Post by corynnejustice on May 13, 2010 3:20:55 GMT -5
CORYNNE ELYSSE JUSTICE
FULL NAME: corynne elysse justice
NICKNAMES: cor
AGE: twenty one
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: new york city, new york
CLASS STATUS: lower class
CURRENT STATUS: single, but on the hunt for love
MEMBER GROUP: resident
PLAY BY: kayla ewell
FAVORITE FOOD?
anything from china town
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
nope
FAVORITE COLOR?
green
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
cor doesn't get embarrassed.
FAVORITE DRINK?
anything alcoholic
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
psh, who knows. hopefully with a roof over my head, but who knows? furthermore who cares? take life one day at a time, and sleep with who you gotta sleep with to get where you need to be. we do things eva peron-style.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
valentine's day
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
cor hooks it to pay rent.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
night time is where we live, night is when we give everything we have to give
NAME A FANTASY?
ask me to share your fantasy dear, but don't ask me where tomorrow is... find love, i suppose. find a real life with financial stability and romance.
I crawled up the stairs to her apartment. Usually, stairs wouldn't be a problem for me, but I had locked myself out again and I was in the process of crawling up the fire escape in four-inch heals and a mini skirt. I was concerned for my modesty, because there were two guys below me smoking god only knew what and whistling at me.
"That's quite a view, honey," called one of the men in a lewd manner. "Why don't you come down here and give us a better look?"
I rolled my eyes and told them exactly where to stick their cigarettes, and at long last I reached the open window of my apartment. The window had never locked properly- such was the downfall of living mostly rent-free- and lately it wouldn't even stay shut. So here I was, crawling through the broken thing into my own apartment like a common thief.
It was three a.m., and I was flipping exhausted. But alas, the "rent" had come due, and so I'd spent the better part of my evening and some of the wee morning hours at my landlord's Upper East Side flat paying my dues. Good thing he was an attractive man, and he was reasonably likable to boot. Honestly. He wasn't a bad person. Neither am I, for that matter. But I needed a place to live, and he had needs of his own, so we worked out an agreement. We were really quite fond of each other, actually. I didn't mind being with him, because he cooked dinner every time I came over, and we would chat and then go upstairs. Sometimes, it didn't even involve sex. So it was really more of a friendly donation on his part, where my apartment was concerned. Sort of.
Anyway, I made it into my apartment, and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the shower. I have no idea how I made it to bed, but I did, so no harm no foul. When my alarm went off at nine, I groaned and flailed my hand about, trying to shut the damn thing up. No such beast. I ended up just locking the stupid thing in the linen cabinet, because it wouldn't turn off. Note to self- buy a new alarm clock.
I dressed for work- I'm a receptionist at a pain management clinic downtown- in scrubs and sneakers and went to catch the bus. When I arrived at the bus stop, I stood there and watched the bus pull away four minutes early. Great- I either had to take a cab, which was expensive and usually terminal, or I could walk, which would make me late, leading to a dock in pay. Fabulous. Freaking awesome. As I debated my course of action, a bicycle sped through a pudding in front of my, covering my clean scrubs with street gross. Ew. It was going to be another long day, and it was only 9:30 in the morning.
"That's quite a view, honey," called one of the men in a lewd manner. "Why don't you come down here and give us a better look?"
I rolled my eyes and told them exactly where to stick their cigarettes, and at long last I reached the open window of my apartment. The window had never locked properly- such was the downfall of living mostly rent-free- and lately it wouldn't even stay shut. So here I was, crawling through the broken thing into my own apartment like a common thief.
It was three a.m., and I was flipping exhausted. But alas, the "rent" had come due, and so I'd spent the better part of my evening and some of the wee morning hours at my landlord's Upper East Side flat paying my dues. Good thing he was an attractive man, and he was reasonably likable to boot. Honestly. He wasn't a bad person. Neither am I, for that matter. But I needed a place to live, and he had needs of his own, so we worked out an agreement. We were really quite fond of each other, actually. I didn't mind being with him, because he cooked dinner every time I came over, and we would chat and then go upstairs. Sometimes, it didn't even involve sex. So it was really more of a friendly donation on his part, where my apartment was concerned. Sort of.
Anyway, I made it into my apartment, and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the shower. I have no idea how I made it to bed, but I did, so no harm no foul. When my alarm went off at nine, I groaned and flailed my hand about, trying to shut the damn thing up. No such beast. I ended up just locking the stupid thing in the linen cabinet, because it wouldn't turn off. Note to self- buy a new alarm clock.
I dressed for work- I'm a receptionist at a pain management clinic downtown- in scrubs and sneakers and went to catch the bus. When I arrived at the bus stop, I stood there and watched the bus pull away four minutes early. Great- I either had to take a cab, which was expensive and usually terminal, or I could walk, which would make me late, leading to a dock in pay. Fabulous. Freaking awesome. As I debated my course of action, a bicycle sped through a pudding in front of my, covering my clean scrubs with street gross. Ew. It was going to be another long day, and it was only 9:30 in the morning.
hey, it's Trick and this gal has been at it for
ten years now. they are twenty years old.