Will finish asap]
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