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Post by WhiteJest on Dec 8, 2010 19:56:29 GMT -8
I was going to join the other human RP, but it was getting a little full and such so to avoid overcrowding..here's another one with a whole different setting..and hope people will bite. Thank Eshe for the setting, as it was an RP I had with her that inspired it!------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sun shone bright and warm in the cloudless sky, and Chris, as soon as he had shuffled his way outside and felt the warmth on his skin, had turned right around, back into the house, begging his older sister, Casey, to drive him to the beach. He had been planning on spending the weekend studying, but this was too nice a day to pass up.
So now here he stood, abandoned on the beach and totally unsure of what to do now, so he just remained as he was, still as a statue. The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore was one of his favorite sounds, almost lulling him into a kind of hypnosis. He really hadn't thought this through properly, and was going to be here until Casey finished work. Something he had forgotten. He had thought he could send the day with her, as that rarely happened, but alas it seemed to be something that was never going to happen. It was true he had a bag-full of stuff to keep him occupied, but it still meant spending the day alone. It wasn't like he could ACTUALLY go in the water either, because knowing him, he would end up somehow dying, or causing a scene all for the simple fact that he was blind. Yes...his oh so responsible sister had left her little blind brother alone at the beach.
Chris was finally hit with this realization. Of the fact he was actually NOT under surveillance for the first time in GOD knows how long. It was somewhat liberating, and he suddenly had an impulse to tear off his shoes and run barefoot through the sand, not even thinking about the possibilities of how dangerous this could be. However, reason was not currently with him, and the atmosphere of the beach, the smells and the sounds were all enough to make him want to take off even more. After all, in Casey's company, he was never allowed to do running of any kind. With that thought in mind, he reached down, and yanked off the flip flops he was wearing (which had been about two sizes too big for him to begin with), squished the soft, grainy sand in between his toes a few times, and then launched himself forward in the first run he had done since he was twelve. It felt ridiculously good...for the whole ten seconds it lasted. The next thing he new, his foot caught on SOMETHING, and he found himself flying forward, before he met the ground with a painful crash, and gained a mouthful of sand in the process. He felt his cheeks heating up in embarrassment and hoed dearly no one had seen his idiotic display.
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Post by 2ᵑᵈ To Last on Mar 12, 2011 2:36:42 GMT -8
“Gyiiiii!” Unfortunately for Chris it seemed that not only had someone seen his display, that very someone had been the cause for it.
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It had started off as such a prosperous morning. The sun was shining brightly, the skies were clear, and she had woken up to the sound of cooing birds outside her window. The moment she woke up and saw the sun shine past the leaf-framed windows, she had begun packing her bag: books, sun lotion, glasses, and a beach towel. She had prepared tidily and efficiently, getting dressed quickly and slapping on a pair of simple shoes, she headed for the front door. All ready for a day out in the sun! “No lifeguard. No beach.” Unfortunately, her father had other ideas. “But 'Apa-” she pleaded with a thickening accent, revealing her distress. “I already said no,” her repeated, the sqaurish glasses sliding down his angular nose. “I don't like that part of town, and the beach over there is always deserted anyway. Why don't you go to the park instead? Maybe meet with some of your friends from school?”“But I don't-” the girl began to protest, but then stopped short of herself. She didn't want to say she had no friends- she did have friends after all, as friends were important, and she treasured the ones she had, but... Well, the simple truth was that she didn't really have any friends from school. Acquaintances, yes. But friends? Not so. In fact, most of her friends were either far too young for high school... or far too old for it, something which she knew her father would undoubtedly be displeased about. She frowned at the thought, and instead shirked in on herself. “Th-They're all busy.”But even this didn't seem to appease the man, as he let out an exasperated sigh, still craning over the paperwork that sat atop his dimly-lit desk. “Mm... Then why don't you go to the library? If you really need to get out of the house I can give you some money.”The girl fidgeted a little in her clothes. Unbeknownst to her father she had already put on her swimming suit underneath her clothes, and in honest terms, she had only put on her current clothes with the intention of taking them off later. As they were, they sat a little uncomfortably against her body, sagging in unusual places and becoming a little too chafing in the places that were padded. It would look suspicious if she went into the bathroom to change again, and while outwardly it didn't make too much sense, inwardly she knew she wasn't going to want to go through the awkward stages of conversation that would follow, about how she was so sure that he would let her go out on her own and his sudden preoccupation with lifeguards. Instead, she decided she would simply go out like this, as strange as it was. She was in the mood for reading after all. “M-Maybe I'll go to the bookstore...?” she prodded. Contemplating this, the man int eh chair seemed to humm, scratching his seemingly continuous five-o'-clock shadow. Without warning, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a few bills, handing it to the girl, who blinked with the surprise common to her receiving a gift of some sort. “Here you go kiddo. Don't spend it all in one place.”“A-Alright. Спасибо*,” she replied, taking the money with cautious gratuity. She learned long ago that refusing something from her father meant having pointless and inane arguments, as even though they were quiet and were of the polite nature, she didn't enjoy them any more than a violent argument, and simply said her proper thanks every time. She didn't need to the money, as she was only going to go book browsing, but since she had the money, she might as well just go buy a book to read (as keeping the money often made her feel guilty if left too long). She tucked it inside her back. “I-I think I'll go then...”“'Kay, kiddo, be back before four. Also, bring your keys. I'm renewing our lease today and will be in the office until three. Alright?” he said finally as the girl made stop-and-start motions for the door. “'Ya.”“Alright then. Have fun.”“Ya'. Bai-bai.” she said, unlocking the door and giving an earnest pause for her father. He pause back, and refused to tear himself away from the paperwork at hand. “Uh-huh. Bye.”She paused again, but more for lack of anything to say, then sighed and closed the door, leaving the dark, dim room for the bright sunshine outside. It didn't take her long to pick out a book: an adventure novel set in a futuristic era with the hints of a romance embedded between the heroin and hero of the story- something typical and meant for an afternoon read. Now the only matter was to decide how to spend the rest of the afternoon. She checked her watch, pulling it out of her bag (as she had no intention of wearing it when she first set out that day), then sighed despondently. It was still only 11:30. She simply continued walking, turned towards out, towards where the sea was. If she really thought about it, the ocean wasn't too far away... She could just take a bus there if she wanted, she decided, the thought unrelenting as she walked along, just happening to stop by the bus station. And really, what was her father so afraid of anyway? Lifeguards? Well, it wasn't as if she was going on the water... At this point, she had already stopped, waiting for the bus to show up, still contemplating absently. She could just enjoy the sun. The warm sand... yes, that seemed like a good idea. Maybe collect some shells... She deposited the money in the bus-collection box, and took a seat. Yet, when she sat down, she couldn't help but feel a washing of guilt. He said specifically 'No beach,' of any sort of extent to the imagination. She thought about it a little more as the bus engine revved up. What if she was caught somehow? What if something did happen? She thought about it a little more as the scenery began to roll by. Well... specifically he also said 'No lifeguards' and if she wasn't going in the water... then there would be no need for a lifeguard anyway, right? She went silent a moment as her eye caught a lovely spring, glistening in the sun, heading straight for the sea. Yes, she would just set up her towel, get in her swimsuit, grab her book, and soak up some sun. And have absolutely nothing to do with lifeguards. Perfect.~☼~ She had set up her towel, got in her swimsuits, grabbed her book... and fallen soundly asleep. She had just woken up-rather abruptly at that, feeling something brush against her leg and then a loud, abrupt slamming next to her, she stumbled backwards and out, barely awake- “Простите!* Простите! Prasst- Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry!”- and already apologizing profusely to the stranger now laying in the sand. Admittedly, the sleep grogginess had taken it's toll on the girl, and she spent the first few moments simply trying to compose herself. She had lost her glasses and book somewhere in the fray, but in her dazed panic left them behind, and simply tried helping the stranger up (though in all honesty she wasn't such a good balance herself). “A-Ah are you alright? I-I'm sorry, I should've- maybe paid more attention, ya'? Th-The sand, it didn't get in your eyes, did it?” she asked in a rapid-fire way, guilt overcoming her as she gingerly tried to assess the damage that was taken by the teenage-looking boy. [*Thank you] [*Sorry (Pardon me)] ((SORRY FOR THE TL;DR/LATENESS WHITE, HUU QAQ))
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Post by WhiteJest on Mar 12, 2011 15:20:29 GMT -8
((Holy CRAP second that is a massive post khre XD And really, ISSK <3))
Aside from a small scratch on his knee and chin thanks to the graininess of the sand, there was nothing damaged other then his own pride. (which had barely been there to begin with) He honestly didn't want to get up and address whatever, or whomever he had fallen on, as he was certain he would only embarrass himself further. As he lay there in the warm, soft sand, he was aware of a sudden voice very close to his own person, offering up an apology for something. It took him a few moments to realize exactly what had happened, and the situation suddenly got a whole lot worse. At least in his own mind it did. With slightly shaking arms he pushed himself up to a kneeling position, miraculously facing in the right direction for once, though not seeing the offer to help from the girl he had just tripped on. What he did notice however, was the stammering of apology, which if anything made him even more embarrassed then he already was. A vibrant flush of crimson appeared steadily across his normally pale nose and cheeks, making it all the more noticeable.
"N-no..I-it was me..I'm t-the o-one that k-kicked you." His voice came out soft and seemed to catch on every other word, much to his distress. "I'm s-sorry. You're okay too right? Did I hurt you?" Offering he what he hoped was a somewhat reassuring smile, though his obviously flustered demeanor had yet to dissipate. He couldn't believe that not even thirty seconds into being on his own he had already caused some sort of mishap. Not that he should be surprised. He knew he had been asking for it the second he took off running down the beach with no idea where he was going or what might have been before him. Although it was quite unnecessary, he shifted so that he was "gazing" down at the sand, his anxious fingers prying at the hem of his sky blue t-shirt. Even though the girl seemed just as awkward as him, this only seemed to prove his sisters point that he was reckless without proper supervision, which in turn made him feel like a toddler. Oh well..he supposed at this point nothing could be done, and in any case, as embarrassing as it was, it did mean that he was out on his own, and that small thought cheered him up ever so slightly.
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Post by 2ᵑᵈ To Last on Mar 19, 2011 21:31:00 GMT -8
Still rousing from her abruptly interrupted slumber, Manya simply tried to keep her balance, looking worriedly at the teenage-looking boy. He appeared to be fine, if only as disoriented as her, which was much to her her relief as she didn't know how she would handle inadvertently being the cause of someone's injury (even if she was sleeping soundly at the time). He did seem to look around a little aimlessly, to her noticing, but then again she was no better, still making the occasional glance to see where her glasses had fallen in the sandy earth. “N-No, I'm- ah- I'm fine,” she wordily stumbled right back to him, sounding oddly surprised when he asked her if she was alright. She was alright... save for her now missing glasses, and while she could live without her pair of lenses, it would make life very, very hard- especially for reading. She looked to her book briefly, the image slightly blurred as if through a foggy window pane, and wondered, maybe, if it had suddenly become pointless to bring it. Exasperated, she eventually, just kneeled to the ground, finding her book among the now sand-covered objects... but no sign of her glasses. She frowned a little worriedly. Maybe they were lost in the sand? She dearly hoped not. As she began her search again, she addressed the stranger again, looking him over again to make for certain her wasn't hurt. “I'm j-just a little startled is all, b-but I'm glad you are okay- I-I mean, you are okay, r-right?”((Grrhhfgh- And sorry AGAIN for the lateness TAT Ffff- and also I am a wall of text generator pDP; ))
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Post by WhiteJest on Mar 20, 2011 16:43:00 GMT -8
((As I said too..no worries! >D< I can wait...take as long as you need! I could also apologize for this being so short OTZ)) He almost laughed in amusement at the amount of worry she seemed to be showing, even though it was probably clear by now that he wasn't in any dire straits or anything. Almost. But then he thought that might seem rude and restrained himself, merely to nod and smile, already relaxing a great deal more then he had been not seconds ago. The fingers that had been fidgeting ceaselessly relaxed, though he still felt terrible for tripping ON her as he suspected had happened.
"I'm fine," he assured her again almost whooping in relief that the stutter had vanished. He was hoping to put her nervousness to rest, and thought that his own nervousness couldn't help at all. He didn't like the idea that he was possibly causing distress in her. "Honestly don't worry about it. We're both here to relax and have fun right? So..um..just don't worry okay?" Had he known she needed assistance he wouldn't have hesitated to offer, but as she had said nothing there was no way of knowing. He sat there another moment, unsure of how to continue. Chris had never been good with conversations...especially starting them. It had also been a while since he had really interacted with anyone period. ..."so um...What's you're name anyway?" Standard and cliché but it worked. He wriggled a bit, getting into a more comfortable position, though sure she wouldn't want him hanging about for much longer. After all, she had probably been here for a quiet, relaxing time, and this already wasn't exactly in that criteria.
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Post by 2ᵑᵈ To Last on Mar 29, 2011 19:57:23 GMT -8
As she watched, the older boy seemed to relax a little, assuring that he was fine, and in turn, she relaxed too, hearing him comment on something about relaxing and having fun. “A-Alright,” she assured him back, letting out a little sigh of relief. He was right: beaches were about getting away from her troubles. and here she was fretting about everything from politeness to her glasses... She began to wonder if maybe she should've just stayed home... “So um...What's you're name anyway?" “Huh?” Manya asked a little bewilderingly, then flushed in embarrassment, realizing that she was still lost in her thoughts. “O-Oh. It's Manya.” She jittered a little, realizing that she had let her accent slip in the slightest, but nonetheless smiled, hoping the gesture would be enough to show that she was friendly. He at least seemed polite after all, and it while the conversation started out due to an, well... flat-out awkward event, why should that be any reason not to make friends? She offered a feeble handshake, admittedly still a littler shaky from her abrupt waking. “Manya Marcini. And yours?”
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Post by WhiteJest on Mar 31, 2011 11:10:40 GMT -8
"Manya?" he asked, glad that the topic had steered away from awkward apologies and the topic of how the other was doing and such. Honestly he was pleased that he had gotten an answer at all, as half the time he ever talked to people he half expected to be told to go away. And in a situation like this the girl, Manya, would have had every right to do so. But she hadn't and that gave him even more confidence to stick around still longer. He hadn't failed to notice the slight appearance of an accent in her voice either. Not that it hadn't been there before, but just then it had seemed even more apparent. He couldn't place what it was though...not German, he knew that one well as it was his own, though somewhat similar. He had always prided himself on picking up on vocal inflections and tones. It made up for his inability to see expressions. It didn't bother him either, considering he had a faint accent as well. In fact, it made things more interesting, for him at least. Perhaps he'd ask her about it in a bit. He did like finding out where people had been or were from, as other countries interested him greatly.
Grinning, Chris, sat up straight, still trying to pretend that he was focusing on her. At least he HOPED he was looking at her face. He had gotten some fairly awkward questions before now about this, and he didn't wish to repeat it. "Nice name..much more interesting then mine at least." He shrugged. "You can call me Chris. Probably one of the most common names since the beginning of humankind, though...you could call it a classic, no? Anyway, it's nice to meet you, no matter how it happened." His face flushed a slight pink again at the mention, but quickly dissipated. Not seeing Manya's extended hand, he offered up his own hand for a handshake, a good three feet to the left of where she held her's, the delicate (and very obviously woman's) watch on his wrist glinting in the sun, and not realizing that he probably now looked like a total idiot. [/size]
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Post by 2ᵑᵈ To Last on Mar 31, 2011 20:26:43 GMT -8
Manya blinked a little when he still didn't take her hand, thinking that maybe he was waiting to make his introduction, but when he went on... and on, and on, she began to wonder a little, still following along with what he was saying, but beginning to wonder if she'd made some awkward gesture by offering her hand out first. Too soon? Too late? Maybe she shouldn't have offered the gesture at all? Slowly beginning to withdraw as he commented on how common the name Chris was, she flushed a little, feeling both puzzled and foolish at the same time- and then had to jump a little as the older boy- Chris, she corrected herself -extend a handshake out in greeting... three feet the other way. More blinking. More confusion. But nonetheless, she genially took Chris' hand, shaking it lightly. "Y-Ya, it is nice to meet you too" she said unsteadily in reply, still a little baffled before bouncing right back and giving him a reassuring smile, and then, a giggle. "And I think Chris is a fine name. My 'Apa always said classics were the best. " She laughed a little nonchalantly at that, beginning to release her hold. "Then again, I think he was talking about cars, but..." she trailed off, then paused in her handshake just about when she was going to let go, noticing something sparkling in the sun. It was a watch, which was a very normal thing, except... it wasn't exactly a very... robust looking model. Beautiful, but not exactly the type of watch a boy would usually be wearing around. "Zat... is a very interesting watch," Manya commented clumsily, then just as quickly fumbled back into the conversation. "I-I mean it is very fancy looking. I-Is that a silver coating, or...?" Her smile faded into something unsure and just a little bit forced, her cheeks a creamy beet red. How she jumped from talking aboutnames to watches was beyond her understanding- in the fact that she couldn't keep her comments to herself. With the way she went about it he probably thought she was some materialistic girl, or maybe even a kleptomaniac. Needless to say, she was internally smacking herself on the forehead, but on the outside, she still smiled, still keeping calm on the outside despite the constant ridicule from within.
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Post by WhiteJest on Mar 31, 2011 22:48:04 GMT -8
N ot aware at all that he had caused confusion, he gently clasped her hand in his and gave it a light shake. To him, so far so good, and he withdrew his hand feeling like he had avoided any of the possibly embarrassing situations that sometimes arose upon greeting and handshakes. He grinned at her comment and shrugged a shoulder. "You're right on that I suppose. Be it movies, paintings, music...cars.." he added, nodding toward her, "Those usually are the ones that are famous." He paused, then smiled in a somewhat sly manner. "What do you say? Think my so-called classic name will cause me to attain famous status somewhere?" He very much doubted it, and while he did paint, he didn't think any of them would turn famous. Just another pathetic artist's scribblings at the most. He was about to open his mouth to speak again to voice this when Manya's voice drifted out again. It took him a moment before he realized she was talking about HIS watch. He had worn the thing so long that he sometimes forgot he still had it on. It was actually one of his most precious items and he really didn't even know what it looked like. He had a vague memory of it but that was all. Also suddenly he thought that the act of wearing it to the beach was stupid indeed, what with all the sand and salt water around. All sorts of things that could damage a watch. Not that it mattered EXACTLY. The watch had long since stopped working, and the hands remained frozen at a quarter to seven. He shifted his hand over to the wrist that wore the watch and ghosted his fingers across the face unnecessarily. The fact that it wasn't exactly masculine was of no consequence or care to him either. It wasn't like he was particularly manly in any sense either, so it only went with his appearance. At least that's what he told himself. It was the thing it represented that counted.
"Thanks. I um...I think it's full silver actually. Not just a coating..it was..I mean it's mum's...or more like one of those family heirlooms. My sister didn't want it...so she let me have it." Dropping his hand to his lap again he shrugged. "I don't know why. These sorts of things should be treasured don't you think?" He honestly didn't mind the questioning, especially when it was about something important to him."Do you have something like that? I mean...' he flushed. It was a personal question to ask so soon in a meeting. "Only if you want to say right? You don't have to or anything." God he was verging on the rambling stutter again and he decided to shut up before it happened again. He really needed to get out more. [/center][/size]
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Post by 2ᵑᵈ To Last on Apr 3, 2011 22:30:04 GMT -8
“...I mean it's mum's...or more like one of those family heirlooms. “
“My sister didn't want it...so she let me have it.” "Do you have something like that?” The teenage girl considered the question for a few moments, suddenly aware of the feeble weight on her wrist. She hadn't considered the watch in such a light, and she supposed it made sense... Such things were[i/i] meant to be treasured, and it wasn't as if she couldn't relate, after all... She waved her right wrist, the silver heart bracelet on it jingling slightly as she offered him another reassuring smile. “Ya', I do,” she said, then placing her hand in her lap, examining the small, thin metal heart on the bracelet itself. “I got this bracelet from my 'Ama... It wasn't... an heirloom or anything like 'at, but...” She left the sentence at that. The truth was, she wasn't as open when it came to being asked about her personal possessions as Chris was, but then again... she wasn't sure if she had an answers to offer. And even then, what ones she did have she wasn't comfortable talking about- friendly as Chris seemed, she didn't let a lot of people on in her mother's... disappearance. Instead she simply smiled and nodded her head again. “It's good that you decided to take the watch. I think it's important to keep your family's memories alive,” she said, a certain ambiguity and calmness about her. “Plus, it's very nice too! It would have been a shame if no one had taken it in...” She tilted her head, examining it a little more. “...Is it broken?”
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Post by WhiteJest on Apr 17, 2011 23:04:21 GMT -8
((OMG I'm so sorry this took so long))
He listened to her talk, aware that he might have just asked a very personal question...and almost felt bad about it, though he didn't want to ignore her question either, so he kept the conversation going. "I bet it's really nice too" he said, forgetting to consider that she might actually be waring the bracelet right then. "It's just as special as any heirloom." He didn't mind talking about these things, so long as they didn't get too detailed. That's when the conversations got uncomfortable, especially with a near stranger. He grinned again and touched the watch affectionately, shaking his head. [color=MediumSeaGreen"Nah, not broken. It just needs new batteries. I just haven't bothered is all. What's important is that I have it, right?" [/color] He didn't feel like going into depth about it, because explaining why would be a very long and personal explanation, because like her, he didn't want to talk about family matters. He sighed and felt around for the bag he'd probably dropped when he fell and instead knocks his hand against something smaller that he didn't recognize as his own, though a few moments of feeling them told him it was glasses, or something like them. Definitely not his..he'd have no use sat all for something like that. He gently plucked the glasses off the ground and held them out in front of him. "Are these yours? Because I know they're not mine, and well..you're the closest person here and stuff.."He trailed off, aware he was rambling again. "Anyway...what were you doing before I so rudely nearly fell on you? I'm trying to brainstorm some stuff to do for the next five hours that I'm here." Chris was very much aware that he had totally switched the subject, but judging by his own discomfort and the tone in Manya's voice, the switch wouldn't be that upsetting for either of them.[/center][/size]
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