Chapter #7Meet the characters by: Unknown The camera went through the regal oak doors and entered a lobby area currently occupied by all 14 of the participants. They all seemed to kill around and chat, making small talk as they waited for something eventful to happen.
They had all seperated into different groups and had begun to socialise. The first group the camera focused on consisted of two boys and two girls, all of them looking like they were in their early twenties. The guys stood and conversed casually, a natural macho chemistry shared between them. Both were quite attractive; the one standing on the left had a messy quiff sitting atop his handsome face, pushing it away to reveal brilliant, sky-blue eyes. His mahogany skin rippled with his muscular physique as he stood with his hands inside his flower print short pockets. “Whatever you say, Carter...” Drake quipped, “...As long as I’m here, you’re not winning JACK.”
His buddy Carter also had striking good looks with his attractive, tan skin with toned abs and small Afro. Although his physique was slightly worse his companion’s, he had a gorgeous face with well proportioned cheekbones, deep hazel eyes and a strong, chiseled jawline. Carter wore a simple turquoise T-shirt with the letters ’IDL’ on the front along with simple tracksuit bottoms and blacked out kicks.
The women were pretty alongside their male counterparts as well. One of them was a knockout, her smooth, olive skin glistening in the glow of the natural light coming into the room. She had frizzy chestnut hair that bounced as she erupted into laughter, her canorous howling strangely infectious. She had modest sized endowments but if you looked down you could see that she had a plump rump that strained the seams of her tight black leggings. She then hooked her arm inside Carter’s, implying they were in some sort of relationship, something the second girl momentarily frowned about before plastering a mischievous grin on top of it.
The second girl was simply drop dead gorgeous. She flicked her long, brunette hair out of her face and exposed two hypnotic turquoise eyes that seemed to ripple like a wave crashing onto a beach shore. Her plump DD cups threatened to burst out of the turquoise sports bra that she wore, attracting quick glances from many other people around the room, both in admiration and jealousy. In fact, it looked like she knew this and RELISHED the attention so she bent forwards to tie her shoelaces, exposing her cleavage to those in front and showcasing her large rear to those behind.
“Calm down, Mallory,” the girl with Carter commented, saying the girl’s name with a little bit of extra acid. “You’re gonna pop off one of the buttons from your jeans in a minute.” Mallory returned with a sarcastic thumbs up. “Noted, Heather...”
Heather returned with a fake smile before pulling Carter away, talking and laughing as they strolled off together. Mallory scoffed before she continued her conversation with Drake, both laughing as she whispered something in his ear.
“...Look at them, giggling like small children. C’est une honte!” A young woman stared daggers at the duo, mostly at Drake, as they traded whispered messages. She impatiently tapped the toe of her suede ankle boots as she crossed her slim arms across her front. Her blonde and pink hair ran down her back and was only pinned back from her face by a pair of designer glasses. She was wearing a revealing spaghetti top with skintight booty shorts hugging to every contour of her slim backside and hips.
“They might not even be talking about YOU, Anne!” said a small woman standing beside her. She was unable to stand still, twiddling one of her multicolour pigtails in her hand, fiddling with one of her many piercings or just bouncing around in general. “They could be talking about the weather, the resort, the FOOD... Oh, the food here’s AMAZING, I just had 3 eggs, 4 strips of bacon, 2 pancakes (I would’ve had more if it hadn’t run out), 4 pieces of toast...”
“Ah, non, non! Foggo, you are doing it again. Just shush and breathe... In... Out...” They both took deep breaths, calming down. This was regular for Anne-Marie; although she would count Foggo as the greatest companion she’d ever known, she had a tendency to talk A LOT and if she got started, she would NOT stop.
“Better?” Foggo nodded. “Good. Well it’s obvious they’re talking about MOI. Who else would that cold hearted, inconsiderate fils de pute be talking about?! Oh, when I get my hands on him, I’ll...” Foggo shook her head in disbelief as Anne-Marie continued ranting and slurring him in both English and French. How did these two ever get together? she wondered, nodding silently to her friend.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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