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Post by ZACHARIAH EVERETT BURTON on Jan 9, 2011 16:43:27 GMT -5
staff lounge. they made it sound like some kind of exclusive, fabulous place. when, in reality, it was a room, just like any other room on the ship. but, zach hadn't gotten used to traveling in style just yet. and it could be assumed that he was a bit biased toward the way his life once was. trouble, to put it bluntly. zachariah burns hadn't grown up in such a great place with a not so great family. his dad wasn't ever around due to the alcohol obsession, and his mother would often times play away their earning in a game of poker. a gambler and an alcoholic. ironic how zach had ended up scoring a job at the casino. he was used to dirty tricks and thievery; his mother had shown them off numerous times. still, the assistant manger took it upon himself to plop down into an armchair. there were many faces in the room that he hadn't seen before. there were a lot of staff members on this ship. and he doubted he'd ever want to meet half of them. zach was an ass to most people. he'd always loved to make girls swoon and fall all over him, but dumped them without a look back. until quite recently. aniyah. sure, she could've been one of those girls, but he really didn't feel like he should treat her as such. god, did he feel like a regular danny zuko. his life was certainly no musical, but it was full of enough plot twists to make you want to be a part of it. he sighed and rested his head on the back of the chair for another moment longer. he'd been down to the staff lounge before, but hadn't ever seen anyone light a cigarette. he saw an ashtray, clearly unused, positioned on the coffee table nearby. deciding to risk it, he dug around in his pocket until he felt the carton. he fished a lighter out, too. and ignited his cigarette. many would call it a habit. but, he enjoyed preferring it as a guilty pleasure. suited the bad ass in him well. he spotted girls staring over at him, and he regarded them with a smirk. "ladies," he said, swishing his hair to the side. that always got at least one of them. and it did. a cute brunette's face reddened as she stared. he gave a soft chuckle and smoke came from his opened lips. women were so easy to nab these days; it really wasn't fair. all except for aniyah. why he couldn't get this girl out of his head, he had no idea. when he'd met her, he acted the same way he was now. in the same 'i don't give a damn' fashion. and yet, no response. he wouldn't give up, though. not yet. she was gonna be his sooner or later.
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Post by ANIYAH EMERALD GARCIA on Jan 12, 2011 3:21:14 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The alarm blazed loudly, the sound bouncing off the wall and into the ears of the sleeping figure. A groan escaped, hands pulling the blanket over her head. But it kept beeping, one after the other. After a couple of seconds, frail hands shot down on the snooze button, kicking the now-too-warm blanket away from her. Green- mostly olive- eyes stared at the ceiling above her. God. She was tired. She stifled a yawn against her arm. Alright. Time for a new day. And more work. She shook her head, oh well. She did come on this boat to work. Like she could afford buying tickets for this ship. She slipped off her bed and made way to the bathroom, taking a shower and brush her teeth. About forty five minutes later, she had emerged with towels wrapped around her body and hair, a smile on her face. Showers are always so nice and refreshing. She changed into a purple tip and her favourite bleached out skinny jeans. Disposing the towels into the bin for other staff to clean later, she made her way back into the bathroom, beginning her routine of make up. She yawned again, grabbing her folder, her mug, and a couple bills. Stuffing the bills in her back pocket, she closed her room door behind her. Her private suite, one that was very close to the vip suites. Which didn't really matter to her. Celebrities were still people. And people need their privacy. She would know. She would know everything about privacy. She shook her head. She was in too good of a mood right now to have anything ruin it. Especially the thoughts of her parents again. The last thing she needed was crying because of her parents.
The halls were quiet. No one was usually up this early- even vacationers. But this was usual for this particular girl. This girl was often up by 5:30am, latest. By the time she's up and ready for breakfast, it was about seven, the start of everybody's morning. So like she always did, she made her way to the lobby, sign in to start work and made her way down to staff lounge. She opened the folder against her arms, flipping the page onto tonight's show. She looked up for a second, taking the first step down. She skimmed through, checking over the proposals, the schedule, the needs, and the venue. She tripped over a step, stumbling, but finding her balance at the last minute. Her hand fluttered over her heart, half scared to death. Her fingers gripped tightly against the rail, taking a deep breath. When her nerves finally slowed down, she dodged into the room, slipping into the kitchen. The sweet welcoming smell of coffee was relaxing. She poured herself a cup and settled herself back into the room, sitting on her usual seat. She placed the cup gently onto the table before putting her documents down. She took out some blank sheets, jotting down notes. The important ones, of course. She sipped her coffee quietly, concentrated on the documents. The tip of her tongue stuck out a little at the side of her lips, thinking. She sighed, when she was finally done. Now, all she had to prepare for was some kind of disaster that was bound to happen. It's okay. She's always prepared for the worst. Something always goes wrong. Like the lighting cues were lost or the music won't play or there was a missing person from the performance. She was a problem solver. That's what she does. That's her job. Sighing, she leaned back against her chair. And then suddenly she smelt smoke.
Getting up, from her chair, her joints groaned with protest. People looked at the guy or girl who had lit his or her cigarette, then glanced at her, thinking she'd do something. If she was that girl in high school, she'd snap, and say "What the hell are you looking at?" But she wasn't that girl in high school. Not anymore. She shook her head a little. Of course they'd look at her. Anything that went array was always handled by her. Mostly because she's the only one who probably knew how to handle the situation. "Such a goody two shoes," they'd say, whispering to each other behind her back. Did they honestly think she was deaf? She hears everything. She knows what they call her. And she really didn't mind. She liked this girl more than that high school girl she was. But some rumours did sting a little, though, rumours are meant to hurt you in the first place. That's why people start rumours right? So they can feel superior. She didn't get why so many people felt the need to have power. Why would anyone want to feel superior to others and hurt them in the process to get there? That just didn't make any sense. You grow up your whole life, having people tell you to be kind to all. Violence never solves anything. Yaddi yadda. Yet, adults, themselves are hypocrites.
But hey, everybody's got a little bit of a hypocrite in them, and this girl was no exception. She pushed through the slow forming staff crowd that was here for a break. Little did she know, it was already late in the afternoon. She had spent all morning just so she was sure the show tonight would run smoothly. Her eyes landed on the oh so familiar figure. The infamous Zachariah Everett Burton, aka Zach. Which Garrett often called him. He was only two doors down from this General Manager's room. She walked over to him, blocking the light from his eyes. She plucked the cigarette from his lips and fingers and put it out against the ashtray. "Passengers and staff on board are forbidden to smoke in any areas of the ship except for the sky deck." She recited to him, memorizing all the rules already. "If you must smoke, you can smoke on the sky deck, and leave the staff lounge. Thanks." She told him, smiling politely. Her heart pounded against her rib, sure that anyone at a close proximity would hear it. God, the last thing she wanted was for him to leave. She couldn't help but look at his smoldering appearance, his sharp gaze, and the smirk that grazed his lips. Why was he so good looking?! She couldn't stop looking, but she had to. Before he made her blush and stammer. She glanced away, starting to make her way back to the table. She looked up at the ceiling, praying. "Please make him grab my wrist and say wait. Or something. Please please please."
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Post by ZACHARIAH EVERETT BURTON on Jan 12, 2011 22:12:22 GMT -5
he heard a few pops that made him realize someone was getting up. and coming this way by the looks of all the people;s eyes craning from one side of the room and back towards him in a matter of seconds. he sighed; more smoke pouring from his ajar lips. he didn't really care about staff rules. or rules of any nature really. but he did need to keep his job. so he wouldn't argue. not too much anyway. he gave a deep sigh and rose from his chair. he turned around when he heard footsteps. he was expecting some snot-nosed wimp to face him. the kind with skin problems and hair as greasy as an oil slick. the kind of boys zach used to pummel in school, just for the hell of it. the boys who acted as though they knew everything. and that the rules were law. the blonde bunched his fists together as he turned around. they couldn't throw him off the ship now. they were setting sail in a matter of hours. or so he'd heard. maybe not. but they couldn't fire him and fill his spot in that time. why not ruffle up the goody two-shoes polo? he turned and the light that streamed in the window barred his vision. soon enough, it was gone. he blinked a few times and felt his fists instantly tighten up more than before. aniyah was there, her pretty dark hard cascading down her shoulders. zach watched her remove his cigarette and gave a scowl. "aww, c'mon now princess. they didn't teach you that breaking rules can be good for your health?" zach gave a light laugh and plucked his lighter from his pocket. he twirled it around and raised his eyebrows. he wasn't going to leave. not yet. but rather, have a nice chat. he took a step forward and reached out for her hand. "hey, hang on a minute. what's the rush? take a seat." zach swished his hair again and cleared his throat. why was he so nervous? maybe it was because he'd been thinking about her since their first encounter. odd. his badassery didn't seem to affect her this time, either. he scowled and tried to think of something else - anything else - to get her on his side."i haven't seen you since the night we met. you don't remember me though, do you?"
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