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Post by Teairra Jackson on Feb 14, 2009 21:51:40 GMT -5
Teairra Marie Dugger [/u][/color][/size] Life In The Fast Lane[/center] Teairra looked up to wards the sky and let out a long sigh, thinking about her life and why she was even here. She felt a tap on her shoulder and she almost jumped from being pulled so abruptly from her train of thought. Turning quickly she realized it was just someone trying to get by her and she was standing in the way of the bathroom.
She quickly moved out of the way and headed to wards the main cars. She was fairly new in town, she had only been here a week or two and was just starting to get to know where everything in the town was. As she walked her Silver Blue jeans hugged her hips with the perfect amount of lift and bounce so she looked extremely hot but not to slutty. Her shirt which she had just recently bought at the illusion club was skin tight with maybe an inch of free space in it.
Her long black half curled hair hung down around her shoulders as it normally did and when she walked bounced with each step to make her look amazing. She didn't like it most the time, men paid way to much attention to her every now and then and it had gotten her into trouble more then once. Looking around she decided she should probably find a place to stand and look normal instead of looking around at everything and letting everyone know she was new in town.
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Post by Ms. Danika Gravani on Feb 25, 2009 18:37:17 GMT -5
 Danika was new in town, but with her five hundred dollar global positioning system or G.P.S. for short, she knew she wouldn’t get lost. Sure she seemed like one of those snooty little bitches, but all the money was nothing but inheritance and money she had saved up from exotic dancing. Gripping the steering wheel she let the tires of her black sixty nine mustang boss slide against the pavement make that ever so sweet squealing sound. She wiped the wheel back straightening out the muscle car. Smirking she punched the gas making the 302 engine roar. She had built the car from scratch. Sanding it, painting it and tuning everything on her own. This was her baby, her all time most treasured possession. Then suddenly the car began slowing down, shifting from 3rd to 2nd and finally 1st, a dark haired girl had caught Danika’s sight. Snickering she pulled over next to the curb ahead of where the chicky was walking.
Stepping out of her automobile she let her black knee high leather boots click against the concrete. She was wearing tight blue apple bottom jeans and a very low cut black tank top, everything was covered except her cleavage. Enough to make her look amazingly sexy, the tight clothing showed her well-toned body. Leaning against the passenger door she lit up a smoke inhaling the toxic cloud, it soon escaped through her nose. Looking towards the black haired woman she smiled curiously. As she got loser Dani spoke with a soft tone. “What’s a young lady like you doing out on the streets this time of night?” she said flipping her bleach blonde hair out of her face. Her eyes were shaded with silver eyeshadow along with a thin line of black eye liner. Her glorious blue optics shone with the light of the street lamps. Taking another puff of her smoke she let one foot place itself against the muscle car.
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Post by Teairra Jackson on Feb 27, 2009 17:43:29 GMT -5
Teairra was now walking again. Her hips swaying perfectly against the different music you could hear that was blasting from the microphones and speakers in cars all over. She looked around for a moment trying to find anyone she knew. She was a typical girl around here. Her life was at the track though none of her family really agreed with her being so young while here she really wasn't that young anymore and thought she could take care of herself...thought probably being the key word in that statement.
She heard a woman speak....slow and calm....what was she doing out here so late? Good question. She turned looking the woman over and raised a slow eye brow, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she did so."Well i love getting into trouble. You're new in town...whats a girl like you doing here?" She asked not answering the other girls question at all. She didn't know the woman and there for speaking she wasn't going to be giving out the true reason of her presence here at the track.
The woman was pretty she would allow her self to say that. She let her eyes wander about the girl then around the crowd her body on look out for both her brother and sister who would kill her for being here at the present time.
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Post by Ms. Danika Gravani on Mar 1, 2009 15:53:39 GMT -5
It was true, Dani had come from a prissy rich family. That life ended abruptly when her father had passed away. It brought anger and sadness to her family and her whole family fell apart. That wasn’t the worst of it. Dani had gotten herself into loads of trouble with the gangs and thugs around the town. She never sold her body but exotic dancing is was she favored. Her father had left all is money to her and with that she has been surviving. But dancing isn’t passion, in the distance she could hear the roar of engines. She closed her eyes trying to figure out which direction is was coming from. Opening her eyes she saw that the young lady had stopped and answered her. Flicking her smoke she smiled, “Well looks like we got something in common. Yes, I’m new.” cracking her neck she spoke again. “The names Danika, but everyone just calls me Dani. I’m just exploring the town. Getting to know what kind of competition I’m up against.” She looked towards the muscle car she was leaning against. It’s black glossy paint shimmering in the street lights. “You don’t look like the kind of girl I would normally see around here. You race?” She raised a eyebrow at her question she would gladly take this new girl for a ride. Yes, Dani was quite the showoff. Getting it all from her father...
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Post by Teairra Jackson on Mar 2, 2009 23:41:39 GMT -5
Teairra did like how this girl acted cool, honestly it was coming off well in her own opinion. They had something in common? Good maybe they could make friends. Did she race? Of course she did when her brother wouldn't he over protective or just didn't find out."My brother owns half the track. We are big into this kind of stuff down here. I mainly do street shit though, not into the legally side of racing, street racing with the chance of going to prison or just plain dying always caught my attention better than a helmet and gloves."
She laughed lightly."Besides i like the look the boys give you when you cross that line first and they hand over the huge bundles of cash they bet you just because you are a girl and they are so stupid to think we are that pathetic. Don't you agree?" she said smiling as she pulled a phone from her purse and checked it."My brother, hes a pain."
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