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Post by Tamara George on Jul 26, 2011 9:18:28 GMT -5
Tam beamed to herself as she undid the final pack of beer. She'd spent most of the morning sorting it out and it was FINALLY done. Earlier on the week she'd had the random and unfounded idea to throw a party of the beach, the benefits were numerous, one of the most prominent being that she got to prance around in a bikini for a time which was of course a major plus.
She'd ended up hiring a sound system and some blokes to fix it in after deciding that she couldn't get her original one loud enough. Other than that she'd just stuck a load of tables out, decked them with enough alcohol to sink a battle ship and voila! They were away. She'd placed the same 'memory book' as last time on the side somewhere with a whole load of pens for everyone to sign...but she couldn't remember exactly where she'd put it...not that she was particularly bothered, considering the fact that she'd just stuck a whole load of flyers round school, out of the people that were coming, she was pretty sure someone'd find it.
OOC: Failed post, my muse was there...and then it wasn't! :O x.x
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Post by Xi Coleman on Jul 26, 2011 9:41:59 GMT -5
Xi had been anticipating a beach party ever since the beginning of summer. It was just so obviously going to happen that it didn't even need to be planned for months. I strolled down to the beach, and watched steadily as a beautiful and glorious blonde girl with copious amounts of beer. One enormous bonfire pitch was set up, with large amounts of driftwood resting inside the charred dent in the sand. It's gonna be gorgeous. I thought, remembering the time I had burned driftwood and watched the blue-green flames until they smoldered out. I spread my full lips into a tiny smile, and looked down at the slowly cooling sand. My torso was bare, and my chest glowed white in the light of the setting sun. I noted the small, bulbous lights that were strewn above my head, about eleven feet off of the ground. They were currently off, but I had a suspicion that they'd flick right on as soon as the sun set. Probably when the bonfire would start, too. I thought serenely. The beach was a good place to think. And a good place for decisions...or impulses. Whicherver came first. |
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Post by Sasha Petrova on Jul 26, 2011 10:44:12 GMT -5
This was honestly the first time she had ever been invited to go to a beach party. Actually, and this was really sad, this was the first time she had been invited to anything and hadn't had her mother tell her that she couldn't go. This freedom that she was feeling away from her mother was quite nice, and hopefully this party would be as awesome as she had hoped it would be. Her idea of a beach party was like that one scene from Princess Diaries - the first one, not the strange second one - where it was just some huge blow out. It was rather naive of her to think that a single student could create something that was up to that scale, but she had a feeling that her new found friend, Tam, would be able to do it. She seemed like the type of girl that once she put her mind to anything, it would happen and it would be amazing.
Luckily for her Sasha had found a bikini that wasn't too skimpy that looked nice on her. It was a black and white polka dot bikini that covered the necessary areas while making sure that she looked amazing in it. The only thing that looked out of place was her chocolate brown jacket, but she only brought it because she still wasn't used to how cold it was here during the summer. In New York it was 90 degrees minimum, but here it was a balmy 65. Once she reached the area where Tam was setting up tables, she took off her jacket and smiled. Her first party....her first BEACH party....tonight was going to be awesome.
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Post by Tamara George on Jul 26, 2011 11:33:33 GMT -5
Tam absently hummed to herself as she cracked open her first beer, taking swig before remembering she still had the sarong on. The bikini, she had to say, was possibly the greatest thing she'd bought within the past 24 hours, better than the 10 pairs of shoes, 12 dresses, 5 tops and 15 tops she bought, better than her new 7 sets of lingerie...it was a thing of brilliance, potent enough to attract blokes gazes like...a big pretty shiny car!...speaking of which she did really need to go pick up her car from the mechanics...preferably before they managed to find even more things 'miraculously' wrong with it.
She undid the ties of her sarong before throwing it to the side of one of the tables and pushing a hand through her shaggy curls, rather enjoying the feel of partial nakedness. She'd been delighted to discover such a thing, her favourite thing in the entire world was lingerie and there, just like that, had been a bikini that probably beat nearly every single last thing she owned. It was truly a miracle. She could only thank her mother for giving her beloved (and fully appreciated) body. It was almost as if that bikini alone increased her ego 10 fold and that often been sighted as impossible. She picked up the can before turning away from the table, smirking as she noticed her a bloke coming just arriving.
"Loving the outfit," She smirked innocently with a wink when she clapped eyes on another girl, Sasha.
"Oh my god, YOU DO HAVE TITS! Darling you look excellent!" She beamed waving her over.
The moment you've all been waiting for...even if you didn't know it...THE BIKINI xDD
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Post by Xi Coleman on Jul 26, 2011 11:44:08 GMT -5
"Loving the outfit." Tamara George said with a smirk. "Oh my God, YOU DO HAVE TITS! Darling, you excellent." Whether the last part was directed at me, I never found out, because Tam's attention was averted by a pretty brunette girl with brown eyes. I studied the scene carefully. Tamara was dressed in what looked to be lengerie. It was sexy, black, and fitting to her slender body. I turned to the bonfire pit, and called to Tam. "Should I start the bonfire now, or later?" (( Oh, fuck me! My muse died... )) |
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Post by Sasha Petrova on Jul 26, 2011 11:45:42 GMT -5
As she walked closer to Tam, she couldn't help noticing that Tam was covered up. Tam didn't strike her as the type of girl that would hide her body. In fact, she would have thought that the girl would have bought something ultra revealing to wear to her little shindig. When she reached the blonde haired temptress, her eyes widened. In a flash, Tam's real outfit was revealed and she couldn't help but feel incredibly jealous of her appearance and her confidence. It wasn't hard to say that the girl was wearing pretty much nothing, but her newfound friend pulled it off well. Her cheeks and ears turned a bright red, making her milky white skin blotchy from Tam's comment. Well, yes she had breasts, but she wasn't exactly comfortable baring them to the world like Tam did. Timidly, Sasha came closer to Tam and gave her a shy smile. "It feels weird being dressed like this. I feel so naked."
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 26, 2011 12:07:04 GMT -5
As much as I love Tam dearly, I hate the ocean. I hate it, hate it, hate it. For no reason, really. It just so happens that I somehow developed a fear of the vast and mighty sea, and that was a fear I was pretty sure I was going to keep for the rest of my life. But hey, I didn't care. It wasn't bothering me much at all. I didn't need the ocean anyway, so I was fine.
And when there's a party on the beach, there's no need for shoes. I left those in the dorm and walked barefoot all the way to the sandy shore, something I do quite a lot. Shoes are unnecessary, in my opinion, unless you're walking on glass or through a thorn patch. But other than that, as long as the soles of your feet are hard and calloused, shoes are just useless items. That's besides the point, though.
The sand still felt hot underneath my feet from the unrelenting afternoon sun, but it was a soothing change from hardwood floors and asphalt. The sky looked beautiful, too, from the eyes of an artist. The sun was starting to go down and the light reflecting off the water just looked like a perfect picture to paint. But alas, I was certain that if I did that, I'd somehow manage to screw up the colors in some way...
Shrugging that off, I ventured down to the small group of people, but no sooner did I realize that Tam was pretty much naked did I notice all of the booze she had brought. Now that caught my attention. I had gotten back into the habit of breaking my sobriety a lot lately, and all of this alcohol... it was so tempting. So, so, so temping... ah, screw it. I went over to the table and picked out a Budweiser glass, tearing the cap off with my teeth -- never mind the fact that I had a pocket knife that had a bottle opener on it in my pocket -- and taking a few sips from it. I loved that bitter taste, but I tried to convince myself to only have one for now.
It was also at that moment that I heard Tam screaming that someone had tits. Well obviously. In the spur of the moment, I bounded over to where Tam and this other girl was who obviously had tits, mustering up the gayest-sounding voice I could. "OH MY RIPRED YOU HAVE TITS!" I echoed, calming back down as soon as I reached the two.
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Post by Tamara George on Jul 26, 2011 12:23:31 GMT -5
"Nakedness is amazing, you know if I didn't love clothes so much I'd walk around naked more often...but I'm not too keen on naturalists so maybe not..." She pondered with a laugh, glancing round when she heard the other guy speak.
"Oh I was just going to light it when it got dark, seems a bit of a waste when there's still some light," She said matter of factly when she noticed a 'none-too-difficult-to-notice' giant bounding towards them. You know unsurprisingly, it was pretty easy to recognise Semper from a mile away, he was like metres of...Semp.
"SEMP!" She cried pretty much jumping on him before she paused, glancing down at the beer can, a hand moving onto her hip.
"Deary I thought you'd packed alcoholism off on a ferry and waved goodbye," She said pointedly.
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 26, 2011 12:48:16 GMT -5
I hadn't seen Tam in what felt like forever, but when I had planned on seeing her, I didn't think that would include seeing her pretty much naked. Oh my good Ripred these Aphrodites are gonna seriously be he end of me. She looked good.... really good... oh hey, I still have alcohol in my hand. I took another sip of it as she mentioned me and my failed attempt at being sober. I waved a hand in the air, rolling my eyes a bit. "I thought so too, but then the ferry hit an iceberg." I answered, shrugging and taking another sip. I turned to Sasha, giving her a nod. "Lookin' mighty fine as always, Sasha."
(( -dies of shortness- ))
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Post by Tamara George on Jul 26, 2011 14:33:17 GMT -5
"Damn...well while that ferry's been worked on, you might as well enjoy yourself! Welcome to the dark side," She said with a laugh before taking a swig of her own drink.
"Oh yeah, what do you think!" She said motioning down herself with a flourish when she arched an eyebrow..
"...you two know each other?" She said lightly despite the slight irritating. Semp wasn't her property but she'd been friends with him since she'd first arrived and she was somewhat...protective of him let's just say...
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 26, 2011 15:09:13 GMT -5
Of course I intended on enjoying myself! Why else would I have been to hasty to get a Budweiser in my hand? I smirked at her, raising the bottle to my lips. "Already on it," I answered behind the glass before taking another sip. But when she asked me what I thought about her new swimsuit, or whatever it was, I nearly spit the beer back out, though I managed to swallow it quick before choking out a laugh. "I think y' might as well jus' run 'round in yer birthday suit." I answered honestly. Something that skanky, especially on Tam, meant that it wasn't going to stay on for very long. "But really, it looks good on y'." I quickly added, offering a playful smile to go with it. That smile, however, quickly vanished when Tam asked if I knew Sasha. I shook my head. "No, I don't know her. Jus' thought I'd say somethin' nice t' her, is all."
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Post by Tamara George on Jul 26, 2011 16:51:15 GMT -5
Tam looked at him for a moment before shrugging.
"'kay," She said easily before smiling at Sasha.
"While I'm still thinking of love affairs, I think we will be needing to set you up with a ride!" Tam exclaimed cheekily, the innuendo obvious enough that most within in hearing range would easily have caught her meaning...she couldn't be too sure if Sasha would or not but ah well. People had started to arrive by now, mostly in groups, faces she'd vaguely seen in the corridors sending a few waves, Tam was probably pretty well known round campus by now...some would put this down to her being so obnoxiously loud she was hard to miss, others down the various rumours of her somewhat slaggish ways...Tam's large ego simply put it down to being a well loved public figure...wasn't perception a great thing?
"I'll keep a look out for you!" She beamed.
She took a sip of her drink, vaguely noting the fact that a few of them carrying yet more beer...honestly had they really thought she'd ACTUALLY skimp on the alcohol? Pfft. She stretched slightly before turning back to both of them, giving an 'insulted' gasp.
"I'm meerly using the opportunity to give at least half the blokes at Richmond an early Christmas present," She said innocently.
"And of course it looks good on me, I'm me, I spent at least half an hour this morning just looking my arse in the mirror, s'times like this I just have to say a huge thank you to my dear mother," She said happily.
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Post by Xi Coleman on Jul 27, 2011 14:35:40 GMT -5
I looked away from Tam and sat down on a dark, rounded object that I really hoped wasn't a horse's penis. I sighed and looked at the almost-set sun. The sky was a glorious, rich indigo, dotted with white. I wished Ihad my iPod. Oh,wait; I DID! I pulled it out of my shorts pocket, and jammed the SkullCandy earbuds in my head. I rotated my thumb on the touch ring, going into the B section of my music. I clicked the one I wanted, and suddenly, there was no ocean. No sound of beers being clinked, or the deep rumble of Semper. It was just me, Brian Transeu, and a soundboard. I deliberated for a bit about whether it was wise to bring my iPod, decided that it wasn't, and realized that I just didn't give a fuck. So I just sat there, perfectly content with the techno blaring in my ears. |
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Post by Tamara George on Jul 27, 2011 16:44:57 GMT -5
Tam tapped the side of her beer can absently with a nail before her gaze fell on the guy sitting across the space.
"Be right back!" She declared with a flourish before moving off towards the drinks table, plucking a beer off the side and moving towards the guy, coming to a halt just before him and dropping the beer to eye level.
"Name's Tamara George, call me Tamara and I won't be happy, it's Tam, not buts, no ifs, I think you know that and I think I know your name too but my attention spans probably about the size of knat...you're in one of my classes though...I think...well either way, it's a party! Be sociable! Flutter like...err...a social butterfly!...That sounded so much better in my head but ah well, you can't have everything," She yattered pleasantly before setting the can down besides him.
OOC: Bleh awful post x.x
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Post by Kegan Fife on Jul 28, 2011 0:22:54 GMT -5
New travels pretty fast on a school campus. Either the damn kids at the school were too stupid to realize it, or they didn't care. News had gone around about the beach party, and even a few of the staff members had heard about it. Than again, no one really seemed to care about it. He sure as hell didn't; he'd be joining them out there. As much as he hated being around people, there would be young girls to pick up and booze to drink. As a sort of peace offering for the night, even brought some of his own: a twenty-four pack of Corona and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He'd be pissed if these kids showed up the next day in the office, complaining about headaches.
Kegan was walking down on the beach. His legs were hidden under jeans, as usual; the cuffs rolled up just above his ankles to keep them from getting sandy. He wore a black beater, his silver dog tags clinking against his chest and each other. He'd left his shoes up in the car, not caring to wear them or carry them across the sand along with the box and bottle of alcohol.
He balanced the box on his right shoulder, which made it a little hard for him to walk in the dry sand. Stubbornly, he refused to walk on the wet sand because the dry sand masked his limp better. So he carried on, his legs giving him the slightest pain over the loosely packed sand.
He could hear music now, and he saw tables set up. A few people were milling about. Couple girls, couple boys. All students from the school; except two were graduating this year. The blonde girl, prancing around in her panties; and the giant kid with the messed up eye. The other boy was suppose to be some rich gay kid, and the little dark haired girl.. Well, Kegan wasn't sure who she was, but she was cute enough.
He approached the ground, mustering up the biggest smile he could. In the end, it just turned into his usual, sarcastic grin, his left brow raising up. He sat the box of Corona and the bottle down on a table.
Evening Brats. I heard there was a party, and I thought you might need some adult supervision.
[/color] He looked again to the blonde, whom he assumed was the hostess for the night. If so, her name was Pam or Tam or something. Tam sounded right, he guessed. She was something. He looked her up and down, not even hiding it. Her bikini looked like she took it off the rack at Victoria Secrets. He liked the other girl's better. His eyes slid that way next. She was younger, and she didn't quite draw the eye like the senior did. She seemed shy, something Kegan didn't care for. He turned to the two boys for a moment, one short and one tall, in comparison to himself. Jesus what did they feed this kid? Kegan was one of the tallest people he new, and this guy blew him clear out of the water. ' So,[/color] Kegan said, When's the party start? Am I too early?[/color] he asked, a sarcastic tone in his voice. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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