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The Race Track – No Limits.

06 Sunday Apr 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in The Race Track

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(RP) The Racing Track
November 05, 2013 10:54PM
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The green flag is waving! The race is starting! Do you have what it takes to win the most coveted prize in racing history? Put the pedal to the metal and burn rubber on that concrete roadway!

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Re: (RP) The Racing Track
November 30, 2013 08:59AM
Pit Row

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Pit Row – the area behind the track where the racers and their crew meet to check over their cars and make certain they’re in working order. Yvonne was pacing in front of Della’s trailer, waiting for her client’s arrival. Rusty was beneath the hood of Della’s car, tinkering with the engine, one of his workers sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Try it now!” he waved out from under the hood. The engine was ignited and the smooth rumble of the engine made Rusty smile. He slammed the hood closed and signaled for the other guy to the cut the engine. “I want tire pressure, oil and fuel triple checked before Della heads out to the track.” he ordered, wiping his hands on the rag he kept in his back pocket.

“You got it, Boss.” the other man nodded before jogging off to the rest of the crew. Rusty turned to look at Yvonne.

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“You need to relax, Vonnie. She’ll be here.”

“Don’t tell me to relax, Rusty. I won’t relax until she crosses that finish line.”

“You’re going to get gray hair before you’re 50 if you don’t chill.” he snickered. She glared at him and opened her mouth to reply when Della pulled up beside the trailer.

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She jumped out and headed inside, Yvonne hot on her heels.

“Took you long enough to get here.” Yvonne growled as she watched Della strip out of her clothing to put on her race uniform.

“Don’t start, Yvonne. I’ve had one hell of a morning.” Della snapped back, clearly not in the mood to have her manager nipping at her like an angry pitbull.

“What happened?”

“Fucking park manager had a party last night. Kept me awake for some time. Went over there and yelled to keep it down then said screw it and wore my headphones to sleep. Woke up this morning and one of his “guests” puked all over the front seat of my car.”

“Oh shit!” Yvonne gaped, knowing how Della felt about her cars.

“Oh shit is right! Called mom and she’s got George coming to get the car to clean it up for me.” She zipped up her uniform and tied her hair up in a messy ponytail before slipping into her boots. “So where are we?”

“Third. Guy #2 is out on the track now. I think he’s on lap 8 or 9.”

“What’s the times?”

“First guy lapped in 7:14. This one’s just under 8.”

“So I’m shooting for at least a 5 or 6.” Della nodded, stepping out of the trailer, her helmet underneath her arm. She met up with Rusty who was supervising a tire change on the car. “How’s my baby, Rusty?”

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“Purring like a fine woman making sweet love by the fire.” Rusty grinned. Della chuckled and climbed in the car, sitting on the door frame as she watched the other racer finish up his laps. Moments later, his time popped up on the screen: 9:35. Della nodded her head and slipped her helmet on as her name was announced over the loudspeakers. Rusty gave her the thumbs up sign as she started the engine. She saluted him and made her way to the starting line.

Her adrenaline was pumping as she revved the engine. Her hands tightened on the wheel as she awaited the signal to start her trial. She was focused, she was ready. This is what she was made for and she would not disappoint. The green flag dropped and she stomped on the gas…

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…She kept her attention on the track not bothering to look at her times as she went past the time clock. She was focused on not crashing and doing the best she could in the time she was allowed. There was minimal chatter from Rusty in her headset. He knew that she could handle whatever the track tossed her way and only gave her encouragement and small pushes of when to increase her speed and when to slow back.

She was on lap 9 when she felt a rattle beneath her feet. “Rusty! I got a rattle in the undercarriage!” she announced.

“Do you need to pull in?” his voice came over the speaker a moment later.

“What lap am I on?”

“9 going into 10.”

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“I think I can finish.” she stated, pressing harder on the gas. The car shot forward on the track.

“You sure? If it’s serious, it could affect you?”

“I got it, Rusty!” she stated as she moved into a turn. The rattling became more pronounced as she turned and she gritted her teeth. “Keep together, baby! We’re almost there!” she whispered.

In Pit Row, Yvonne was watching the yellow #69 car move around the track and watching Rusty become more concerned as time went by. She looked up at the clock and saw Della’s time approaching 7:30.

“Come on Del…you got this.” Yvonne urged, hands gripping tight to the railing beneath her hands.

As Della moved into the final turn, there was a wicked-sounding “ping” noise and the steering wheel began to vibrate. “Fuck!” she shouted as she pressed the gas pedal to the floor as far as it would go. “Come on baby! Almost there!”

She caught sight of the checkered flag and poured every ounce of speed she could get from her car into those final few seconds. She crossed the finish line and breathed a sigh of relief as she let off the gas. She moved to hit the brakes…and nothing happened.

“Aw shit!” she groaned.

“Della? What’s wrong? came Rusty’s voice once more.

“Brakes are gone! I think I lost a line somewhere!”

“Aim for the soft wall! It’ll stop you safely!”

“On it!” Della shouted back, turning her car to aim toward the softwall on the edge of the track. She crashed into it going better than 150 miles per hour as she turned the wheel on the astro turf to try and use them as a deterrent. It seemed to work and between the turned tires and the hay making up the wall, she drifted safely to a stop.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she climbed out of the car, seeing the tow truck and ambulance rushing her way. She waved to signal she was alright before turning her face to the time clock to see what her time was.

A moment later, her time popped up on the large screen: 7:55:15

“Well fuck!” she growled, angry at herself. She wanted to do at least a 6. She banged her helmeted head on the top of her car, disappointed.

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Re: (RP) The Racing Track
December 18, 2013 10:19AM
Pit Row – Della’s Trailer

It took some time for Della to calm down after her disappointing time trial and the near-fatal wreck. But she consoled herself with the fact that she wasn’t in the last position as that was the worst place to be.

Of course, Yvonne was angry on her behalf and was itching to tear someone a new ass.

“He should have checked everything, Della! You could have been killed!” she raged as she paced back and forth across the floor. Della was actually amused by her manager’s antics. Yvonne caught the smirk on Della’s face and glared. “I’m glad you find the thought of possibly being killed so fucking amusing.”

“Come on, Vonnie. You can’t blame the guys for this. You know they go over everything with a fine tooth comb. It was a stripped screw. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Nothing less she says! Why are you so calm about this? I’d have been pissed.”

“Because that’s the way things are in the racing world. Daddy told me that.” Della smiled. Yvonne sighed and finally stopped pacing, sitting on the couch beside her client.

“You miss him.” It was a statement.

“Every day.” Della nodded, looking down at her hands. Yvonne covered them with her own.

“You know he’d be proud of you, if he were here.”

“I know. Some days it’s just hard.”

“But his legacy lives on…in you, sweetie.” Yvonne smiled, giving Della’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, Vonnie. I needed to hear that today.” Della smiled.

“Anytime, darling.” Yvonne stated. Rufus burst into the trailer, excited about something.

“Turn on the news! You are not going to believe this!” he exclaimed.

Della took up the remote and turned on the television. She turned to the channel that Rufus indicated and saw that there was news reporter and a crowd of rubberneckers standing on a VERY familiar street corner.

“What the hell?!” Della exclaimed.

“Isn’t that your street?” Yvonne asked. Della shushed her and turned up the volume.

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“Good afternoon, I’m Samantha King and we are coming to you live from Pine Acres Trailer Park., where police have just discovered one of the biggest illegal drug smuggling operations in the state. With me now is Chief Richard Inquest to shed some light on this interesting case…Chief Inquest, can you tell us what happened?”

A rather portly man in a cop uniform (who bore a strong resemblance to Larry the Cable Guy) moved in next to the reporter as she pointed the microphone at him.

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“Afternoon, Ms King. As to what happened here, we were tipped off some months ago to a possible illegal drug and alcohol ring being conducted by someone in this area. So with the co-operation of local Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms agents, we had this place under constant 24-hour surveillance.”

“And what was discovered?”

“Oh all sorts of things. Drugs, including Meth and Exstacy. Marijuana out back as well as an illegal distillery. Tons of guns hidden in various locations. Biggest bust of my career.” he grinned.

“It’s my understanding there were two individuals involved?”

“Yes, ma’am. Come to find out it was the park manager and his buddy. Hairiest mother[-BEEP-] I’ve ever seen in my life. Puts those gorillas at the zoo ta shame.”

“Is there a possibility that any of the residents living here may have known or been involved as well?”

“Not ta my knowledge. As I said…constant 24-hour surveillance. Only thing that put a blip on the radar was some blonde hoochie shooting a flame thrower at some backwoods nancyboy.”

“Thank you, Chief Inquest for your…candid comments.”

“Welcome. Say…wanna get a cup of coffee with me?”

“Um…no thanks.” she quickly exclaimed, suddenly uncomfortable.

“Your loss.” he shrugged, waddling away. Sam looked back at the camera.

“Yes…well…arrested were park manager, 32 year-old Billy-Bob Furman and his companion, 33 year-old Larry Chambers. Federal and State ATF officials have stated that the list of charges, ranging from drug trafficking to stolen property, will guarantee these two men will be facing at most 50 years in a federal prison. I’m Samantha King, for Atlanta 5 News.”

Della and Yvonne were both staring at the tv, mouths dropped open in shock. “Did you know about that?” Yvonne mumbled, dazed. Della shook her head.

“No…but I knew there was something fishy about that guy. You just never know some people.” Della stated, looking at Yvonne, who nodded in agreement.

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Due to Watcher leaving the RP, and to continue the advancement of the storylines, we have decided to simply have his character arrested and sent to prison. If Watcher does happen to return, he is more than welcome to have his character back, but for now, Billy-Bob is no longer part of the story.

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Re: (RP) The Racing Track
April 05, 2014 11:26PM
Pit Row

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It was like something out of those fancy action movie shoots, when the horizon was filled with choppers, a big, big rig covered in logos, a fleet of pilot cars, police escorts, and of course a flash sports car driven by none other than our very own Bobby Williams. Yes, after escaping the madness of his hotel, and getting an absolute dressing down by his manager; Cynthia – Bobby was up bright as a button the next morning and preparing to blitz the field when it came to his time trial. There was much anticipation in the media that Bobby might actually gain poll position since his expertise with Formula one was well known in racing circles. All it meant was for him to have a clear mind, and no trace of drug or alcohol abuse.

Coffee. Lots and lots of coffee was administered to Bobby after he got stoned with fellow driver and competitor; Christian McQueen. God knows how he fared that morning, since when we last left him, he was busy studying water droplets into the sink of Life.

Naturally there was a place all prepared for Team Williams, and the truck was soon being parked into position, as the police cars and pilot escorts were no longer needed. Behind a specially constructed fence, Bobby’s fans and sponsors were already lined up. Some girls were ripping up their T’shirts already flashing their jugs in anticipation of an autograph from yours truly. Bobby sat in the car stunned at first to see this.

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“I thought they do that when I am flying round the track.” Bobby gasped, as Cynthia used her pinky to shut his fly trap.

“Those girls be sitting on your face if you were to lay down for a nap, so I be careful when you are in your trailer. For god sake lock it.”

“Ooo.”

NASCAR sure was a hell of a lot different to formula one. Those girls wear bras.

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Bobby William’s team happened to be hand picked by Cynthia’s racing manager Tom Boston. He had been in the game for over thirty years, and had assembled a crew that would be one of the best and most experienced on the circuit. It was amazing what money could buy. People. The back roller door of the rig started to open up, and car one was being off loaded, as Bobby got out of his sports car and gave his fans a wave. He was a bit too intimidated by all the lovelies to actually go over with a sharpie and start doodling on their ample and in some case low hanging bosoms.

Cynthia gave off her usual cheesy smile to the press photographers, as she led her star to his specially designed trailer so he could suit up in private while the car was being taken into the pits to be ready for the time trials. All around, other car teams were doing the same, some drivers had already done some blistering times on the track. How would Bobby fair against such competition?

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Inside Bobby’s trailer, Cynthia was already on the job – checking the laptop for the times being posted by the other competitors. She happened to note Della’s. It was 7:55:15 . She had the misfortune of losing brakes on the last lap, so that really lowered her expected time. Cynthia grinned to see this. “That dolly bird thought she could say shit about you, Bobby and then pulls that kinda time. Ha. Well, we will show them a whole new style. The British invasion has landed.”

She had marketed him very carefully, although Bobby was a danger unto himself mostly. All he had to do, was stay focused, and do his job. Drive that car as though it could fly. Cynthia had done the rest. The car was in tip top condition and ready to do its first time trial. In the back, Bobby was getting into his racing suit. The arms and chest covered in sponsors logos. You had to admit, he made it look good.

“All that coffee makes me want to piss.”

“Then go before you get in that car!”

“I think I can hold it.”

Famous last words.

The Track

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The car had been rolled out on the support jacks, the tires were still wrapped up beneath. The pit crew immediately set to work on preparing it as Tom approached Bobby, who was now walking down through the press throng, with Cynthia trying to field off questions as Bobby mentally prepared himself.

“Bobby…track is beautiful. Now listen to me, this is not like Formula one, okay? It’s just a usual NASCAR circuit, keep your eyes ahead, and work your magic. Need you to do at least 6 or at the worst a 7.15. Make us proud, Son.”Tom clapped Bobby on the back, as Bobby went to pull on his helmet. The car had now been rolled out into position for Bobby to get in, and the crew worked frantically to make sure everything was operating smoothly. The pits were ablaze with sound of other engines and crews working fast to repair the damage to Della’s car. All Bobby knew was that he wanted to beat her time. He felt a little niggle down low, and pulled on his racing suit.

“Shit….I need to hold it.”

You guessed it…he needed to pee.

Bobby’s car.

Announcer : “Alright folks, next up is car number #666 driven by Bobby Williams. Ex Formula One world champion, and first time entrant to the NASCAR series. Give him a big hand folks.”

Those that had come to watch the time trials all cheered for the international racing celebrity. Some booed, since they didn’t like the idea of foreign competitors on what was an American dominated sport. Cynthia had on her headphones and was at the communication controls with Tom, who was already hooked up with Bobby in the car.

“Do your thing, Bobby!” Cynthia shouted on the mic, as Tom looked at her oddly. “Must you shout.”

The lights counted down then suddenly flashed green as the car took off in a blaze of smoking tyres racing for the first bend. Bobby grit his teeth, doing gear changes as the car increased it’s speed. The crowd all jumped on it’s feet to see the car take to the track like a duck to water. One thing Bobby could do, was drive fast.

Lap one and the car rocketed past the pit crew, that were all hanging on the fence watching the car delivering the goods. The clock was racing as he made the first lap in 6.23.59. Already, he was on the money, and Cynthia was cheering him on.

Second, third and forth lap were just under 7. Bobby was making some odd noises into his mic and Tom had to ask.

“What’s wrong Son?”

“I need to take a piss….I don’t think I can hold it.”

“BOBBY!…I told you to go before you got in the car!”

“I thought I could hold it….arrrrggggh.”

“Son….drive that car home…and then you can go piss.”

Lap nine and the whining coming from Bobby was getting louder.

He was flying…and I mean he was going for a lap record. The crowd thought his ass was on fire. Little did they know the real reason.

Car 666 passed the checkered flag on the final lap of 6.49.23. The crowd was cheering ecstatically, as the car rolled into the pit lane. Coming finally to stop in front of his crew. Tom ran out and was flailing to see his time. 6.59.09.

“Son…now you can get out and piss!”

“Uhm…I think I already did.”

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Pine Acres Trailer Park (3) – No Limits.

19 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Pine Acres Trailer Park

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 19, 2013 03:25PM
# 5 Wynter Rose’s

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Wynter Rose slowly drove into the trailer park taking in her new home. On first coming in she sees the manager’s trailer she had talked to him on the phone and picked up the keys from him a few nights ago and was told she would be in trailer number 5 by Billy Bob. At Billy Bob’s trailer there were people passed out on the front yard butt naked she could not help but burst out laughing it looked like a out of control frat party that had gone totally wrong. The back yard there was a bath tub over smoldering coals she shook her head. There was a man with his pants on his head in the neighboring trailers yard in his boxers. A woman in a kiddie pool sleeping looked kind of comfy. On passing another trailer there was something leaking from the mailbox Wynter really did not want to know what it was.

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Wynter pulled into her drive way and started to unpack her car and put things in her living room. While shopping earlier she had bought the local paper to look for employment she thought she would apply to the bar that was nearby as a bartender and parttime singer and see if there was any other places she could possibly sing at. Finally Wynter thought sweet freedom.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 19, 2013 07:21PM
#9 – Della

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The morning after Billy-Bob’s party…

The alarm blared loudly in Della’s ears and she sat up quickly, heart pounding a mile a minute. Yanking her earbuds from her ears to silence the noise, she took some deep breaths to calm her racing nerves.

“Fuck me sideways.” she groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. She stumbled, bleary-eyed from the bed and made her way to the kitchen to flip on the coffee maker. While her coffee was brewing, she ducked into the shower for a wash and to wake herself up a little more.

The smell of coffee permeated her home and she sniffed with delight as she put her hair up and slipped into her clothes for the day.

She poured the coffee into her travel mug before cleaning up her kitchen. Grabbing her keys, she headed out to her car…

If she hadn’t had such a tight grip on her travel mug, she would have dropped it in shock. There was vomit all over the front seat of her car. She would have moved closer but the smell was horrendous…and the mucus itself looked to be a few hours old as it was dried and crusty around the edges.

“My baby!” she snarled in anger. She did not have time for this today. She looked at her watch and saw she still had a couple of hours before she had to be at the track for the time trials. She yanked out her cell phone and practically stabbed the buttons in her rage.

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“Sachs Towing & Repair, George speaking.”

“George, it’s Della.”

“Della! How’s my favorite gal?” George’s booming voice rolled down the line. Despite her anger, she had to smile. George had been a family friend for a good number of years and had been working with her mother at the garage since before Della’s father had passed away.

“Not too hot, George. Some asswipe puked all over my car.” On the other end of the phone, she could swear she heard George’s heart stop.

“WHAT?!” he yelled so loud, Della had to yank the phone away from her ear. There was a muffled sound over the line and a moment later, she heard her mother’s voice.

“What’s this about someone puking all over Dee?” Shelia asked.

“Yeah, ma. Must of been one of those cunts that was at Billy-Bob’s last night.” Della growled.

“I ought to come down there and kick his ass. Did he keep you up all night? You have time trials today right?”

“I got some sleep, ma. I’m just pissed someone wrecked Dee.”

“George is on his way to pick her up. We’ll have her back to you by the time you get home tonight.”

“You are a life-saver, mom.” Della smiled. She closed the door to Dee and headed around to the back of her mobile home where she kept her car trailer.

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“How you getting to the track?”

“I’m breaking out Genie for this one.”

“She still road-ready? Been a while since you drove her.”

Della opened the trailer door and climbed inside. “I’ve been keeping her tuned. She purrs like a kitten.” She climbed in and started the engine, feeling the rumble beneath her legs and she grinned.

“Sounds as good as the day you got her. Call me and let me know where you place.”

“I will. Want me to get you tickets for next weekend?”

“You know I would never miss one of your races. I’ll be there.” Shelia smiled.

“Love you, ma. I gotta go.”

“Bye, baby and good luck today!” With a grin, Della hung up the phone and put the car in gear. She backed out slowly and turned out toward the street. She spotted Fleur passed out asleep in the kiddie pool on her front lawn. With a smirk, Della revved the engine a few times before she took off in a squeal of tires and smoke. As she passed Fleur, she laid on the horn until she reached the stop sign, drifting around the corner and out into oncoming traffic. She laughed with delight as she headed toward the tracks.

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“Genie”

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 23, 2013 01:45AM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

The massive blast of the car air horn woke poor Fleur with a start as she lay in the empty inflated kiddy pool just near her trailer. Now, it was bad enough to be woken up by that hoon bitch Della, but it was another sound that was mighty odd. The light tinkle sound, like a leaky tap, or worse. No, definately something wet being hosed into the kiddy pool she was laying in. Opening one eye, she spied Jack, one of Joelene’s youngin’s who was all about three years old, and the little shit was peeing in the pool.

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“WHAT IN TARNATIONS DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOIN’?” Fleur screeched, as she almost got hit by the kid’s wee spray. The child got such a fright, that Fleur woke, up, that and the car air horn, that he started crying his eyes out, but was still peeing in the pool.

The fly door to the trailer burst open and Joelene was standing there dressed in one of Fleur’s fancy underwear sets. You know, the kind you rip off in a blink. Waste of money really. “Jackson Tyler Micheal Jordan William Josh Jenkins! Are you peeing on your Aunt Flower?” She came thundering down the two steps and then quickly remembered she was still on a call, for her phone sex business.

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“Oh…oh yes…Oooo oooo…gimme more Daddy.” Joelene muted the phone and picked up the now sodden toddler, as Fleur sat bolt upright. “Why you talking to Pa like you wanna rustle his sheets? AND WHY you in my sexy lacys?” Oh this was all too much for her….and so early in the morning too.

“Girl’s gotta make some money, and them men think I have the voice of an angel.” Joelene implored, bouncing Jack on her hip, and then going back to the call, as she wandered inside. “Yes…you want more you need to pay another twenty dollars.”

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Slowly, Fleur got up and sniffed herself only to wrinkle up her nose. She knew she couldn’t have them stay if this was how it was going to be. Sighing, she headed inside her trailer….where you heard a blood curdling scream.

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“What happened to all the food in my fridge?”

“Sorry Flower…kids got the munchies after those special muffins.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 30, 2013 08:50PM
Billy Bob’s

Billy Bob awoke to find his wallet empty and the blonde gone. He was spent and groggy after his nights exertions.
“Damn that was one hell of a party” he said as he spied Larry passed out on the picnic table.
The waxing job had left him in none too good of a condition and he wondered if he might need some antiseptic.
Grabbing a cask of shine he pured it over the wound which awoke Larry with a start who cursing like a sailor and swinging yelled….

” Mutherfuckers! Sonofabitch! Where you at?” 

After regaining his senses a bit Larry chastised his friend and said

“Your such a dick Billy Bob.” 

” Well I was just treating your wound. Didnt mean to wake ya up.” Billy Bob said with a snicker.

Begining the cleanup he started to slowly work on the lawn. Knowing full well it might be an all day job, he popped open a beer and handed one to Larry.

“Well you helped make this mess. It’s time to clean up.”

With that the pair began the task of cleaning the yard hoping they didnt get too much more shit from the neighbors. Billy Bob was glad the cops hadnt got called. He was lucky he hadnt lost more than 40.00 the rest of his money had been in the bank thankfully. He wasnt stupid enough to leave it around with these crazies drunk on shine around.

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December 18, 2013 11:54PM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

~Dream sequence~

Lazing on a plush lilo, dressed in a sparkling diamond encrusted bikini; Fleur is sunning herself, whilst being served spirit mixers from her very own apron wearing butler complete with bow tie.

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~sips~ Ooo thank you, Jeeves. Oh this heat..it’s just got me so thirsty.” Fleur waves her hand to dismiss the muscular butler, as she sucks on the straw, watching Pablo, the pool boy cleaning ze pool, whilst in the garden to the left, Gregory the gardener is whacking weeds with his whacker. He is wearing a low hanging overall that is showing off his rippling abs and pecks, whilst dripping in sweat. Yes…she had made it. From the simple sponsor girl at the race track, to living the high life, married to the most wonderful man…that has given her all this. But who was this mystery man, with loads of cash?

“HONEY…I’m home!” You could hear the heavy twang of the southern accent of a man who comes stumbling through the back door of their mansion, covered in mud and missing his front teeth. It’s none other than….Turtle man!

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“No…no that can’t be right. No..not him!” Fleur starts to scream violently, before waking up in bed with a shocked expression, ripping off her sleeping eye mask, as she hears the sound of her sister screaming abuse, to someone outside the van.

“You can’t do this! They are my children. I take good fine care of them.”

“Oh so you can explain the night’s damage to the trailer park? Mrs Wilson’s cat bowl is full of faeces, Mister Levit’s van has had the words “Kidz rulz” spray painted on it fifty five times, and Mister Connor caught three of your youngin’s covered in red paint, trying to use his sleeping wife as target practice with a paint ball gun. You are an unfit mother!”

Fleur hid behind her door in her room, hearing all the goings on. It must have all happened when she was asleep. Did this mean she would be rid of the ratbag family? She prayed she would be.

The children were all rounded up and put into a special van that had been brought out by Child’s services, while a news crew pulled up and started to try and get an interview from the lingerie clad Mother of eight.

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“Is it true you tried to sell your children on ebay, to be used for scientific experiments?”

“Just the one…and I never got a bid!” Joelene screamed, as she was being read her rights and her head pushed down as she was put into a squad car, to be taken into police head quarters for questioning.

The sound of the siren started and this brought out a lot of people from their trailers, as Joelene and her wild brood got taken away by the law enforcement agencies. A few were actually applauding, and one old diddy was holding up a cat that had been painted red.

“May God strike ya’ll down, ya BASTARDS! Come on, Percy, let Mommy take you in and give you a nice bath.”

“Meow?!”

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Inside her trailer, Fleur was dancing up a storm to her favourite song. Her life was back to normal….almost.

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The Renaissance Hotel (2) – No Limits.

30 Saturday Nov 2013

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 27, 2013 01:21AM
Room #1123 – Christian McQueen
Christian blinked at the futile thud that came from the door and stared dumbly at it before realizing the other man had introduced himself. Christian’s mind had been momentarily occupied by the raging homosexual onslaught he had witnessed and he realized he was being rude. He thrust his hand forward and shook Bobby’s.“Yeah—Bobby Williams—F1 driver. I’ve heard of you, too. Heard you were joining the circuit through the grapevine. I know it’s not Formula One or anything, but on the upside it doesn’t take as much concentration to execute left turns all day.” He paused, before adding, “On the downside…it doesn’t take as much concentration to execute left turns all day. It all sort of balances out in the end, though, because here the girls flash their tits from the stands. ” Hell, most of ’em wanted your name written on their nipples.Christian sighed, fumbling in his breast pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He didn’t have much to bitch about, he supposed. Being a racecar driver was a pretty sweet gig, and it sure beat the hell out of digging ditches or working under other people’s cars all day—but sometimes he missed the thrill and variety of street racing. Every once in a while he’d get that familiar itch that all the oval tracks in the world couldn’t scratch and he’d go moonlighting downtown. Doubtless his manager would have his ass nailed to the wall if he found out…but he couldn’t help himself. And what his manager didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, either.“Good to meet you though. Look forward to seeing what you can do out on the track.” Christian shook a cigarette out of his crumpled pack of Camels, tucking it away in the corner of his mouth. “Do you mind?” Christian asked, cupping a lighter to the cancerous instrument.

There was more jostling from the otherside of the door, and a different voice called out. This one was male, nasally and annoying. Christian would have recognized the Bostonian accent anywhere.

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“Bawby Willyams? Bawby Willyams, you—excuse me lady, I’m tryin’a conduct an intaview heaya! The fuckin noive of some people!” More jostling. Christian could imagine Dan shouldering his way past Bobby’s indignant manager, scribbling furiously on that legal pad of his—-filling it with all manner of bullshit and lies. “Is it true you got dat Christian Mac-Queen in dere wid ya? You two heaya for da gay thing or what? What, yous two guys fuckin’ or somethin’? Hey, you gonna open up or am I gonna be standin’ heaya all day? ”

Fuck.

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November 28, 2013 01:50AM
Outside Room #1123
After taking the fall at the trying to bust her way into Bobby’s apartment, that no good reporter with a shocker of a Bostonian accent shoulder charges past Cynthia and starts an interview through the closed door, whilst scribbling all kinds of sick innuendo for his tabloid bosses. This was the last thing that Bobby needed, on top of the allegations over the Mayor’s daughters. With a wide eyed and mouthed expression, Cynthia heard the insinuations, and this was when her lips then puckered so tight it was like looking at a painted baboon’s ass. Eyes turned into fierce slits, on the mention that Bobby was fucking with Christian McQueen in his apartment. Cynthia knew very well how hetro Bobby was, even after a night on the turps.As the reporter scribbled, Cynthia adjusted her bosom, jostling her tah tahs, and then with lightning like reflexes, she reached out and snatched the reporter’s pencil, as if she was trying to reach past him to knock on the door herself. If the pencil dropped, she’d become dismayed…and then say.“Oops…here let me get that.” The next move was none other than the famous ‘bend and snap”. Cynthia would reach down to pick up the pencil, and on the return, try to knock out the reporter, with the sharp flick of her head, in the breast charging “snap!”.https://i1.wp.com/25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx80tlPY6k1r5few5o1_400.gif

Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside, Bobby could hear the retarded sound of a man asking lewd questions, then followed closely by that of Cynthia’s voice. He wasn’t sure what was the less of two evils really, but he knew one thing for sure, he preferred taco to sausage any day. Easing against the couch, well more like leaning on it, he listened to his new guest, Christian, talk about how its not that hard to do left turns all day. This had Bobby quirk a brow. “But….I’m used to doing right turns. Woah…this is going to be harder than I thought.” The consolation was that the chicks in the stands flash their breasts as you go around the track. Bobby only thought they did that in New Orleans, and this new development, did make him feel a whole lot better about this Nascar racing gig. Formula one cars go so fast, you would never get to see the tits, they’d be a blur. But if there were a lot of yellow flags, he’d be sure to see plenty. Folding his arms and leaning back, he shot Christian a sideways glance, and then nodded, saying it was cool for him to light up.

“I’d join you, but left me bong in the bedroom.”

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 30, 2013 12:23AM
Room 1123 – Christian McQueen
Christian smiled around his cigarette and snapped his lighter open. He took a drag and exhaled a vaporous tendril towards the ceiling, providing the impression of a snake made out of fog.”It was a joke. Just be careful out there—-they play rough with the new guys. Not that you can’t handle yourself. “Outside, Cynthia knocked Dan Weatherby’s pencil out of his hand. Before he could bend over to pick it up, the clumsy broad stooped to scrape it up from the floor. ” Jesus, watch what—” Dan’s jaw was forcibly slammed shut by the top of Cynthia’s skull before he could finish. Dan’s teeth clacked together and he bit his tongue, with the blow snapping his head backwards farther his neck was designed to allow. Dan’s arms flew upward and outward, with his legal pad flying through the air in so many yellow, flapping pages.His body continued moving in the direction of his head and he slammed into the wooden door, cranium first. Cross-eyed and with blood dribbling down the corner of his mouth, Dan slid down the door and slumped to the floor with his head cocked to one side and his cheek pressed against his shoulder. A great flatulent noise escaped Dan—-the sound of a ketchup bottle being squeezed but magnified by a dozen microphones—wet and vulgar, bubbling and greasy. The smell was as intense as it was immediate. It was the scent of something sweet and rotten—-the smell of a dead rat floating in the toilet bowl of an uncleaned outhouse on a summer’s day. A dark stain spread out across the seat of Dan’s pants, and when he fell over and lay sprawled on the carpet it appeared as though he had been sitting in a mud puddle.

Christian looked contemplatively to the door once more, wondering just what on Earth was going on out there and how long he’d be squatting in Bobby’s hotel room. Whatever it was, it sounded….messy.

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“I’d join you, but left me bong in the bedroom.” 

“Well….it looks like we’re going to be here a while. Waiting would probably be more fun if we were both stoned. ”

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 30, 2013 01:19AM
Outside Room 1123
There are many ways a woman can take a man down. From a simple uppercut, to a knee in the groin. However, the infamous ‘Bend and Snap’ is without a doubt a powerful tool to a woman’s defenses, and in this instance it worked….a little too well. Though Cynthia did feel the pain of her head striking underneath Dan Weatherby’s chin, she managed to catch his yellowing note pad as it left his hands, and he careened back into the wooden door of Bobby’s apartment.
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At first, Cynthia did a little dance to celebrate knocking out Dan, and taking his notebook, but no sooner had she enjoyed her public relations victory, there was a terrible sound, that came from Dan’s rear. Like the explosion of a condiment bottle, but the following odor was so rank, that Cynthia found herself starting to dry reach, as a brown slick puddle was forming underneath Dan’s cream polyester blend pants. ~Oh no, he’s shit himself!~ Cynthia thought to herself, as the scene was now turning rather nasty. I mean, there are just some things a woman or a man really want to see in public, and this was certainly one of them. Two problems then presented themselves. One; this stinky unconscious man was blocking Bobby’s door, and two; who in their right mind would dare want to clean him and the mess he caused up?A ping from the service elevator had Cynthia turn around and sure enough it looked as though help was at hand. A gorgeous mexican house keeper in a tight blue uniform pushed her trolley out of the elevator, and looked set to start cleaning one of the rooms on that floor. Cynthia, adjusted her dress and tried to walk casually down to where the young housekeeper was taking out a large keyring to open one of the apartment doors. Showing the best smile she could manage, Cynthia asked politely;

“A hotel guest seems to have had a tiny accident outside my client’s door. Could you come and clean him out of the way, please?”

Chewing gum, the red lipped cleaner looked up at the busty racing car manager, and she uttered;

Madame, ¿qué estás hablando? Él no es un invitado. ¿Y por qué me huele mierda?

(translation: Madame, what are you talking about? He is not a guest. And why do I smell shit?)

Pursing her lips, Cynthia took out a fifty dollar note and waved it before the cleaning lady, since she was now starting to lose patience.

“This can be yours, IF you clean away that man from the door. He is blocking access to my client.”

Looking at the money being offered, the bribe, the cleaner suddenly had a devious look and she nodded graciously, taking the money and then pocketing it into her red lace bra beneath her blue uniform.

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Oh, por supuesto … limpiarlo. Me vuelvo y … hacer lo que pides.

(translation: Oh of course…clean him up. I be right back and…do what you ask)

The cleaner then went right on with opening the room door she was at, and went inside, taking her trolley with her. Little did Cynthia know, the room was occupied, with another guest, that had called for the maid’s extra special services. She even hung a “do not disturb” door tag on the door, and from inside you could hear the chatter of the maid, followed by the laughter of the occupant; a male and then a lot of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

Cynthia had been duped. She stamped her foot indignantly, as luck would have it, another door opened and it was none other than Tim Curry, the famous actor. He instantly wrinkled up his nose at the stench that was now coming from the door of Bobby Williamson, and it was at this moment, he recognized the fallen reporter.

“I say….whoever knocked out that bastard. I want to thank. Just a shame whoever did it, knocked the shit out of him.” Tim guffawed, before clapping eyes on the voluptuous Cynthia. He saw her strained facial expression and then pointed at the fallen and smelly reporter. “Did you do that?” He asked, curious to see if he was right. Cynthia’s shoulders drooped in defeat.
“Yes….it was me. Did the old…’bend and snap’ and he shit his pants. Just tried to bribe some cleaning lady, who turned out to be the hotel maid for hire. Now I am stuck with a stinky unconscious reporter and no way in to see Bobby Williamson, who is my client.” She heaved a massive sigh, as Tim held up his finger. “Don’t worry love…I have an idea. This is going to be payback for that little piece he did on me in Soho. S’cuse me.” Tim went to the nearest fire hose cabinet and opened it, unfurling the fire hose and gleefully grinning at Cynthia.

“Stand back, lovey. I’ve seen this done in the Moooovies. Time to wash away the great stain.” With that, he turned on the nosele and a massive jet of water blastered the unconscious Dan Weatherby. Cynthia couldn’t help but join in with Tim in his maniac like laughter as Dan coped a full on jet of water. It was a miracle the pair didn’t drown the poor sod.

Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside the apartment, the door was coping a blasting from the fire hose outside, and then a foul sludge seemed to seep under the door. Whatever it was, had Bobby move right back. “Cor…what is she doing out there? I heard women her age had water works problems, but this is ridiculous. I’m getting my stash and bong. Come on…let’s blaze up.” Bobby said with chuckle, withdrawing from the lounge and going to his bedroom, bringing out a bag of weed and his bong. If ever there was a day he needed to smoke his cares away today was it.

He took a drag from the bong, and tipped his head back, lying on the big black sofa in his lounge. “Oh…Ohhhhhh yeah. So….so….right, you know this whole…racing thing. Like….I…I am…the bessssssst at Formula one….but, I got busted, man. You know? Sick! I need some…. *he inhales again, holding it in before letting out rings of green smoke. and smirking*…advice..Yeah…advice. How…how….how do you not get bored turning left….again and…again?’

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The Renaissance Hotel (1) – No Limits.

25 Monday Nov 2013

Posted by charlottecarrendar in The Renaissance Hotel

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 23, 2013 08:28AM
Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

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Cynthia unlocked the door to Bobby’s apartment, then stormed in to the main foyer, taking her purse and slamming it down on the nearest hall dresser before turning around sharply and glaring at a sheepish looking Bobby, who was shuffling in behind her. The press conference was nothing short of a PR disaster, and Cynthia now knew that she had one hell of a battle to get Bobby’s image up and out of the gutter tabloids. The latest scandal, of the mayor’s daughter, was the icing on the cake of a rotten week.

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“Sixteen?! How could you not tell, the girl was a minor?” Cynthia asked with a disgusted face. You could see all her worry lines and crows feet were coming to the fore, and that if he kept up this kind of behavior, that she was going to be needing botox by the end of the week, to stop her from aging so rapidly. Bobby shrugged as he walked past his manager, who clearly was at her wits end.

“It’s not like when you bed a girl you say…Oi, love, you got some ID on you, so I am not committing a federal offense. Kinda kills the mood don’t you think?” That said, Cynthia whacked the back of Bobby’s head, just for good measure. “Well don’t do it again. Hopefully, her father will do the right thing and rush her to the nearest family clinic.” Bobby then brightened, as the wheels in his mind started to turn. “Might not even be mine. You know how girls are these days. All you have to do is blow in their ears and their panties drop off. Could have been the town bike. Ack! Oi…she might have given me a disease.” he said with a stricken expression.

“One can only hope.” Cynthia said, rolling her eyes at his inability to grasp the seriousness, of the situation. Finding focus, she then realized they had more pressing matters. The time trials.

“I need you to get a good night’s sleep, so you will be at the track at six am. So…no more parties, no more hookers. No more. Do you understand?” She said, wiggling her finger at him in a threatening manner. Bobby pulled an innocent face and then made the scouts symbol with his fingers. “Scouts honor. I shall have a little Asian take out and go to bed.”

Thinking he meant it, Cynthia snatched up her purse and headed for the door, as Bobby continued to look innocent. “Good, about time you listened.” With that she left the apartment, while Bobby waited, then rubbed his hands together gleefully.

“Now for some Asian…take out.” He picked up the phone, to call the nearest brothel that specialized in pretty Asian girls.

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“Hello? Sun Le’s House of Pleasure? Mhm…Bobby Williams, room 1123 at the Renaissance Hotel. I would like you to send over the South Korean special…no, make that two. Yep. Thank you so much.” Hanging up, Bobby did a little dance, and went off to shower in preparation of his ladies arriving.

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 24, 2013 01:08AM
Room #1122 Christian McQueen
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There came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door. A swarm of giggles punctuated the knocking, only to be followed by a female’s voice that was more squeek than speech—–a pitch two octaves shy of a dog whistle.

“Missaru Wiryams! Prease escuse, Missaru Wiryams! ” Christian groaned at the unwelcome disturbance and burried his head beneath the pillow he had been sleeping on. He folded it around the back of his head and held it tightly against his ears to no avail. The girl, whoever she was, had a voice that seemed to have been dialed to glass shattering frequency. It easily bypassed the flimsy walls of his pillow.

“MISSARU WIRYAMS! YOU DERE MISSARU WIRYAMS?” The knocking grew louder and more persistent. Soon, it wasn’t knocking at all, but furious closed-fist hammer blows that rattled the walls of his hotel room with their terrible pounding.

” I’M COMING! STOP BEATING ON MY DOOR, FOR FUCK’S SAKE! ” The furious pounding ceased abruptly and the room was overtaken by a silence that was only broken by the occassional hushed chortle. Christian swung one leg out of the bed, then the other. His toes curled into the carpet, depressing into the textile surface. He looked to the door—-it seemed to have somehow gotten further away from the bed in his sleep—and wiped a hand down the coarse stubble of his cheek. The action produced a sound that was not unlike that of sandpaper sliding against wood.

He stood up with a great, heaving sigh. Christian did not remember ordering room service and he /did/ remember flipping the little laminated cutout that fit around his doorknob so that it read Do Not Disturb in bold, intimidating type. “I haven’t the foggiest fucking clue”, he muttered aloud to the flowers on the wallpaper and nothing else in particular.

Christian slid open the mirrored door that granted access to the closet and snatched a complimentary robe from one of the coat hangers. It was white, fuzzier than he would have liked, and branded on the lapel with the Rennasaince Hotel’s insignia. Christian looped the robe’s cloth belt around his waist and tied it around his waist. So armed, he answered the door.

When he opened the door, Christian could only stand at the threshold in a bewildered silence. A throng of scantily clad women were lined along the opposing wall, forming a queue that trailed down the hallway and around the corner. One of the women stepped forward and inclined her head to the floor, so that instead of her eyes he could only see the top of her scalp. She had bright red hair and wore what ammounted to a torquoise string bikini—–they were all wearing the same bikini, as a matter of fact. He thought it might have been some sort of uniform, but he didn’t know of any hotel staff that wore /that/ to work.

“Missaru Wiryams! So happy for to take care you. My name is-a White Lotus. ”

“White Lotus? Er, can I help y—” He had been unable to complete the sentence. Before he could, the throng pressed forward. Each girl bowed as the first had as they went past him, uttering a brief “Hai!” in the process. Across the hall, a silver haired woman opened her room door open wide enough to see what all the commotion was about. The elderly woman wrinkled her nose at Christian and narrowed her eyes into a scowl before abruptly slamming her door shut.

“Hey-uh…ladies. I think you’ve got the wrong idea here. See, the thing is—WOAH. WHAT THE FUCK?” He had been so surprised that he hadn’t noticed before—–that, and he had made it a point not to gawk—–but these ‘women’ had an unsightly bulge in a place that, anatomically speaking, they should not. Some of them had facial hair and fur under the pits of their arms as well—-and these women were Asian, not French. One of the broads even had a stiffy!

White Lotus stepped forward, sporting a hard on that was all too visible beneath the thin fabric of her bikini. ” Mr. Wiryams, I hope you not fraid of Godzirra movies….”, she said, thrusting her pelvis forward.

“Oh-Kaaaay.” Christian stumbled back inside and made a bee-line to the phone, suddenly feeling woefully underdressed in his robe. One of the he/she/its gave his rear a slap as he hurried to the bedstand, and the stereotype of female Asian submissiveness disolved into cat calls.

“Hello?! Yeah, listen buddy, you have got——sure…..I’ll hold. ” Christian offered the transexual prostitutes a polite wave as he held the phone to his ear. They did not seem to notice, as they were all presently engaged in a massive pillow fight. Johnsons and testicles flopped freely as feathers drifted throughout the room.

“Yes, this is Christian McQueen….room 1122. No, I do not want to pay $75 dollars extra for wifi access——THE LINEN IS FINE, THANK YOU. BUT THAT IS NOT WHY I AM CALLING YOU. THERE ARE TWO DOZEN TRANNY PROSTITUTES IN MY SUITE AND I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW OR WHY THEY GOT HERE! ”

Christian plugs one finger into the ear not pressed against the phone, the better to drown out the caterwauling cackles of his guests. “What do you mean…you know. What sort of misunderstanding? I see. Uh-huh. Right. Oh. You’re going to comp me a day to make up for it? HOW IN THE FUCK DOES THAT SOLVE THE SITU—–NO, I DO NOT WANT BE TRANSFERRED TO ANOTHER DEPARTMENT!”

Christian slams the phone down and throws open his door. Now it is his turn to pound on someone else’s door—-room 1123 to be exact. “EXCUSE ME. I THINK YOUR PACK OF WHORES WAS DELIVERED TO MY ROOM BY MISTAKE.”

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 24, 2013 01:59AM
Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

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It had been sometime since Bobby had ordered his Asian take out, and though he was expecting them to be knocking at his door just twenty minutes after he had called the Sun Le’s House of Pleasure, he lay in his bed waiting eagerly, only to see the illuminated digits on his bedside alarm clock go over an hour. Strange, they were usually a little more prompt than this. Picking up his puppy “Tread”, he gave him a bit of a cuddle, feeling a bit deflated he was not going to be getting any Asian pussy, when all of a sudden there was a mad rapping at his front door.

“EXCUSE ME. I THINK YOUR PACK OF WHORES WAS DELIVERED TO MY ROOM BY MISTAKE.”

Odd, that sounded awfully male, coming from outside his door. Dressed in just a pair of tidy whities, Bobby set down his puppy, and then ambled to the front door, rubbing his right eye with a closed fist. On reaching the door, he peered through the peep hole and on the other side he could see a very angry and flustered looking Christian McQueen, who was wearing a hotel toweling robe. What was he going on about; a pack of whores. Bobby had only ordered two of the south Korean specials.

Bobby unlocked his door, only to grin awkwardly at Christian. “You been enjoying some Asian flavour, Bro?” He tried to do a high five and then when he realized he was not going to get one in return, he self high fived and peaked out his door.

“I don’t see no whores? Are they in your room?” Bobby asked inquisitively, before curiosity got the better of him and he snuck down to #1122 and took a gander through the door. What he saw…made him suddenly gag. A group of scantily clad transvestite Asian hookers were dancing about in sapphire blue mankinis with their meat and two vege doing a thigh slapping routine that left him cold. He turned around from seeing the all Asian circus, and his face was like that of a ghost.

“Shit man. That’s not what I ordered. And I don’t think I want any of their deep fried dumplings either.” Bobby cringed and crept up past Christian to escape back into his own apartment. “Gosh, is that the time?. I need my sleep before time trials. Good luck getting rid of those skanks!” He cried, as he tried to slam his door and escape the madness.

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 25, 2013 01:12AM
The Hallway – Christian McQueen

“Gosh, is that the time?. I need my sleep before time trials. Good luck getting rid of those skanks!”

Christian’s foot had wedged itself in Bobby’s door the instant he seemed remotely disinclined to continue the conversation. Bobby slammed the door and in turn the door bludgeoned his foot—-it would swell nicely within the next few minutes, to be sure. This was preferrable to whatever awaited him back in his own suite, however. Christian considered that he would have gladly given the foot up for amputation if it meant escape from that deranged orgy.

He took the opportunity to thrust his hand into the gap between the door and the frame—Bobby struck him as the sort of person who might continue slamming the door even with his foot in it. At that moment, a man dressed much as Christian was walked by. He carried a small container of ice in one hand, gripping it by the rim and swinging it ever so slightly with each step. His robe was pink, however.

And there was more than a skip in his step.

The man in the pink robe was not oblivious to the scene, either. His pace slowed as he had drawn near, and he eventually stopped in front of the door where Christian had literally put his best foot forward. The interloper viewed the pair with an expression of coy amusement. “Oh, my goodness. Lover’s spat? ” The man wagged his brows, and when he did they looked like wriggling caterpillars. Thick, wiry hairs sprouted out of the patch of chest not covered by his robe. He had a handlebar mustache that Tom Selleck would have envied, neatly trimmed to frame his upper lip.

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“Listen darling,” the man with the impressive facial hair began. “I’ve been there and done that. If you can’t convince yourparamour to let you back in…..” The man leaned dangerously close, so close that Christian could feel the bristle of Quigley’s chest hairs. He would not be going down under anytime soon either, thank you very much. The prickly sensation made his skin crawl, but with his foot trapped in the door he was ill equipped to escape.

“I’m just down the hall. Room 1118. Stay fabulous, darlings! ” And with that, the Tom Selleck look alike continued on his merry way. Christian shoved at the door with the entirety of his weight rather than explaining it wasn’t what it looked like, hoping Bobby might be surprised enough by the sudden exertion that he could force his way in.

“I didn’t order any hookers. You did. The least you can do is provide me with sanctuary! The hotel must be hosting some kind of gay convention or something! Let me in, Goddamnit!” What the fuck was up with this place? Was RuPaul in town?

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 25, 2013 01:59AM
Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

Bobby was living a true nightmare, the only thing that could have made it worse, was if his manager Cynthia decided to come back up to check on him. Course, she wouldn’t do that, would she? Trying all he could to escape the gaggle of asian trannies that were tearing up Christian’s room, he sought to get back into his own apartment as quickly as possible. Little did he realize that Christian wanted to escape as well, going as far to wedge his foot in Bobby’s door to stop him from locking him out.

“Every man for himself!” Bobby squealed, with an unusually high pitch voice. Right on cue, one of Christian and Bobby’s neighbour’s came strolling past. A rather flamboyant gent in a very pink robe. With extra bushy brows, and bush in many other places that were plainly visible, he appeared to think that Christian and Bobby were having some sort of lover’s spat.

“Eh? No, this isn’t what it looks like.” Bobby lamented, still trying to shut his door. Only he saw the way that the Tom Sellek lookalike was leering all over Christian, and he had to admit for a moment, he actually felt sorry for him.

“I’m just down the hall. Room 1118. Stay fabulous, darlings! “ ‘Tom” chirped as he swanned his way back down the hall with fluid strut. Bobby shuddered seeing him finally leave, and was about to close the door on Chrisitan’s hand as well, when he heard that familiar screech.

“HOLD ON!”

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~GASP!~ It was Cynthia. Suddenly, Bobby yanked the door open and went to grip Christian’s hand, to yank him into his room. It was one thing to escape the tranny hookers, it was another to escape Cynthia’s wrath. If Christian got pulled in, Bobby would try madly to lock the door, while down the hall, another door opened, and low and behold an aging 70’s pop group sensation came out. It was none other than the Village People.

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The trannies heard the deep voices of the 80’s icons and all ran out of Christian’s room, squealing on the tops of their lungs.

“It’s da Viwwage People!!!” Turns out the hotel was having a gay convention, and the aging gay sensation was one of the main acts in the convention room down on the first floor.

Fighting her way through the gaggle of scantily clad girl boys, she barrelled up to Bobby’s door and hammered on it with her fist.

“I’m going to count to three….or so help me!”

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 25, 2013 02:36AM
Room #1123 – Christian McQueen 

Christian had lowered his shoulder into the door just as Bobby opened the door to pull him inside—–The Marlboro Man charged forward…..and kept right on charging. Fortunately, his progress was brought to a halt by room 1123’s Southerly wall. Christian slammed into it as though performing an upright (and dry) belly flop—-or a chest bump. He bounced off the wall and fell backward, landing on the floor with a resounding thud.

Someone was yelling, a puppy was licking his face, he could hear high-pitched screams in the hall, the lyrics to YMCA

(It’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A! It’s fun to staaaay at the Y-M-C-A!)

thundered against the walls, and there was only one rational recourse available to the two gentleman in room #1123.

” BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES! “

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Either of Christian’s arms stretched backward behind his head, palms pressing into the ground while his legs lifted off the ground and his hips raised——launching him forward onto his feet, where he immediately shoved his hands against the end of the couch he had tripped over. Legs churning, he shoved the couch toward the door like a battering ram.”BRACE FOR IMPACT! ” It would serve as a decent barricade in the event of a homosexual invasion.

What to do now? He felt like one of the survivors in a zombie apocalypse movie. For now, it seemed as if the perimeter was secured…….

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 25, 2013 02:56AM
Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

“BOBBY WILLIAMS…YOU OPEN THIS DOOR!” Cynthia screeched, her knuckles turning white as she hammered away at the glossy oak door. Bobby looked like a possum that had been caught in the headlights of a Mack truck. He didn’t want to open the door, and he certainly didn’t want to embrace the cavalcade of Asian he she’s, Tom Selleck and an aging gay band.

Out in the hall you could hear squeals and a rough rendition of YMCA. What had happened to the world? Was there a memo that the whole world had turned gay overnight? This was a truly frightening prospect, and not only that, Bobby was standing there in just his Y front white jocks. He really did feel very vulnerable.

He turned his head sharply, to catch sight of Christian, who had landed rather awkwardly after his charge into the room at top speed. Tread, Bobby’s puppy was doing the usual welcoming, save the leg humping, and Bobby knew it was just the two of them against a furious manager and a madhouse hotel. The English ex Formula one racer looked set to burst into tears, as he kept his weight against the door, to try and stop Cynthia.

Fast as lightning, Christian bounded off the floor in an epic flip movement that even had Bobby startled. It was then when he shoved hard against the couch, like some line backer and it was barreling right for the door, Bobby jumped out of the way, and nodded furiously at Christian’s call to “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

Now joining Christian in leaning hard up against the couch, Bobby suddenly realized who Christian was. “Cor…I know you, eh. You’re Christian McQueen.” He then stuck his hand out to shake. “Rotten way to meet….but I’m Bobby, Bobby Williams. Driver for Satan Records. And for the record…I’m not gay. Not like everyone out there!”

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Outside the door, Cynthia was getting really pissed. “I’m going to charge the door!…1..2..3!” She ran at the door and hit it full on, only to fall straight back, since the door was weighted and nearly impossible to ram open from the outside.

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Communication Centre – No Limits (Racing RP)

23 Saturday Nov 2013

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Communication Centre - No Limits (Racing RP)

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Re: (RP) Communication Center
November 10, 2013 11:05PM
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TVG: Sitting in one of downtown Atlanta’s famous sports bars, The Pitstop Bar & Grill, I had an opportunity to chat with racing sensation, Della Sachs. Looking mighty fine in a sexy purple tank top and matching pants, you would think this mocha beauty would feel more at home in a hair salon or a shopping mall. But Della Sachs is no ordinary woman. She set the racing world on its collective ass a few years ago by becoming the first female to win a major racing event, cementing her reputation as a serious competitor in once was regarded as a man’s sport. Della, thanks for sitting with us today.

DS: Thank you for having me. I have to say, doing an interview in a sports bar is probably one of the highlights of my career. (-With a chuckle, she tossed her hair back over one smooth shoulder.-)

TVG: So, Della…you are a second-gen racer, your father, Del Sachs being one of the best racers in this business. How did you get involved?

DS: I grew up around cars and racing. My momma, Shelia Sachs, was a mechanic and she taught me everything there was to know about cars: how they run, how to change parts, how to drain and engine. Most girls were worrying about hair and boys and clothes, I was worrying about engine blocks, broken axles and dirty oil. My dad, God rest his soul, took me along for his races and I got involved with the pit crew. The sights and sounds of a car going over two or three hundred miles per hour…I felt like I had found my calling. So I asked my dad to teach me to drive one of his cars. He took me out to the track and I nearly crashed the first time I tried a turn. Scared the hell out of my father when that happened. But I laughed it off and got back behind the wheel. Practice makes perfect and all that.

TVG: And you never looked back.

DS: Never even checked the rear view.

TVG: You’re racing in The Turtlewax 3000 next weekend. Are you excited?

DS: Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’ve been looking forward to this race all year.

TVG: Why is that exactly?

DS: There’s a lot of new talent coming in from all over the world and this is a chance for me to prove to myself that I have what it takes to be in this business. Because when all is said and done, the one in the winner’s circle will be on top for a long time.

TVG: Being number one is important to you?

DS: Not at all. The most important thing to me is surviving the race. To reach that checkered flag. I’ve worked hard for this all my life. To even be in the top 20 finishers would be heaven in my eyes.

TVG: What do you think of the new crop of racers coming in?

DS: I’m sure they’re talented…but I’ve heard some disturbing things about a few of them. Kind of worries me how they are behind the wheel of a ton of metal and whipping around in a circle at 200 miles and hour.

TVG: I’m going to toss out a couple of names. What’s the first thing that pops into your head?

DS: Go for it.

TVG: Carlos Mendoza.

DS: Playboy millionaire who uses women as his personal toys.

TVG: Kaspars Balodis.

DS: Fried Brain Syndrome.

TVG: Rhiannon Balodis.

DS: Rookie…but she’d be excellent competition. She needs more race time.

TVG: Robbie Williams.

DS: I’m surprised he’s not dead yet to be honest with you. With all the s*#t he’s abusing his body with, he’s got to have the slowest reflexes ever. Dangerous to have behind the wheel.

TVG: Pretty strong words.

DS: I take racing very seriously. Anyone gets in my way of my goals and dreams…well let’s just say my reactions won’t be pleasant.

TVG: Hmm. Interesting. Well…I think we’re done. Thank you, Della for speaking with us today. Is there anything you’d like to tell any of our readers who may be interested in a career in race car driving?

DS: Yes. Work hard, listen, and be aware of your surroundings at all times because if you don’t, that split second your attention slacks could be the difference between life and death.

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Re: (RP) Communication Center
November 12, 2013 04:31AM
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SM For many of our readers, the name Bobby Williams is tagged with that of Formula One motor racing, and of course that fabulous Welsh emo boy band “Afterlife”. Today however, we are here in Atlanta Georgia, a far cry from the likes of Europe and Monte Carlo, to see Bobby Williams taking on the title as the next superstar of the NASCAR touring car championship. I have the pleasure of meeting with Bobby, while he is staying here at the Renaissance Hotel and he agreed to meet with us, to discuss his upcoming race schedule and hopefully give us a peek into the fast times and hard life of a NASCAR driver.

Bobby…it’s great to see you, and…I see you brought your Mother with you?

CYN I’m not his mother…I’m his Manager.

SM Oh…so sorry. Moving on. Bobby, how are you enjoying Atlanta so far?

BW This is Atlanta? I thought it was Vegas.

SM Definitely Atlanta. So, what is your fitness regime on the lead up to the The Turtlewax 3000 next weekend. Do you have any tips for our readers?

BW Yes…Kids…don’t buy drugs. Become a pop star and they give them to you for free.

CYN Oh…Bobby is very busy, with his morning routine. He spends a good thirty minutes doing special exercises that help build up his hand coordination…You know, for steering.

BW You talking about me whacking the morning wood. Yeah, that takes a good thirty minutes. I think the drugs kinda messed with my times. I used to have pre ejaculation issues. Now it takes forever. Or is that the beer?

SM I don’t think that is quite what I meant, but good to know your are up with the sparrows.

BW You would be too with a raging fat. By the way…I love your tits. Want me to sign them?

SM Err no thank you. Bobby, how does it feel to driving the NASCAR’s as opposed to the Formula one?

BW Totally different. Cause like the steering wheel is on the bloody wrong side of the car. I don’t like that. Oh…and I miss all the free sponser stuff I used to get. Like…when I drove for MOET, I got a lot of free champagne….but like..this race is being sponsered by Turtle wax. What the fuck am I going to do with a shit tonne of Turtle wax? I don’t wash my own cars.

SM So have you met any of the other drivers yet. I hear Della Sachs is going to be hard to beat.

BW That sounds like a girly name. Della. His parents not like ‘im or something?

SW Della’s a woman.

BW Is that allowed? Racing against women? I thought we only used them for pit birds and holding up umbrellas. Eww…is she butch and got hairy armpits and smells of John west salmon?

SW And that concludes our interview. Next week, we have a special feature, with the legendary Turtle man himself.

BW Wanna go get a drink, love?

SW Fuck off, ya sexist pig.

BW I take it…your a lesbian too then. Surrounded by them.

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Re: (RP) Communication Center
November 23, 2013 03:34AM
Christian McQueen’s Interview With Men’s Health Magazine

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MH:So, Christian. They tell us you were a street racer before turning pro. Is that correct?
C:If you say so.
MH: :What?
C: :What “they” told you. How should I know what they said?
MH: They told us—what? Who is they?
C: Who /are/ they.
MH: I don’t know, I’m asking you.
C: Yes—no, I’m /telling/ you. Who /are/ they.
MH: ……I don’t know! I’m asking YOU.
C: Ugh. No. That’s not what I mean. Who /is/ they, who /are/ they. See?
MH: I DON’T KNOW! I AM ASKING YOU!
C: AND I AM TELLING YOU!
MH: What?
C: Not what—who. /Who/ are they.
MH: …..what?
C: WHO! WHO! WHO ARE THEY! /WHO/ A-R-E THEY!
MH: …….
C: …….
MH: ……………………….
C: …………………………….
MH: Who are they…?
C: Who are they.
MH: Who …./are/…. they!
C: Yes, who are they.
MH: ………………
C: …………………
MH: Who are they?
C: Who are they.
MH: Who—that is what I am asking you!
C: It isn’t is, it’s are. That’s what I’m telling you. Let’s move on to the—
MH: You aren’t making any sense! If you just came here to be difficult—
C: I’m not making any sense? /I’M/ NOT MAKING SENSE?
MH: YOU SOUND LIKE A DAMN OWL. WHO! WHO! WHO IS THEY! WHO IS THEY!
C: WHO…..ARE….ARE! WHO ARE THEY!
MH: You are a fucking lunatic! STOP SHOUTING—
C: ARE! ARE! IT’S FUCKING ARE, ALRIGHT!
MH: Stop yelling letters at me! Stop—
C: ARE!!!!!! ARE!!!!!
MH: Just cut it ou—
C: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MH: OH MY GOD I AM BEING HARASSED BY A DERANGED PIRATE. HELP ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF—
C: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEE!!!!! AARREEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRREEE!
MH: -Sob.-

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Pine Acres Trailer Park (2) – No Limits.

16 Saturday Nov 2013

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Pine Acres Trailer Park

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 15, 2013 01:51AM
Billy Bob’s
So that was the game Billy Bob wanted to play; Strip poker. It was no surprise, when Fleur took a swig of her beer and saw the picnic table that had the deck of cards laid out on it. Fleur eyed the other blonde, who had just twisted the beer cap off her nipple, and shrugged.“You got less clothes on then me, girl. They going to have you showin’ more than your damn muffin top…but the whole works. Eh…I need the entertainment. Count me in, Billy Bob!” Fleur hollared, liking the fact she had more clothes on than most. For once, she was grateful.
https://i0.wp.com/mobikcc.com/images/stories/oboi/supersbornik20/001kazino/001.gifSitting herself down on an upturned concrete mix bucket, she sat down her beer on the picnic table, and then cracked her knuckles as she looked at Larry. “Name the game, Larry. I intend to win this bitch…though I ain’t lookin’ forward to seeing you all in the nude.”She took a handful of nuts from a bowl on the table, and started to pop them in her mouth crunching loudly.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 15, 2013 02:04AM
Billy Bob’s 
Larry began to shuffle the cards then said rather simply..” Seven Card Stud. Eight’s Wild.” He kept shuffling in a mechanical way then began to deal the cards out while drinking the beer.Billy Bob looked Fleur in the eyes. Then handed her a freshly opened beer as the cards were dealt.

” Well Fleur lets get this party started like ya said. yeee-aaah!” 

 

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 15, 2013 02:27AM
Billy Bob’s
Fleur took the offered beer with a crooked smile, tossing the used bottle behind her in to the trash can. Larry had made the call, that it was Seven card stud, Eight’s wild. This was a game she knew all to well, and watched the cards being dealt out clockwise, one at a time.” Well Fleur lets get this party started like ya said. yeee-aaah!” “I be doing that. Alright who is placing down an ante in the pot? Blondie? What you going to put in? Earrings or an anklet?” Not thinking that the girl would jump straight to it, and start to take off her bikini top.https://i1.wp.com/stream1.gifsoup.com/view3/2226931/strip-poker2-o.gif

“Ya damn show off. Are they even real boobies?” She said, chewing on a nut, unimpressed.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 15, 2013 02:43AM
Billy Bob’s
Billy Bob took his cards neatly from Larry as they were passed. He was thinking he might offer out his hat for ante when Fleur mentioned it. He became rather distracted when the blonde took off her top. Her headlights were rather nice. Nor compared to Fleur’s from what he could tell, but he would have to wait and see. He neatly placed his hat in the ante pile.“Here ya go.”He didnt have a lot on anyways. Just shorts socks boxers his hat and some sneakers. It had been a hot day.Larry took off his shirt as he wasnt wearing a hat, exposing his hairy back. The smell was atrocious.

 

Even Billy Bob was like “Damn Dude! “

Grabbing a can of body spray from the trailer and spraying Larry down with it.

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November 15, 2013 02:53AM
Billy Bob’s
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From fake breasts, to the incredible backwater jungles of Larry’s back, Fleur found herself gobsmacked. Why, they could bring in the TV crew from Ripley’s believe it or not, and get a month’s worth of stories in this trailer park. So shocked and disgusted was Fleur, by Larry’s hairy situation, she couldn’t help but utter.“What are you? A stand in for Chewbacca at those Sci fi fairs?” She said with her southern drawl, while Blondie was doing all she could to get Billy Bob’s attention, smooshing her boobies together, and making goose lips. Fleur looked between them and rolled her eyes. She took of her bandana, that she used to hold her hair in place and set it down on the table as her ante.“Okay..one of you deal the cards, before this turns into an episode of Animal planet.”

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November 15, 2013 03:09AM
Billy Bob’s
Billy Bob laughed at Fleur’s commentary.” Wasn’t Your mom in one of them there sideshows? ” Larry kicked Billy Bob under the table.” Don’t be talking about my momma! It was my Aunt. Aunt Janet. And she was a perfectly respectable woman. She had a disability. ” 

Larry finished dealing the cards passing out the final set of cards to each of the players. with Billy Bob snickering at Larry and grinning at Fleur wondering what she was gonna ante.

 

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November 15, 2013 03:21AM
Billy Bob’s
Blondie stared down at the bandana, that Fleur had placed as her ante, and raised an eyebrow slyly. “You can do better than that Daisy.” Her accent had a nasally sound to it, and Fleur wanted to smack her chops, for calling her Daisy. Grumbling, Fleur stood up and took off her shirt, up over her head, exposing her floral bra beneath. She dumped it in the center of the table and said.
https://i2.wp.com/stream1.gifsoup.com/view3/1456110/jamie-pressly-o.gif“Happy Pamela?” Fleur was referring to Blondie as Pamela from Bay Watch. Fake tah tahs and all. Fleur thought they must be hard as rocks, and wondered why they seemed to be a little oddly matched, one being bigger than the other.The cards dealt, two cards face down and one face up, and Fleur looked over at Billy Bob and asked;

“I didn’t know mullets were still in fashion. Billy Rae Cyrus done got rid of his. But with his daughter, I’m surprised he’s got any hair at all.” Fleur said, toying with her beer bottle.

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November 15, 2013 03:48AM
Billy Bob’s
Billy Bob watched Fleur removed her shirt. Her floral printed bra was quite nice he thought to himself.
He began to look at his cards with a wry grin.Larry was quite distracted by the blond shaking her chest. She seemed to have taken an intrest in Larrys back hair and had begun braiding it. She was quite drunk.After he heard Fleur’s comment regarding his hair Billy Bob thought it was a compliment.” Well yes it has taken me many years to grow it to what it is now. It’s retro. ” 

He then began pouring shots of shine for each of them out of the cask he had. It came from the special still he kept running periodically. It was after all a special occasion. He didnt often have a party like this.

 

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November 15, 2013 04:19AM
Billy Bob’s
“I was right…its the discovery channel.’That was Fleur’s reaction to Blondie braiding Larry’s back hair. Had they even remembered that they were playing a game of strip poker, or were they going to descend into checking each other for lice soon. One look at Blondie, and Fleur was sure that Larry would probably find some, if he went hunting in her jungle. Fleur actually felt like she had something in her mouth, watching the pair, gagging slightly, and then decided it was best to focus on the game of cards, and not the newest exhibit for the local zoo.https://i2.wp.com/i2.bebo.com/038/3/large/2007/10/20/07/2870450178a5870403597l.jpg

Checking her cards, she squealed as she had three 3.’s. Her eyes darted to Billy Bob, who was bringing over some of his own back yard moon shine for them to try. Apparently, he had his own backyard still. Fleur sniffed it warily, then asked.

“Is this eighty percent pure? I bet it could strip the paint off Blondie’s nails.”

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November 15, 2013 04:30AM
Billy Bob’s
Billy Bob had handed them all their shots of shine. Raising his glass he took a big shot of the hard liquor.” To you Fleur! Now let’s raise this ante! it’s time to raise the stakes! ” As he said it he took off his shirt exposing his lean chest. 

Larry and the blond each seemed to be preoccupied but Larry did manage to throw his socks off.

Once again luckily Billy Bob had the spray can handy and hit him up heavily with it.

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November 15, 2013 04:58AM
Billy Bob’s
There is a thing about raising the stakes, and then…there’s Larry’s socks. Those things, were a lethal weapon, when removed from his feet and thrust onto the growing pile in the middle of the table. Now, sure, Billy Bob was spraying Larry and his socks with enough Fe-breeze to wipe out a small village, but the smell had Fleur covering her nose and mouth. It..was rank.“There should be a law against his socks.” Fleur exclaimed, while Blondie seemed to be glued to Larry’s back. Truth was, her fingers were now stuck in admist of all that back hair.“A little help here.” Blondie begged as she tried to pull her fingers loose, only to have them become more entangled, than before. On closer inspection, it appeared like Larry’s hair was…still growing.https://i2.wp.com/www.superhorstjansen.de/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/joy.jpg

Fleur grabbed her shot and downed it fast, trying to stop herself from being sick. This game went from being somewhat sexy, to totally horrific. She grabbed a second shot and downed it, as Blondie squeaked, when someone offered to use a weed whacker to help free her from Larry.

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November 15, 2013 05:39AM
#9 – Della
Because of the upcoming time trials the following afternoon, Della had opted to crawl into bed early so she could be well-rested and alert. She could not afford to make mistakes.She had been asleep only an hour when the hooting and hollaring started down the street. Groaning, she shoved her pillow over her ears to drown out the noise and it seemed to work for a short time. She drifted back to sleep.https://i2.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/2933628-close-up-of-alarm-clock-young-woman-in-the-background-covering-ears-with-pillow_zps64f605ac.jpgAnother hour later, the hooting and hollaring penetrated even through the thickness of her pillows and she glanced at the clock.

“1 in the fucking morning!” she snarled, climbing out of bed. Not caring that her hair was a mess and she was in a tank top and a skimpy pair of boy shorts, she stomped out of her trailer and up the road to where she could see a roaring fire in Billy Bob’s yard. There were drunk and naked or half naked people running around creating all kinds of noise and she was outraged.

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She found Billy Bob and company in the backyard, apparently playing strip poker. And would wonders never cease? There was Ms Fleur, Trailer Park Queen of the Year.

Rolling up her imaginary sleeves, she stomped her way toward the little group, observing what looked like a deformed gorilla and a crooked titty bimbo engaged in a game of “Scratch My Back Hair & I’ll Scratch Yours”.

“Do you have any fucking idea what the fuck time it is?” Della snapped, catching everyone’s attention. “I don’t know what the hell you do for a living, but I have a fucking time trial tomorrow and I need my sleep. So tone that shit down or I’m calling the cops!”

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November 15, 2013 07:12PM
Billy Bob’s
Billy Bob was laughing his ass off as they tried to free the blond’s hands from Larry’s back. They seemed so excited at first to be “playing together”. I guessing braiding back fur could only get so exciting he thought to himself.
It was about at that time that Della came in yelling..“Do you have any fucking idea what the fuck time it is? “I don’t know what the hell you do for a living, but I have a fucking time trial tomorrow and I need my sleep. So tone that shit down or I’m calling the cops!” Billy Bob quickly responded to the situation by saying..” So sorry. Were just having a lil fun. We will try and keep it down.” 

Grinning he poured them all another glass of shine. Larry seemed a bit detached having lost a lot of back hair in the process of the removal from the blond’s hand to hair.

Billy Bob was wondering if Della would stay or head out.

Shortly after all heard a resounding yell from Larry.. OOOOOWWWWW!

 

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November 15, 2013 09:30PM
“So sorry. Were just having a lil fun. We will try and keep it down.” Billy Bob explained.”Well your fun is causing me to lose sleep. Keep it down.” she snapped.At that moment, the gorilla yelled out in pain as the blonde finally freed her fingers from his back.Shaking her head in disgust, Della went back to her own trailer, slamming the door behind her.Not sure if he would keep his word, she decided to wear her iPod to help her sleep. She clicked it over to the Soothing Sounds of Nature tracklist and slipped on her earbuds.

In no time at all, she was back to sleep.

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November 16, 2013 03:12AM
Billy Bob’s
Fleur must have been on her fourth shot of this moonshine, and she was already starting to sway, when none other than Della rocked on up and starting braying like a mule with a hot potato wedged up her ass.“Do you have any fucking idea what the fuck time it is? “I don’t know what the hell you do for a living, but I have a fucking time trial tomorrow and I need my sleep. So tone that shit down or I’m calling the cops!”Fleur looked stunned, cause like this was a trailer park, not the Hilton. Not like the people around these parts were going to obey any curfews or laws on making noise, why it only encourages them even more. What surprised Fleur, was that the monkey sex act on the other side of the picnic table was getting mighty freaky, with Blondie starting to rip out half of Larry’s back hair. Much worse than any Korean bikini waxer ever could.https://i1.wp.com/images.wikia.com/mynameisearl/images/2/2b/Catalina_with_drunk_Joy_Turner.jpg

“Ooo that sounds painful. Blazing balls Blondie, are you ripping off his skin too. You got blood all over your fingers.”Sure enough, the Blonde in her mad effort to get free of Larry’s chest hair was ripping up his back something fierce. Fleur tried to get to her feet, as the sight of his hair…the blood…Blondie’s mismatched boobies, was making her feel sick.

“Had a great time, Billy Bob…but now…now I think I’m going to go…be sick. Have a nice..*hic*…night.”

Now..Fleur didn’t really take the short way home. No sir, she took the long way…and on that way, she was sicker than a woman that just ate 2 dozen raw bad eggs. Fleur doesn’t remember exactly where she threw up…but it was in the window of someone’s car. It had a letter box near it….number…9. God help them when they get up early for their time trials.

Thankfully, after wiping her mouth and staggering a bit further, she found her trailer, and promptly fell asleep in the kiddy pool just outside the door. Luckily…it was empty.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 16, 2013 04:13AM
Billy Bob’s
Larry was writhing in agony and luckily by the next couple of shots of shine had passed out in the backyard.Fleur had bid the whole group adieu saying..“Had a great time, Billy Bob…but now…now I think I’m going to go…be sick. Have a nice..*hic*…night.” Billy Bob tried to say good night but Fleur was already walking off before he could.

The blond bombshell was all over him before long having washed herself off. Still topless she had lost her shirt somewhere in the yard. they went in the trailer supposedly “to find” a new one. Before long the trailer was shaking and moans were hard coming from the inside of the trailer.

She was a loud one. Next thing in the morning all he could remember was her ass in his face and how hard they rocked the trailer.

 

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Pine Acres Trailer Park (1) – No Limits.

16 Saturday Nov 2013

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 09, 2013 09:44PM
Carlos would come roaring down the gravel road towards his trailer before cranking the wheel to the right to throw his mustang GT-500 into a drift only to come to a stop with a squeal of tires and the sounds of gravel bouncing off the siding of the trailers. Once he was perfectly lined up with his parking pad he would back the mustang onto the parking pad before killing the engine and stepping out of the car slowly. Once he was out of the car he would pop the hood before taking his shirt off and tossing it onto a tool bench before bending over and starting to tinker once again with the engine of his mustang. After a few moments of tinkering he would straighten up and step into the car before turning the switcher before a throaty roar filled the air. Once that was done carlos would turn the car off again and set about installing a turbocharger and air intake for an even greater boost in horse power. This would take him until dusk before he finally slammed the hood back down before grabbing his shirt and wiping the grease from his hands with it not caring about that shirt in the slightest bit. Carlos would then walk into his trailer and turn on the TV before putting on the hispanic music channel and walking into the kitchen to grab some chow which happened to be KFC even though he fit as a fiddle and had the strength of a bull so to speak. Then with muscles rippling he would sit down in his lounger before starting to pick at the KFC without much thought as his thoughts where on both the Driver Della Sachs and the Pit groupie Fleur.
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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 09, 2013 09:58PM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

After spending much of the day either tanning, or swearing on her neighbours, Fleur kept checking her watch, for that crazed on again off again lover Bubba Boy Brady, to show his face and do his usual round of begging for forgiveness, complete with vouchers for Walmart as a peace offering. But turns out, Bubba Boy Brady was in the burns unit, gotten most of his butt hair burnt and melted the skin off his scrotum. Looks like poor Bubba Boy Brady was not coming back to Pine Acres anytime soon. Fleur knew she was going to have to come up with a short fall in the rent amount, and tapped her bottom lip, as she tried to figure out a good way to make extra money in a short amount of time.

She’d been reluctant to do be the Turtle wax girl for the upcoming race, since Turtle man himself was vying to come and do the honors with the checkered flag. He had a bit of a crush on old Fleur, since one trip down to New Orleans, and someone spiked her Margarita and she ended up waking up beside the bad breathed Turtle man. Ever since then, he keeps sending her turtle shells, why she had about fifteen in her front garden.

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Sighing, she went inside to make the call, that she would do the gig….and pay the price.

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November 09, 2013 10:08PM
After maybe five minutes of slouching on the chair in his living room which was facing the window Carlos’s left eyebrow would perk before he spotted Fluer making her way inside her home causing him to slowly stand and stretch with a soft yawn. Then he would slowly walk to his room and put on some cologne before pulling a shirt over his chest and heading out the door to Fluers trailer. Once he was at her trailer he would knock on her door politely and move away enough to lean against one of the porch posts and wait for her to answer the door as he raked his hands through his hair and made sure everything was in order. Carlos cared little for pit groupies but fluer she was the only exception to that. Why was that Carlos had a bit of a liking for her southern ways though he admired her from afar. He was a timid one but had was not easily intimidated however. As Carlos waited he would close his eyes slightly to hooded slits as he began to sing in a rich voice a song from his childhood. Though his mother and father where deceased he still sang this song to calm his nerves when he needed them to be calm.

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November 09, 2013 11:05PM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

You could hear the slamming of internal doors, and then the pad pad pad of Fleur’s feet as she went from one end of the trailer to the other, and then pushed the fly door open to her trailer. And who should be standing on the porch? Why none other than Carlos, who was singing as though it was for his supper.

“Carlos…Della reject you again?” She said with her southern drawl, placing her hand on her hip and giving him the not impressed expression. She knew that he had his eyes set on the Hot chocolate beauty. ((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-m9uG50mSw))

With the smell of burnt grass permeating the area, mixed in with fried chicken giblets from the next trailer, it was just one of those crazy days in the trailer park. Fleur waited for Carlos to answer her question, not being keen on the title of sloppy seconds over someone like Della.

“Time’s a-wasting, and I have a date with the TV, Carlos.”

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November 09, 2013 11:22PM
Carlos raised a brow slowly and chuckled lightly. “What gave you the idea had my eyes set on Della Fluer? Perhaps i have my eyes set on you.” He shrugged slowly and looked directly into Fluer’s eyes before blinking and reaching into his pants pocket and drawing out a wad of cash before handing it to her. “Look Fluer i want you and no other alright? There’s enough cash to cover the next three months of your rent and then some extra for you to use on what ever you want. Though i also wanted to ask you if you wanted to join my crew and become an official member of the Penzoil family Fluer.” With that being said Carlos would stop leaning upon the post before starting to walk down the steps from Fluer’s trailer after casting a longing eye over her southern body. Then he would walk slowly down the road and back to his trailer before stepping into his Mustang and turning the key to create the throaty purr that he loved. He would then stomp down on the gas pedal causing the tires to spin in place creating a squeal of tires burning against the concrete before he dropped the clutch and tore out of the trailer park in a squeal of tires and spraying of pebbles after waiting to see if Fleur would join him for this night drive.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 09, 2013 11:24PM
#9 – Della

The roar of the Shelby was loud as Della returned home. The interview with TV Guide had gone surprisingly well and she was assured it would be out in time for the new Sunday edition.

Home once more, she now had to concentrate all her energies on the upcoming Pole trials. She wanted to get a great time so she could be in position #1 when The Turtlewax 3000 race came the following weekend.

There was a message on her answering machine when she stepped into her trailer. It was from Rusty, her pit crew captain, reminding her that she needed to take Goldie out for a run before the trials so that they could make any adjustments beforehand.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she yanked it out to see Tommy’s face on the screen. Disgusted, she ignored the call, sending it to voicemail once again.

Heading into the kitchen, she happened to glance out the window and spotted Carlos loitering around outside of Fleur’s place.

“Floozey’s at it again.” she smirked, wondering how one woman like Fleur can cause so much trouble. At least Carlos’s attentions were off of Della herself. Which she was thankful for. She had no intentions of getting involved with another racer ever again.

“Egotistical assholes.” she muttered, pouring herself a glass of juice before she made herself comfortable on the couch. She flipped through the TV and saw that one of her favorite movies, “Cannonball Run” was on. She settled back to enjoy.

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November 10, 2013 11:58PM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

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That Carlos was one scum sucking no good maggot infested weasel, thinking he could buy off Fleur with his big fancy wad of notes, and claims that he only had eyes for her. Then he must have eyes in the back of his head, his fingers, and his dick, cause they always looking at other women. Fleur chewed her gum lazily as he said his peace, and then strolled off to his fancy car, that near tore up the bitumen, as he headed for the local. No way was she going to be his next victim, no siree bob. One thing about Fleur, she was mighty independent, and liked it that way. Sure, she had her sights on one day being Mrs Nascar, but for now, she had bigger problems…the rent. And just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“FLOWER!!…Randy done throw me and the kids out on the street, and shacked up with some funky squinty eyed ching chong, that does them fancy nails. Can me, and the kids come stay, I promise you won’t be hearing a peep.”

Shock a dollar, it was Joelene and her rag tag bunch of kids; seven in all to six different fathers. Last one, she was holding in her arms was as dark as chocolate drops, and Randy from memory was …..so not. Joelene had pulled up in her beaten up station wagon, with all the kids hanging out, either picking their noses or pulling each other’s hair.

Fleur wanted the ground to just swallow her up, as the screams and hoots from the kids had her putting her hands up to her ears.

“I can have ya here till Sunday…after that you gotta get things right with Randy.” Fleur said with her hands on her hips, as Joelene passed her the newest baby and kissed her cheek. The baby smelt so funky, that Fleur’s face turned green.

“You got any beers?” Joelene said, wiping her hand under her nose and sniffing loudly.

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“Not for long…”

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November 15, 2013 12:17AM
Billy Bob’s

Billy bob had been watching a lot of the comings and goings in the park. Drinking being one of his favorite past times he decided that it was time to party. Inviting a few of his friends over the back of his yard soon became rather raucous. Billy Bob was on his 6th or 7th beer by the time he began howling like a dog. There was a stripper bouncing around nearly topless on the trampoline out back. His mechanic buddy was doing a keg stand while the rest of them all began dancing around a pit fire. They even had their own homemade hot tub. The music was bumping and soon even the neighbors might show up.

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One could only guess?

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 15, 2013 01:04AM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

Fleur’s trailer had become a mad house, with the kids having more or less taken over much of the living areas. Fleur tried to rain the little buggers in, but needless to say that after Joelene had made the kids some special herb muffins, using Fleur’s secret stash….the kids were tripping.

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Unable to stand it anymore, she could see the flicker of flame coming from up Billy Bob’s end of the trailer park. There was hollaring and hooting, and people clearly having a better time, than Fleur was at that moment. As one kiddy toddled past with a cereal box on his head, and slamming into the walls, Fleur announced.

“Going out…don’t you burning down my trailer while I’m gone. AND if I find any you in my bedroom, I swear I’m gonna make sure none of you can sit for a year. COMPRENDE?” Joelene swaggered out of the kitchen, with young Randy jnr on her hip. “I got this Flower…you go have yourself some fun.” Fleur was not entirely trusting of Joelene being alone in her trailer, even with all those kids. Slamming the fly door, she headed down the small dirt road up to Billy Bob’s, where they had set up a rather interesting new hot tub…over an open fire pit. She could hear Billy Bob hollaring like some old yella, and she put her hands on her hips and said.

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“How many you done have to drink, Billy Bob? No full moon tonight, unless you decide to drop your pants.” One of the other girls at the party handed Fleur a beer, and she cracked it open with her right breast. “Let’s get this party started…woooohooooo!”

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 15, 2013 01:33AM
Billy Bob’s

Fleur arrived just after Billy Bob had finished his second howl. She said..

“How many you done have to drink, Billy Bob? No full moon tonight, unless you decide to drop your pants.” 

Billy Bob laughed drinking his beer.

“Maybe after a game of strip poker. I’m down. Ya scured? “

Taking a deck of cards he layed them out on the picnic table daring Fleur, Larry and the other blonde who had just cracked the beer open with her titties to play.

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Pine Acres Trailer Park – No Limits.

11 Monday Nov 2013

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(RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 05, 2013 10:59PM
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Pine Acres Trailer Park is located on the west end of town from the race track. Please request your trailer number in the requests thread.

Trailers are situated with the even numbers on the right side of the street, odd numbers on the left. If you don’t see a number listed, it’s up for grabs. It’s a big park.

Residents:

#01 (Manager’s Office) – Billy-Bob Furman
#03 – Kaspars and Rhiannon Balodis
#07 – Carlos Mendoza
#09 – Della Sachs
#13 – Fleur De Prix

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 07, 2013 09:38PM
#1 Outside the trailer

Billy-Bob was outside washing his current it fix it project an old ford mustang. It was found on the local craigslist. He had been trying to put an oversized motor in it. Thinking how much the ladies would love such a big block. It hadnt fit well and his friend was supposed to come down later and see what he could do to help him adjust the design. So now he was out trying to look cool for the new ladies who had moved in as they drove past. He semi-flexed as he moved around the car thinking they muct love this ride. He was gonna be the talk of the trailer park once it was done. Sipping on his beer he hoped he would get to meet some of them soon. They had stopped for the keys but other than picking up envelopes hadnt spoken to anyone. He knew before long they would need his help though. He was the manager after all.

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November 07, 2013 10:19PM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

As per usual, there was never a dull moment at Fleur’s trailer. One could hear the yelling and cursing a mile up the road, and sure enough the door to the trailer was flung open and stuff started being thrown out. First a half packed suitcase, followed by a Ford comforter and matching pillow…then a stuffed dog named Rudy. More things were flying out the window, as Fleur’s voice was reaching fever pitch.

“Don’t you be tryin’t to lie to me, Bubba Boy Brady. I know the smell of cheap avon perfume and no 69 cherry red lippy on your collar. Not..to mention the marks on your zipper. You sly son of a bitch. I don’t wear that mexican crap on my perf FACE. Get your ass outta my trailer…for I set fire to your Jimmy Dean T collection!” Fleur had caught her boyfriend out after he had come home late, and sure enough, she was armed. Marching out of her bedroom with a flame thrower armed and cocked, she pointed it at his arm full of black T’s.

“ONE!”

“Baby…please!”

‘TWO!”

“You’re being irrational!”

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Suddenly a burst of flames fires out of the trailer door, as Bubba Boy Brady, ran for his life, smoldering and burnt black.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 07, 2013 10:59PM
#9 – Della Sachs

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The decked-out Shelby GT500 roared through the entrance of the park, kicking dirt and gravel at the manager as he was attempting to try and woo some of the more “well-endowed” (i.e. “big breasted bimbos”) residents of the park.

The driver ignored the man’s yelling at her to “slow the fuck down!” as she sped toward home. Even though the speed limit in the park was 10 miles an hour, Della Sachs drove her personal car like she did her racecar – fast and without regard for the rules.

She narrowly avoided hitting a man, who looked like his ass might have been on fire. She made a face when she saw Fleur standing outside her home. Was that a flamethrower on her back?

“Looks like Fleur and Bubba are at it again.” she smirked to herself. Those two provided so much entertainment to the residents of the park, it was like watching a redneck version of “Days of Our Lives”. They’d make up in a day or two and then the cycle would start all over again.

Della shook her head as she screeched to a stop in front of her own home.

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The mocha-skinned bombshell stepped from her car, sunglasses perched on her nose as she took in everything around her. Her cell phone rang and she looked at the display to see it was her ex, Tommy. She sent it to voicemail, not wanting to hear whatever trouble he’d gotten himself into this time. The last time it was because she had to bail his stupid ass out of jail when he got caught picking up an undercover cop dressed as a prostitute.

“Screw him.” she snapped. They had been divorced for well over 3 1/2 years, and he always called her when he was in dire straights. “Asshole.” she muttered, heading into her mobile home.

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November 08, 2013 08:42AM
#03- Kaspars and Rhiannon Balodis

Fleetwood Mac was blaring from trailer number three, the windows open for the whole park to hear. Rhiannon stood in front of her dresser and mirror, carefully applying her layers and layers of eye make-up. Smiling as she put on her dark lipstick, she thought about just how much freedom she had to dress the way she wanted now that her parents were an ocean away. Pulling back, she seemed satisfied with her look. Today she added a streak of purple to her hair, and she loved it. It went perfectly with her black on black uniform for work. That was what made Victoria’s Secret perfect for her. Rhiannon got to wear black, wear as much make-up as she wanted…and she was surrounded by lingerie. Despite the fact that she was a virgin, she loved dressing up in lace and corsets. It was her world. As she tilted her head to examine herself, she contemplated how her racing uniform would look decked out in lace. Victoria’s Secret would be her dream sponsor and provide her with such necessities. As she silently looked over her ensemble, the sound of snorting snapped her out of her thoughts. A frown darkened her pale face as she walked out of her room and down the hallway to their tiny kitchen table. Though they lived in a trailer, it was a nice trailer. Courtesy of their parent’s money, of course. Hey, they were writing checks to them to supply Rhiannon with proper living quarters while attending her “boarding school.” Why let the money go to waste?
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Seeing Kaspars sitting their rubbing his nose infuriated her. Stepping up to her brother, she snapped “What the fuck are you doing? Are you seriously snorting coke right now? You realize we’re three fucking trailers down from the goddamn park manager?”

Kaspars turned his head slowly to fixate his bright blue eyes on his sister. Smile slowly, he raised an eyebrow “Do you realize the windows are open? Now who’s the idiot.”

Rhiannon stood there spluttering with her arms crossed. He had a point. But then again, he shouldn’t be doing drugs to begin with. Shaking her head with disgust, she snapped at him again “Do you have any idea what would happen if anyone found out you were doing drugs while racing? You would lose your sponsors, everything, like that.”

Rolling his eyes, her brother just kicked his seat back to look up at her lazily “Jesus, you sound like mom. Why don’t you just run along to work like a good little girl. You still have to be back to make dinner.”

Sometimes, Kaspars was just infuriating. Shaking her head again, she brushed past him “Why don’t you run along to practice driving like a good little loser you are. It’s a wonder you haven’t won any races since being in America with all the shit you’ve been doing instead.”
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Kaspars looked at his sister furiously and leaned forward dangerously. His sister backed up when she saw the look in his eyes. She knew that look too well. After staring her down for a few moments, he lifted a hand to mutter “Fuck you. Get out of here.”

Oh too willing to oblige her junkie brother, Rhiannon turned around and practically ran out the door. Climbing down the steps to their trailer, she turned to look back at their home forlornly. Why did it have to be this way? Turning to look at her baby, the love of her life, she climbed into her car and sped away.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 08, 2013 09:12PM
#9 – Della

Fixing herself some lunch, she turned on the television and sat down to watch one of her favorite channels, RaceTV. Bob Costas was doing a live segment in the conference room of one of the local hotels. She turned up the volume and bit into her chicken salad sandwich.

“Hello, Racing Fans! I’m Bob Costas and I am coming to you live from the conference room at The Renaissance Hotel, where former Formula One racer, Bobby Williams is giving a press conference. For those who don’t know who Bobby Williams is, he was recently barred from the Formula One circuit among allegations of inappropriate behavior, drug usage and gambling. He wants to try his hand at stock car racing and has entered the much anticipated Turtle Wax 3000, taking place next weekend right here on RaceTV. I see Mr Williams coming in now, so let’s go down to the floor.”

Della snorted when Bobby strolled into the room, face hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. She had done her research on this guy and didn’t think he’d be much competition. Too much booze, too much drugs and too many women. “He’d probably have slow reflexes at the wheel.” she thought to herself.

He threw up the victory sign and Della just shook her head. “What a moron.” she snorted. Bobby sat down, his agent hovering nearby and called for the first question.

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“…is it true that since arriving on American soil, that you have already been arrested for possession of narcotics, after your trip to Vegas?”

“I called it.” Della smirked, sipping her soda. She chuckled when Bobby got the “deer-in-the-headlights” look on his face and was about to answer the question when his agent shoved him into his seat and snatched the microphone.

“Ahaha…that was a look a like, yes Bobby has some crazed fans that look..just like him and the whole thing was a stunt by a certain television network, who we are currently suing so we can’t comment.” the woman stated in a no-nonsense manner. Della nearly fell off her couch, laughing her ass off at that answer. Another question was tossed out and she quieted to hear.

“Bobby…how does it feel to now be downgraded from formula one to nascar…you must be pretty dissapointed.”

She watched the change come over his face as if he were thinking about his sudden fall from grace. He had been at the top of his game before drugs and booze dragged him down.

“He could be competition if he cleaned his act up.” she stated.

“Well….Mother always said, when life throws lemons at you…to suck harder. So…here I am, ready to suck it up, and show all you yanks how it’s done. If only you could drive on the right side of the road. Man…I have written off five hire cars in a week.”

“Welcome to America, dickhole!” Della yelled at the TV.

“Is it true you knocked up the Mayor’s sixteen year old daughter?” came a question from near the back of the room. There was a dull roar as the cameras and flashbulbs went insane and it was nearly impossible to see Bobby in all the chaos. He was struggling to yank the microphone from his agent’s hands as he yelled out his answer.

“She said she was 18…ENTRAPMENT…EN-BLOODY-TRAPMENT!”

Security came into the room to try and restore order and the camera panned back to Bob Costas.

“And that was Bobby Williams, newest racer on the stock circuit. He will join countless others to race for the top spot in the Turtle Wax 3000 next weekend. Join us live, right here on RaceTV for full race coverage and results. Guest commentator will be box-office movie star, Adam Sandler. I’m Bob Costas and you’re watching RaceTV.”

Della sat back in her seat.

“Oh yeah…I got this.” she smirked, anticipating a good race next weekend.

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November 08, 2013 11:17PM
The sounds of an engine roaring to life filled the trailer park with its throaty purr. Of course as usual Carlos Mendoza was tinkering with his Shelby Mustang GT-500 trying to coax an ever greater amount of horsepower from the big block engine. As Carlos tinkered with his beloved Mustang his long black hair would be done into a pony tail for the moment. His muscled forearms where coated in grease as his radio was heard playing some hispanic music that was his heritage. He wore no shirt leaving his chest free for all to see before he looked to the right and then left as he grunted something unheard out of frustration while he continued to tinker with the engine before setting the socket wrench to the side and grabbing a grease stained rag from his back pocket to wipe the sweat from his forehead and the grease from his hands and forearms. Once he was somewhat clean he would close the hood revealing an after market scoop before he sat down in the padded leather driver’s seat and turned the key which created a loud throaty roar to come from the engine as Carlos smiled slightly. Oh yes that was the desired result he wanted from his car as he fondly patted the hood before walking into his trailer to show and clean up which took his about maybe fifteen minutes. He then returned and hopped into the sea blue mustang GT-500 and keyed the engine to life creating the throaty roar that Carlos lived for before he gunned the engine creating a squeal of tires and a cloud of smoke on the parking pad in front of his Trailer which was #7 before he dropped the clutch and tore out of the trailer park with a second squeal of tires and a spraying of pebbles. He was headed for the PitStop Restaurant and Bar to hang out and have a soda or two and maybe a beer if he was really thirsty.

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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 09, 2013 12:38AM
#1 Billy Bob’s

Billy bob finally had his friend arrive a burly looking smelly looking man. He smelled like a combination of re-fried beans and day old bacon. Luckily his mechanical genius made up for his lack of hygeine. Larry “Shit-paper” Chambers as he was called was a maintenance man and all around glorified toilet cleaner. However he was really just a well to do janitor with some really good mechanical skills. Billy-bob was glad to have him come check the motor out. As he checked over the whole design throwing poarts everywhere he hit Billy Bob a few times in the head yelling.. “Are you always such a douche, Billy Bob? This is all wrong! God damn dude! ” 

Billy bob looked at his friend with digust leaning against the other end of the car, trying to get out of range of the now flying parts. The mechanic seemed pissed. ” Do you always smell so bad? ” 

Realizing it was pointless he gathered the rest of the parts together fixing the rig as he could. The motor was now fitting in right but he needed to lift it properly and reset it. Using a winch he began to relift it and move the whole piece back into place. Billy bob watched the whole process like a moron, handing him tools as he needed just drinking some beer and flexing to the passing hunnies as they rode in. Larry was tired when he finally got it all in place but as the Mustang roared to life it was now a fully customed AM/21-15 GT Fastback 1965 Ford Mustang but with a much larger motor. It now had a 429 cu in (7.0 L) Boss V8 Cobra 4-barrel engine in it.
His work done the redneck handed him a quick hundred dollar bill. easy money he thought all things considered. He had got to watch the hunnies as they drove through and enjoy beer with his friend. They both sat back watching the women come and go.
As the engine roared to Life Itscared the crap out of the neighbors cat as it nearly backfired blowing out of lot of leftover carbon built up in the exhaust as a result of the larger block. Luckily the frame handled it well.

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It was one hell of a ride…

“Life is a garden, dig it?”

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November 09, 2013 08:06AM
#13 – Fleur De Prix

Fleur finally emerged from her trailer, sporting her juicy tight bum shorts, and star spangled bikini top. Her blonde curls were in two pig tails with red and blue ribbon and she was rubbing her finger across the front of her teeth, and surveying the blackened grass that now surrounded her trailer. A few garden gnomes copped a blast of the infernal heat of her flame thrower, and were now sludge like puddles in amonst her smoldering daises. She saw a few of her neighbours were already out and staring at her trailer that was always a point of interest in the park, when she sneered and placed her hands on her svelte hips.

“What’chya all lookin’ at? Ain’t ya’ll seen Cops? Nothing to look at now…go back to sexing ya cousins, assholes.” she said with her usual single finger salute, before slapping her backside. Now she was without a love….again. Well for the next week or so, till that yella belly came crawling back with his tail between his legs. No doubt, Fleur was a looker, and she had it where it counts, but boy, was she trouble when angry.

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Hearing the revving of engines further up, she wondered if there was any new fine male specimens to try her tricks on, but once she saw it was the trailer park manager and his mate, she shuddered and sauntered over to her deck chair, and got ready to do some serious sun baking.


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Re: (RP) Pine Acres Trailer Park
November 09, 2013 09:21AM
#9 – Della

Lounging on the couch after finishing her lunch, Della thought her day would be a quiet one.

Until her cell phone rang.

She picked it up and saw her manager’s number and picture on the screen and she hit the speakerphone to answer it.

“Hey, Yvonne. What’s up?”

“What the hell do you mean, ‘what’s up?’ Yvonne’s angry voice came down the line. Della frowned.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“You were supposed to be at Pitstop an hour ago for the TV Guide interview!” Della looked up at the clock and swore.

“Shit! I forgot, Yvonne. I was running errands for Mom this morning.”

“Nevermind that. Just get your ass here ASAP.”

“I’ll be there yesterday.” Della stated, quickly hanging up. She dashed into her bedroom to change her shirt, fix her hair and touch up her makeup before she was running back out the door.

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In a revving of the engine and a squeal of tires, she roared out of the park, narrowly avoiding knocking over the stop sign on the corner.

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The Renaissance Hotel – No Limits.

11 Monday Nov 2013

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(RP) The Renaissance Hotel
November 07, 2013 09:13PM
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Located a few miles from the race tracks, The Renaissance Hotel houses national and international superstars to the racing circuit.

RESIDENTS:

Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

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November 08, 2013 07:11AM
Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

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~Knock…knock…knock~ “Bobby?…Bobby, open the door, its Cynthia.”

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Inside on the massive king sized bed was Bobby….and three race track groupies, all naked of course. Under the pile, was a disheveled looking Bobby, who groggily held his head up out of the melee, and had one eye open. ~Shit..its Cynthia~ he thought, then slammed his right hand to his temple. Oh….the pain of a hangover. It had been one hell of a party…least what he remembers. He remembers kissing a girl, not..having sex with all three. Some must have crawled in a bit later. Yeah, that’s a good story. Gently drawing back the arms of the trackside lovelies, who each moaned softly as he crawled out of bed, he looked back and sighed. Going to be fun when they wake up.

~SLAM SLAM SLAM~ “BOBBY..you have a press conference in….30 minutes. Answer the door, or I call security.”Cynthia sung out, now getting really annoyed. Starkers, he wandered through the broken glass, streamers, cake, and other bodies, till he got to the door and opened it partially.

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“Shit…you woke me up. What press conference?”“Bobby said irritably, giving his nuts a scratch in plain sight of her. Cynthia pushed the door open and then gaped wide eyed at the state of his penthouse.

“The….press conference about you giving up the BOOZE AND DRUG LIFESTYLE…oh fuck me life.” Cynthia said, bringing up her hands to her face, as Bobby looked sheepish.

“Want some cornflakes first?”

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November 08, 2013 08:57AM
The Conference Room

The lightbulbs were flashing madly, as Cynthia led a sunglass wearing Bobby into the conference room, and up to the front table, where other sponsers were already seated, in anticipation of Bobby Williams first press conference since being in the US and part of the national racing touring car championships. Bobby did the V for victory signal with his right hand, while Cynthia smiled brightly, though she squinted through it all. This was going to be torture, and not just for her.

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Once seated, Bobby picked up the mic and pointed to the first reporter.

“You have a question, Miss?”

“Joanne Anderson, Burnout Weekly…is it true that since arriving on American soil, that you have already been arrested for possession of narcotics, after your trip to Vegas?”

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Bobby was about to answer, with a dumb expression, when Cynthia grabbed the mic and growled at Bobby to sit, through gritted teeth. “Ahaha…that was a look a like, yes Bobby has some crazed fans that look..just like him and the whole thing was a stunt by a certain television network, who we are currently suing so we can’t comment. Next question, please? Yes, man in black at the back.”

“Bobby…how does it feel to now be downgraded from formula one to nascar…you must be pretty dissapointed.”

Bobby’s face fell, as the mention of him being thrown off the Formula 1 circuit, hit him hard.

“Well….Mother always said, when life throws lemons at you…to suck harder. So…here I am, ready to suck it up, and show all you yanks how it’s done. If only you could drive on the right side of the road. Man…I have written off five hire cars in a week.”

Cynthia face palmed, as Bobby grinned at a small female reporter, who was struggling to be seen, her hand in the air.

“Go ahead short stuff, what’s buttering your muffin?”

“Errr…Sally Winters, Muscle Cars Monthly. Is it true you knocked up the Mayor’s sixteen year old daughter?”

At this, the conference went into meltdown, as Bobby asked.

“She said she was 18…ENTRAPMENT…EN-BLOODY-TRAPMENT!”

Cynthia was madly trying to get the mic back, as security had to be called to deal with the out of control crowd of reporters.

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