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Teeny Christine


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Date: Jan 12, 2009
A New Puss In Town
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The sun began to rise over the horizon, and morning had set onto the city of Rome. The sun's bright rays beamed through the window, shining down on a nude, lithe frame lying in a bed of white linen. Slender arms stretched high above her head as those curvy, short stems stretched below, curling in red, painted toes. A loud, long yawn escaped her coral, lush swells and a soft purr vibrated from her bare throat. A full day in a new home would be spent roaming the city and buying new clothes and accessories. Last night was quite the event for the little, leopard vixen. First, she threatened the taxi cab driver, and then was posing in front of non-professional photographer with Old Man River by her side insulting the kitten. A motorcycle blew up and Christine flew into a brick wall, and was rescued by a sexy, charming man who was praying. During the explosion, the burst picked up her luggage, and everything that she owned was scattered in the streets, full of mud, dirt, and smoke from the bike and the fire trucks rolling by to cease the flames. The first night, and already she ended up in a man's arms. It didn't surprise her at all; hell, she's a famous model, and all the guys drooled over her at some point in their lives when flipping through a Rolling Stone magazine or Maxim. She just welcomed it, inhaled it, breathed it in with all the curiousness a leopard could behold.

It was a scene, very much like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman where she dressed in the most sluttiest thing in the lobby, and the manager of the hotel helped her out in buying a new dress, though instead of being in permanent marker thigh boots, Christine was in the silk, white lingerie dress she arrived in last night, and not to mention, blown up in, so the dress was completely covered in dirt and burn stains. Not very much white at all. In the midst of gaping mouths, she descended to the first floor and immediately into one of the boutiques for a better attire. "Posso aiutarla?" Christine arched a thin brow to the older brunette when she approached. "In English, please." The woman cleared her throat, scanning Christine with dark eyes that looked upon her with disgust. "Can I help you.." The woman inclined in a snooty tone. "As a matter of fact you can. I need a dress. My clothes are all over the streets, probably in the sewers now. So how about you drop the attitude and help me out because I have lots of money to spend, and no clothes to wear. Otherwise, I wouldn't be dressed like a dirty slut." The woman then laughed and nodded. "Of course signora, I will help you. Let's start over here." After a few hours went by, Christine bought quite a few outfits, and put one of them on to go more shopping around the city.

Mid-day, and that bottomless pit she calls her stomach, was growling like the snow white beast inside. White, stiletto heels carried an hourglass, curvaceous sculpture into a restaurant, and it was not just any restaurant. It was a high-class, chandeliers for lights with exquisite Italian cuisine restaurant for people with lots of dough to dine. She walked through the doors while the sun beamed through the area, and it was like watching a vision of supernatural beauty brightly glowing in a hazey dream. A black, short pencil skirt hung from her waist, the bottom hem stopping mid-drift to lightly graze across those thick, luscious thighs of a creamy, tan flush. A white, pinstripped collared shirt squeezed her top frame; a few buttons undone to reveal the valley of her full, suppled breasts slightly divulging from the opening, and a black linen waist cincher framing her dainty torso. Of course she was much better ensembled than she was last night, though she seemed to have caught many peoples' attention, in which she screamed for. Yes, she was an attention hogger, she needed to be in the spotlight at all times, or she would make herself center stage. "Posso portare il suo ordine signora?" The waiter said as he approached her table with a smile. "Jesus, does anyone know how to speak English? I mean damn, I don't look Italian, do I?" She sighed, trying to read the menu, though failed miserably when not knowing what the hell she was reading. "Inglesi, Inglesi!" The waiter arched a brow, and bowed. Who in the hell bows? "What would you like to order, signora?" Christine was getting aggravated, then again, she was in a foreign country, so she had to learn the language. "I don't understand a word on this menu. So how about a steak, rare, with mashed potatoes and green beans. And the best bottle of wine, if you have that on the menu." The waiter nodded and disappeared from her table.

Almost an hour passed, and the meal was placed before her. Christine took one bite of her steak, and it was cold. Something clicked, not knowing what, perhaps the years of sexual abuse and torture, clicked, and she went off like a screaming siren. "Excuse me waiter! My food is cold! It's not supposed to be cold! This is a high-class restaurant and your restaurant is not supposed to serve cold food!! I want it hot!! A HOT FUCKING MEAL! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK!" She yelled this as she stood from her chair, lifting the edge of the table and threw it across the room. Food was all over the place, glasses were shattered, and the little leopard kitten stood there, fuming from the edges. Then, in the midst of people staring at her, and the waiters calling for help, she threw herself on the floor, kicking and screaming like a two year old. Her hands went to her head first, pulling out strands with force, and then to her new dress, ripping the material clean open to reveal her black lace bra beneath the white linen. She was close to the brink of shifting into her leopard; she could almost feel the beast clawing at her insides, but instead, she mimiced the action on the outside.


-- Edited by Teeny Christine at 20:13, 2009-01-12

-- Edited by Teeny Christine at 20:19, 2009-01-12

-- Edited by Teeny Christine at 16:26, 2009-01-13

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Teeny Christine


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Date: Jan 13, 2009
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The porcelain cat inside called for help. Christine had seen this once with the old pard when someone was in danger. Perched upon a rocky, high cliff on the metaphysical plane, the leopard arched her neck back and howled to the open air, echoing in the sky like a loud jet plane speeding through the clouds. She called to the others of her kind, even to the tigers, the wolves, the jungle cats, the animals that hunted on the grounds of Italy. She hoped that someone or something was listening, if they had it in their heart to save a life in danger of her own self. On the surface, the tiny lithe frame was writhing on the carpet, tearing and scratching at her smooth skin as small beads of blood trickled from the open wounds. Finally, one of the waitors poured a pitcher of water upon the temper throwing woman, and Christine slowly fell out of that crazy spell.

She opened her eyes to stare upon men and women of the restaurant surrounding her, touching her, shaking her, asking her if she was alright. The police came bursting through the doors, and helped Christine get onto her feet and sat her down upon a chair. "Signora, you have to come with us, now." She was like a zombie, dead to the world, and without hesitation, not even a nod, she put her head down as the police cuffed her and lead her inside their vehicle. They drove to the station mid-city, not too far away from her hotel, and placed her in a cell. The metal bar door closed so hard and loud within the empty jail, bouncing off each stone wall with a loud thud that rung in her ears. She jumped, woke up from the zombie state, and stepped to the door, both hands gripping on the bars. She was in a cage again, but at least this one was bigger than the other. "Excuse me sir! Why am I in jail? What have I done?" She called out to the guard sitting by her door, watching tv. "Assult and battery. A taxi driver came to us the night a motorcycle blew up, and said that you held a knife to his neck and told him to drop you off in front of a hotel. Is that correct Ms. Hamilton? How strange that you were in the area where the bike blew up. You wouldn't happen to know who did it, would you?" Fuck. The driver obviously did not listen to Christine when she said she'll kill his family if he ratted out.

Hands released from the bars, and were folded across her chest, still ripped open to reveal the scratches and her black, lace bra. "If I told you, would you let me out?" The police man laughed heartily. "Someone needs to bail you out. And when that person does, we'll let you go with a clean record if you tell us the person who blew up the motorcycle. The owner is very, very upset." Christine thought long and hard for a moment. She had no idea who would bail her out because she didn't really know anyone. "I didn't catch her name but I know what she looks like. I got a glimpse of her right before she kicked over the bike and blew it up. Dark hair, white skin, piercings on her face and I think some tattoos. She had a knife in her chest, and from what I over heard, it was a fake knife. People with fake knives in their chest usually mean one thing; they might be an extra or an actress in a movie. I hope that helps some." The police man had his notepad out, writing down the description of the woman who did it. "We'll have to go to the producers who is filming this movie in the city, and ask each person in the cast. Thank you Ms. Hamilton. Still, you can't get out until someone bails you. Mine as well get comfortable in that cell." A long, slow sigh blew from those coral, lush swells, and she walked back to the cold, metal bench in the cage, and sat down. While Christine continued to sulk in her cell, the police man rushed to the phone and called the owner. When her voicemail picked up, he left a message. "Ms. Asing, we have a witness about your case. She is here at the station if you would like to talk to her."


-- Edited by Teeny Christine at 17:44, 2009-01-13

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The Bitch Wolf


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Date: Jan 13, 2009
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Settled in the warmth of her Attorney's office in one of the plush leather chairs she watched the man attack who was ever on the other side of the phone.  Loke lifted a brow, although she had Anthony for less then a month he fought for her lost things like it was his own.  Her head was set against the back of the chair as she glared up moodily at the ceiling and it's tiled art decor.   She had thankfully been driven by Llids to the police station where Anthony had met her, dressed in his suit as if he had been wiating dressed and ready for the moment when he could jump in and play the saving grace.  Although it was a bit of an over dramatic thing, since Llidya vouched for her where abouts so she had an alibi and they stopped suspecting her of blowing her own bike up. 

It was only after that Llidya had driven her back to the pack house so she could pick up the new now not matching BMW car and drive back to her attorney's office.  She had been there all morning with him switching between yelling into the phone and just talking to people.  Sure she felt the pang of loosing her motorcycle, but the real worry had been the laptop.  If anyone could break past her password encryptions, which she figured would be easy since she wasn't a computer geek, there was so much information they had at there fingertips.

Her cellphone startled her out of the thoughts as she lifted it to her ear, Anthony already turning to look at her and saying his regrets to who ever he was on the phone with.   "Loke"

"Ms. Asing, we have a witness about your case. She is here at the station if you would like to talk to her."

Loke blinked at the phone and stood quickly, waving Anthony to follow her.  She didn't explain instead simply said "Yes, I'll be there shortly thank you."  With Anthony at her heels, they headed downtown to the station.  Anthony battering her with questions, most of which she ignored.  She wanted to know who the witness was and if she could get any information out of the person.

Once at the station, Anthony did most of the talking and Loke was brought back to the cell.  She stepped up to the bars and stared at the young woman within, her nose registering cat along with her wolves.  Leopard, ugh.

"I heard you saw what happened to my bike?" 


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Teeny Christine


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Date: Jan 13, 2009
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Christine assumed that the police man called the owner of the bike because there she was, standing outside of her cell asking about it. The snow white beast inside perked suddenly, lifting her nose in the air and caught the scent of a wolf, and even saw the pup curled within the depths of the woman; however, the wolf did not seem too pleased to the leopard. Christine sat up from the bench and walked over to the bars that divided her and the beautiful brunette.

"Yes. A girl with piercings on her face, white skin, and a fake knife sticking out from her chest kicked over your bike and it blew up. And I flew backwards and slammed into a brick wall, too from the explosion! Man, that shit hurt. I'm Christine, by the way."

Even locked in a cell, she smiled sweetly to the woman, and slipped her hand through one of the bars. Maybe this was the person who heard her call and came to bail her out of jail! That would be sweet.

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Loke stared down at Christine as she let a crap full of information roll out of her lips.  She started to frown at the fake knife thing, okay maybe this girl was cracking out.  But either way, she said she saw something.  Maybe she would remember something else that might trigger some new memory.  Hands lifted and folded across her chest as she offered her hand, after a long moment she unhooked one hand and gave her offered one, one pump up and down.

"Lokelani, how old are you Christine? "  Loke looked at her expectidly and then frowned when she answered.  God so young, and already in jail.  Her head turned toward Anthony as he stood to the side watching the scene.

"Post her bail."  Anthony looked like he might  refuse but rethought himself as she frowned.  He nodded his head and headed back to the front of the station.  Loke's amber eyes returned to Christine's sweet smiling face.  "I'm bailing you out but if you make me regret it, well lets just say, I've been doing this a lot longer then you have, and I'm probably a lot meaner then you are lil' bit."

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Teeny Christine


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Date: Jan 19, 2009
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Christine had no idea why age mattered in this predicament, but replying to Loke, the wolf seemed disappointed. Christine may have looked younger, and acted younger, but she was not as young as people thought. Beast wise, yes, she was young, and the alpha wolf could tell immediately that the leopard was just a starting point to a crazy, long race in Rome. When Anthony gave cold, hard cash to the police man, the man in blue stepped over to the cell with the keys rattling in his hand, and smiled to Christine. "Don't cause anymore trouble Ms. Hamilton. I doubt anyone would post your bail again." Christine jumped, yes jumped for complete joy when the bar door flung open and she ran out of the cell, immediately jumping into Loke's arms.

"I promise I won't do anything to make you regret! I swear it!" She cried, hugging and squeezing Loke so tightly, burrying her face into those plumpy bosoms, rubbing a smooth, soft cheek into the woman's valley. That was the only place Christine could snug with affection and appreciation since the woman towered over her. After showering the woman with hugs and kisses, Christine released from her body and jumped around in the station screaming, "I'm free! I'm free! Yay for me!!" Noticing the odd look from Loke as she bounced around like a wild and crazy bouncy ball, Christine cleared her throat, stepped next to the woman and stood there, waiting patiently to leave. As the papers were filled, Christine and Loke walked out of the station, and into the warm, Roman sun. It felt good to be free.

-End storyline

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