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Post by harlow on Mar 21, 2009 18:00:43 GMT -5
Ah yes, the beaches in Scotland were to die for, especially this particular one. The sand here was an almost pure white color, and had a soft texture due to the small size of the grains. The water was the clearest she had ever seen, and you could just see through to the sand at the bottom, but it wasn't crystal clear of course. The further you got out though, the more the deep blue color dominated and darkened the water. The sun was shining, but not too brightly due to the fluffy clouds in the sky. This was the perfect weather for her beach days, and she basked in all its picturesque glory.
She was wearing the new swimsuit she had bought a few days ago, waiting to wear on a beautiful day like this. It was unique, and custom made just for her, meaning it would always be one of a kind. With the exception of the extras she had made in case this one got messed up. It was black, uniquely cut, and sexy to a degree that it should be illegal, but thankfully, it wasn't. She had settled for walking along the beach for a while, but thirty minutes later, she was swimming where the water was up to her stomach. She knew it would be dangerous to swim any farther out without another person with her. It wasn't that she couldn't swim well, it was just a risk she was willing to take. 'I prefer to live awhile longer, and I definitely don't want to drown to death. That would be so painful and scary.'
There wasn't anyone in sight, even though it was a Sunday morning. She hadn't expected there to be only one person: her. 'Oh well, the quiet is nice I guess. I was really looking forward to checking out some guys though. Especially that one guy she'd liked for so long.' Oh yes, that boy was gorgeous. If only she could get up the nerve to tell him. She'd even settle for an actual conversation with him, since they'd only exchanged a few words here and there in the hallways. She quickly pushed him out of her mind, no use ruining her day thinking about him. She was here to enjoy the beach, and the company of other people. If they ever arrived that is.
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Post by blane samuel roberts on May 4, 2009 22:07:34 GMT -5
 CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE ,[/font] take me with you i start to miss you, take me home i don't wanna be alone tonight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -blane shook his brown hair into his eyes, trying to make it hartd for his therapist to see his bloodshot eyes. of course it was almost too obvious that blane was wasted, he had stumbled into the office fifteen minutes late and had spent more than half of the time bursting into fits of laughter. but it was all in good fun. see, blane had been at a party the night before and didn't get to his dorm till almost five in the morning, much to his room-mates dismay.he had expected to sleep for most of the day, thankfully it was sunday, but his alarm rang three hours later, signaling the start of his session. blane knew that he should have gotten up but instead her slept until his counselor sent the officers for him, a task that had proven to be quite amusing. and since he was still buzzed the whole fiasco was even more amusing, especially to some of the students that were already awake. anyways, blane tried paying attention to what his currrent counselor was saying, but a killer hangover was setting in, and for a second blane thought he would heave. luckily he was used to morning like these, he had been experience since he turned thirteen and started experimenting with drinking and sex. honestly it was hard to get used to the late nights and killer headaches, but he was able to get through most days without them. he watched as his counselor wrote in the notepad in her hands, probably adding on some extre sessions.
he was relieved when the clock on the wall struck 10:00 and she dismmissed him with a wave of her hand. he got up quickly, and pushed the chair back into his place before grabbing his glasses from where they were perched on his shirt, and placed them over his eyes, before walking out of the office. he knew he should have headed straight for his dowm, he was tired as hell, but for some odd reason he chose to exit the school and headed for the beach, which was one a short distance. he could have used the excersice anyways, walking always helped him feel better when he had a hangover. strange yes, but blane couldn't really control these things. he reached the beahc in twenty minutes, taking notice of all the girls in their bikinies, and even some that had been brave enough to go topless. that was one thing he enjoyed about the beach, the girls. a smirk made it's way onto his face as he made his way to the shore, glad that he had remained in his pajamas which consisted of shorts and a white wife-beater. the sun was beating on his skin, and for a moment he was glad he had brought his sunglasess along with him. blane took a look around before resting his eyes on a familiar girl in the water. if it werent for the fact that he had gotten much closer to the water, he probably wouldn't have noticed, but he had, and he was glad.
blane had talked to her at times but he didn't know much except that her name was alice and that she was in the same school as him. if you could really call it a school, he enjoyed referring to it as a purgatory as well. anyways he decided to use his visit here as an advantage, he hadn't had a good fuck in a while and alice seemed pretty gorgeous in his opinion. he inched closer to the water, leaving his sandals on the sand behind him. it took a mere five minutes for him to ger to where she was, only to notice her bathing suit. a sly smile made its way onto his face as he got closer to her. "hey gorgeous, never thouht id see you around again [/color]"he said. "[b][color=5C246E]this is what your witty banter looks like, savvy?[/b][/color]" [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -CREDIT TO ?![/color] SPARKS at CAUTION 2.0 TUNES ?![/color] the amazing marianas trench. TAGGING ?![/color] alice and anyone else STATUS ?![/color] this is finito, burrito. : D WORD COUNT ?![/color] six hundred and fifty OUTFIT ?![/color] his birthday suit, bby. <3 NOTES ?![/color] suckish, im sorry. [/center][/size][/color] |
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