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Post by Xi Coleman on Jul 5, 2011 14:53:40 GMT -5
BABY, YOU'RE A FIREWORK! C'MON SHOW 'EM WHAT YOU'RE WORTH! MAKE 'EM GO "AH, AH, AH!" & YOU SHOOT ACROSS THE SKY! _____________________________________________________________ I waltzed down the beach, thinking about the stars and the slight moonlight that filtered through the thin veil of clouds above. The sand was cool beneath my bare feet. A relief, after the ceaseless heat inside the high school building I would soon be leaving. I breathed in the cool night air, my chocolate eyes flashing in the scanty light. The clear water glittered under the stars, and the wide, sandy beach glowed with the lunar light.
I set down my beach blanket, and sat down for a moment or so. I could feel my shorts clinging to my legs, and my tight, long-sleeved shirt constricting my chest as it heaved with my breathing. Finally, unable to stand the confined feeling, I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my reasonable-muscled torso, and scarred arms. I started to run forward, but decided that I needed to be able to see clearly. I swiftly cleared some sand away, and lit a fire on a bare stretch of beach. I ran to the edge of the beach and dived in, relishing in the cold water.
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Post by Paige Santagrada on Jul 6, 2011 12:32:02 GMT -5
Paige was sauntering down the beach a cigarette in her hand. She couldn't see but a few feet in front of her but she didn't care she just wanted to be alone. She walked with her hands shoved in the pockets of her hoodie and her cigarette balanced on her lips. She took a breath in and exhaled smoke out of the corner of her mouth. She was slightly startled when she saw someone lighting a fire she came out here all the time and never ran into anybody she stopped for a second and carried on she was a ways away and wasn't sure if the boy could see her or not but she just kept right on walking.
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Post by Xi Coleman on Jul 8, 2011 15:28:16 GMT -5
BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK! C'MON LET YOUR COLORS BURST! MAKE 'EM GO "AH, AH, AH!" AS YOU SHOOT ACROSS THE SKY! _____________________________________________________________ I swam around in the cool water, and opened my eyes. It was dark under the surface, but the magnified moonlight made it somewhat easier to see. I sped my legs back and forth, and swam to the surface, breathing lightly as my head hit the surface. I was greeted by a full-on slap to the face by cold air.
Slowly, I walked back to the beach, shivering as I plopped down on the beach blanket next to the fire. It was about three seconds later that I realized there was someone there. "Hello?" I called quietly. "Who's there?" Which, as we all know, is a sure way to get your ass raped in the middle of the night. No worries.
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Post by Paige Santagrada on Jul 9, 2011 21:37:48 GMT -5
Paige froze a wrinkled expression on her face she had tried her best to slip away unseen but it was too late. "Hey kid" she murmured she didn't say it in a 'Hey little kid whatcha doin'' creepy kinda way she just said it as in a greeting she said it quietly as she always did you hardly ever heard her speak louder than a murmur she stepped into the light of the fire and scratched the back of her head awkwardly she thought about just walking off and ignoring him but then he might think she was watching him or some shit and even though she didn't care what people thought or said about her she didn't need the extra drama at school.
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Post by Xi Coleman on Jul 12, 2011 13:09:47 GMT -5
BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK! C'MON LET YOUR COLORS BURST! MAKE 'EM GO "AH, AH, AH!" AS YOU SHOOT ACROSS THE SKY! _____________________________________________________________ "Sorry, where are my manners? Or chivalry, or whatever shit it is. Eh, whatever. My name's Xi. And you?" I said, failing to keep a sarcastic tone out of the words. I was kind of aware of my still-bare chest, and my wet shorts, but it didn't matter very much to me. For now, all that mattered was finding out who the hell this chic was in the first place.
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Post by Ginger Dumont on Aug 1, 2011 18:14:48 GMT -5
Ever close your eyes, and think what Could've been [/color][/center] Could’ve been. [/color] Ginger trudged through the sand, her green hightops hanging from her wrist. She loved walking on the shore of any type of water, it was so calming. The breeze blowing her hair and tickling her face in small wisps.Tonight the moon was just perfectly bright, casting its eerie glow across the water making it shimmer and glow with every wave.
She smiled ruefully, what a beautiful night to be spending alone, but that was okay. Being alone could be fun, you needn't listen to someone else drone on about some irrelevant subject or allowing them to ruin the beauty of the night.
She was suddenly jolted from her reverie when she heard voices. Two to be exact, she slowly back up as the they came into view, a girl holding a cigarette and a boy in the water. Stupid, stupid! She thought miserably Why didn't I notice them before? They were right there! God there's even a fucking fire! [/font]
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Post by msstockham on Aug 4, 2011 22:08:19 GMT -5
Emerald heard talking in the distance and decided to check it out. The silver moonlight revealed two figures, one who stood in the water and the other with a cigarette at their hip. She looked at the figure in the water with squinted eyes and made it out to be Xi Coleman, one of the first people to greet her at Richmond High. The other was a girl she couldn't make out, but by the tone of her voice she sounded very mature. "Hey Xi." She said as she walked towards him. His shirt was off and his shorts were wet, but he stilled looked the same to Emerald. She always liked him, the way he laughed at pain, it was so appealing to a girl who couldn't stand it. A whimper in the night could make her cry up a river for the soul that belonged to the pain. She smiled and walked up to the girl with the cigarette and said,"Hi, I'm Emerald." She hoped the girl with the cigarette or rather the woman with the cigarette wouldn't laugh at her and walk away to pursue more appealing persons, like Xi. She didn't raise her hand to shake the smoker's because she never really believed in getting to know someone by violently moving their hand up and down.
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