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Post by Lindsey on Aug 30, 2007 11:08:21 GMT -5
The last bash of the season, the biggest one of the summer too, before everyone was preoccupied by such trivial things as school. It was wild, crazy, and unsupervised. In other words, labour day weekend at the beach.
It was a chilly night, much too cold for swimming. But that didn't stop a large amount of girls to sport barely there bikinis and short shorts. Darci on the other hand had some common sense and preferred not to be adjusting her straps on the middle of the dance floor, paranoid that she might pull a Janet Jackson. With violent lime green highlights to consider, the sixteen year old was wearing a denim mini skirt and a white and black polka dot top with black flip flops instead. It showed enough skin to still fit in without being over the top.
Mimi, the more daring of the two was something else. The pink strip of material she called a skirt was three quarters of the way up her thigh and gaining altitude. A white tube top completed the look as she danced her heart out with some nameless guy, blonde hair piled messily on top of her head with a clip.
Some company had bothered to set up a large dance floor, which was packed, DJ and all. The crowd was a mix of blatantly underage teenagers and the more 'sophisticated' college crowd. There was a designated bar area about a hundred yards away, strictly off limit to anyone wearing a highlighter yellow wristband. But by the looks of the crowd, no one was wearing anything like that. The screening process had somehow tanked earlier in the night because people started driving a little further down the beach and just walking over.
The rest of the beach was littered with camp fires, where those not so feverishly in to techno and the whole dancing thing could be found. Coolers filled to the brim with ice and drinks came at a 1:3 ratio with the people there, certainly an abundance so no one could really go dry. Darci flopped herself down on a collapsible chair someone had brought, kicking off her sandals and wishing she'd brought marshmallows for the campfire burning in front of her. And maybe some graham crackers.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 30, 2007 11:36:31 GMT -5
Year stood at the edge of the pulsating crowd, content to watch girls and guys alike as they danced. He wasn't there to look for a mate, simply to enjoy the party. After all, that /was/ what he did best.
A girl in the midst of the throng of people caught his eye, although he wasn't even sure why. She wasn't as scantily clad as some other girls (he'd seen a girl with a pink 'skirt' that looked like little more than a scarf tied around her waist). Maybe it was the highlights. Lime green, they stood out sharply in the midst of normal shades of hair. He grinned.
Beside him, Alice and Faye were arguing. "Just go out and dance!" the older suggested, and Alice gave her a dark look, gold eyes narrowing. "Are you /kidding/ me?" She gestured out into the crowd. "I'd get lost in a second." It was true; she was petite, only about five one, and even with heels she still disappeared in large groups.
"Fine then," Faye replied, and fixed the top of her bikini before checking her jeans pocket to make sure her cellphone was still there. The jeans were customized herself; she'd undone the seams at the bottom and stitched in pale green cloth, making the bottoms flare out. The material perfectly matched her bikini top, a pale green and cream colored number.
She walked into the crowd and was instantly entranced by the loud music, the people moving all around her. She was a good dancer, she knew; her chest wasn't huge, and nor was her ass, but she had hips and she knew how to use them. She happened to look up for a moment and her eyes immediately registered people she knew.
She fought her way through the crowd until Darci came into clearer focus. "Hey! Coincidence seeing you here."
Year, from the other side of the mass, narrowed his eyes. Why was Faye talking to the girl who'd caught his eye. Did she see him staring, and decided to tell the girl, point him out?
ooc; wow. this is tons longer than usual.
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Post by Gambets on Aug 30, 2007 16:08:23 GMT -5
"Come on Snow", a voice cried chipperly, the source was a trio of forms that crossed the beach, to the raging party. The one in the lead was a female, as was the second one, the third how ever, was a male, who was taller then the two infront of him. The first, was slender, with soft white fur and long pink hair that reched past her waist, her black bikini top tied tightly on, with black swim-trunks, the female behind her looked the same, but had long blue hair instead, as well as an automail right arm and left leg, the cold hard steel shining in the fading sunlight and fire light.She wore the same as the female infront, but her bikini top was white, as well as her shorts.The both looked alike, then again, they were sisters. Snow, the cybunny with blue hair, ran eagerly, draqgging behind the male zafara who had most likely came unwillingly. "I'm comin' Rose", Snow answered, jerking her metal arm, making the zafara run faster. "Will you hurry up Kodigo?", The two females asked in choirs, still running to the party. "I'm coming, I'm coming", Kodigo spoke, dog-trotting to keep up with the two.He, on the other hand, wore demion shorts, rolled up at the knees, a tight black shirt with a grey, sleeveless jacket over it.His fur was a rich tan color, with odd black marks on it, his eyes, spooky enough, where a bright amber color, matching the gold rings that lined both ears, and the tip of his long tail. He shook his head, making the rings chime softly, as he ran, holding in one hand the bag of things they 'could not leave without', towels, and extra pairs of flip-flops, seeing as Rose, held the two pairs of clogs tht she and Snow where wearing, that was, intill they hit the beach.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 30, 2007 17:46:32 GMT -5
Darci's turquoise eyes tore away from the fire, still dreaming about some smores when she heard someone call out to her. She immediately thought it was the owner of the lawn chair and that she'd have to convince them that she should be allowed to sit in it. But no, it was a girl from school who had recognized her. "Hey! Yeah, pretty good turn out this year hug?" She scanned over the crowd quickly and noticed another set of eyes on her, shot the guy a quizical look and turned back to Faye. The five foot five lime green haired girl was used to guys scamming on her, but the kind of guys who went to parties like this usually went for the trashy blonde types like Mimi. Not a somehwat flat, doodled on clothing wearing, heavy eye makeup girl like her.
Mimi looked like she was about to get in to a brawl. The 'random' guy she was grinding on apparantly wasn't as random as Darci had thought. The blonde was uncermoniously ripped off the guy by a dark haired girl who looked righly pissed. An exchange of words drowned out by the music occured and Mims left the dancefloor promptly. The poor guy stood there being screamed at, and the last thing Mimi saw before she ducked out was a sharp slap to his face. Wide eyed and somewhat amused she pulled down her skirt and started to walk around leisrely, unsure what she felt like doing now.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 30, 2007 17:51:21 GMT -5
"Yeah," Faye replied, nodding enthusiastically. "I've never been before, so this is all relatively new." She laughed before seeing that guy getting slapped. "Serves him right," she replied.
Year, meanwhile, was cursing himself, thinking that the girl probably thought he was a creep now. His ran his hand through his hair before looking back up at the two girls.
Faye winked and turned to Darci. "See that guy over there? The one looking at us?" Without waiting for a response, she added, "What d'you think of him?"
Alice, meanwhile, was standing by a fire, the flames flickering strangely in her eyes, turning them a coppery amber color. She had a sudden image of Year, terribly mad, punching someone in the face. She winced.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 30, 2007 18:11:04 GMT -5
Darci leaned forward in her chair, bobbing her head to the side to get a proper look. "I can't really see him.. but he should stop acting like a stalker and pussy footing around if he wants to talk to me." She said earnestly, leaning back on the seat again. "Why, you know him?" She tilted her head to one side and glanced up to Faye. In this lighting the faint freckles underneath her eyes look more prominent then ever, being nearly invisible in the sun and wearing heavier makeup.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 30, 2007 18:13:52 GMT -5
"Mmhmm," she replied cheerfully. "He's a good guy, just a /tad/ bit shy. Be back in a moment."
She pushed her way through the crowd and grabbed Year's arm, dragging him back to where Darci was sitting. "Darci, Year. Year, Darci."
Year waved awkwardly and looked at Faye, giving her a look that clearly said 'You /will/ suffer for this.' She grinned in response.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 30, 2007 18:52:14 GMT -5
Darci bit hard on her lip, eyeing Year suspiciosly. "Cute. I like the hair. But can the man talk?" She spoke to Faye with a smile, as if he was out of ear shot. Aw, shy guys. So cute. They always seemed to have a rough time with her though. She crossed her legs on the seat, sitting indian style. "Come, sit my children. Gather around moi." There was more then a good chance she was already a little drunk. She could handle her drinks well enough though.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 30, 2007 19:16:07 GMT -5
Faye sat at her feet, while Year, grinning mischeviously, plopped himself down in her lap, looking straight at her. "I kin talk," he replied, "I just don't like sounding like an idiot when I don't know what to say."
Faye laughed. Typical Year. As random as the weather.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 30, 2007 19:23:46 GMT -5
"And sitting on me doesn't make you look like an idiot?" she laughed, though it was strained because of the weight on her. Brow quirked, she rolled with it. "Sorry, Year was it? I only have twenties and your too lousy of a lap dance to stick that much in your g-sting." She hadn't expected that from the guy that was too shy to walk over by himself. Now he was on her lap.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 30, 2007 19:26:02 GMT -5
He laughed, then got up, dusting off imaginary dust from his jeans. "You offered, so I took it." He frowned in mock sadness. "Oh darn. And I've been practicing on my big stuffed animals /all week/, just hoping I could impress someone with my lap dancing skills..."
Faye, meanwhile, was giggling, well used to Year. "You did look kinda goofy on her lap," she pointed out. "You're so much bigger than her..."
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 30, 2007 19:38:24 GMT -5
Darci exhaled obnoxiously loud, stretching out her limbs and tugging on her mini skirt to make sure nothing too much was showing. "You probably flattened the damn things. Your like an obese tranny stripper."
She brushed her hair behind her shoulders and sat up straight, looking over to Year. "You go to our school? Or are you one of those pervy University guys who likes hitting on innocent little girls like me?"
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Post by Emm. on Aug 30, 2007 19:43:46 GMT -5
He whined. "I'm not /that/ obese, am I?" He patted his stomach, which, needless to say, was ridiculously flat, almost curving in at the waist. He needed to be force fed a Big Mac.
"And I'm eighteen, thank you very much. I got left back senior year, so I get to go enjoy it /all over again/!" His voice was mock cheerful, successfully masking his dislike.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 30, 2007 19:57:11 GMT -5
"Yes. A cow. Your lucky I'm alive." she said sardonically, vaguely wondering what kind of state he was in under that shirt. Hm, she'd have to get it off him somehow.
"Ew. You failed? What a loser. What were you like totally baked the entire year or something?" she laughed, highly expecting this. Darci herself had actually skipped a grade, though most would probably never have guessed that she was only sixteen and going in to 12th.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 30, 2007 20:05:00 GMT -5
"Okay, then," he replied, taking off his shirt. "How bad am I, really? Be honest. Don't hold any punches for my sake."
"Family problems," he mumbled, a little embarrassed. "It wasn't my fault, okay? I missed a lot of school, so I wasn't legally there enough to graduate. I got good marks, thank you."
Faye whispered lightly to Darci, so Year couldn't hear, "Don't mind him. It's a sore subject that he didn't make it. He just acts like it's no big deal; it kinda bothers him, 'specially 'cause it wasn't his fault."
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