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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:00 pm
“Hum?” She hummed curiously as she sized the woman up, leaving the tune at a honest surprise of what came to be a shock. A lovely welcoming face that looked as though a bird would land on her finger if she raised it to the sky was looking right at Jessebelle, her pretty long hair that appeared soft to the touch lifted softly in the breeze, and an over all attractiveness to her hung in the air like the scent of spring had Jessebelle smiling; smiling in jealousy. At least her breast were small in comparison to Jessebelle's pricey pair stacked on her chest like glorious mounted elk horns! Ah yes, the breast were well worth the cost and daily upkeep. “Oh!” She stammered out in false modesty to the moment she had taken to not really think but just make sure she looked more attractive when they stood side by side. “It's mostly natural, with a few products of course." She lied as she laughed proudly, combing her hair that was made up of bleached blonde extensions. “But, if you want to know, I have a personal hair dresser, so I don't risk a bad hair day going to any salon.” Grinning, she eyed the girls hair that was absolutely fine- it was so not natural. "It's hard to trust your hair to just anyone, right?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:12 pm
 _____________The way she spoke screamed upperclassman like herself. She was relieved to hear such class in her voice. Aniela was even tempted to hug the woman out of happiness, but kept herself from doing so. That would be extremely awkward. er eyes glanced up at the twirling purple umbrella in awe. She just had everything to make herself look lovely. It made her a little. . upset. All of a sudden, she seemed to notice and untruthful aura from this woman. That she was hiding something. Aniela wouldn't say anything until she had proof though.
"Yes, I agree. It is hard to trust someone with one's own hair, which is why I upkeep it myself. Though it's usually in a tight bun and out of the way. . I don't usually get to wear it down like this or style it so lovely like yours."
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:40 pm
“Oh my, you must share with me your secrets.” Her smile was as fake as her eye color, breast, and hair. But, the girl recognized the hard work Jessebelle put into keeping up these not so real looks and it brought a more honest smile on her glossed lips. And anyways, the girl was nice, it'd be unlady like of her to be anything but nice too, right? "The time my hair takes is just slave driving! So what brings you to the beach? Swimming, tanning, hm?" The subject change, of course, was to spare Jessebelle any more talk and thought about how her real hair was hidden away underneath the false extensions. She now looked towards the people at play of a game of volleyball, a game she wasn't personally interested but was a good enough reason not to hold eye contact with the woman. Playing in the game was the man that had shown interest in her, maybe she'd give him the honor of sharing a conversation with her?
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:17 pm
_____________Aniela wondered why this woman was surprised that she took care of her own hair and not a hair dresser. Well, why would she need one? If she could brush her hair and pull it into a tight bun, she didn't need one. There was nothing special about it. The other woman's hair on the other hand was quite eye attracting. For a moment she wondered if it were real, it was so well placed. It had to be real though. Right? She nodded her head at the questioning of her doing her own hair.
"Well, there really aren't any secrets to be told. I just shampoo and condition it like any other girl would. I don't use expensive products because they end up making my head oily and gunky. It's insightful. My mother uses all that, hair care expensiveness and hair dressers. I just prefer to do it myself."
She laughed at what the woman said about how long her hair took. It reminded her of when she was younger and would wake up with a rat's nest spread all over her head. Back then, Aniela found it funny to look at in the morning and it would take a long time to brush it out. Even cutting of knots in her hair. Now, she took better care of it. She saw that her attention was averted to a group playing volleyball, but spoke anyways.
"Well, I didn't really have any intentions than just to look around. Then I saw that there is a festival today and new I should stick around longer. By the way," she paused and stuck her hand out for greeting. "My name is Aniela. It's very nice to meet you."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:24 pm
Emiko arrived at the beach with her two children. She set out a towel on the sand for her to lay on and Mitsukai played in the sand next to her. Usagi had decided to wander off toward the water to wade in the waves. In her opinion it was too hot to be laying out and not getting in the water.
Amaya had actually decided to go along with her younger sister to this festival. She sat under a large beach umbrella as she wrote things down in her notebook as she tried to work on her musical. Ai was busy standing next to the large umbrella while she slathered sunscreen on.
Mariella was sitting in a beach chair flipping through a magazine. She had always liked the beach, it was such a nice place to relax. She hat a floppy beach hat on top of her head and next to her chair sat a small bag of chips and a glass of lemonade.
The entire love family decided to show up on the beach trip. Logan and Bryan were scanning the beach, most likely looking for attractive women. Aria decided to come along to work on her tan and Emily decided it was about time for her to get out and meet some people.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:29 pm
 TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta Micah Boyé "When I listen to love, I am listening to my true nature. When I express love, I am expressing my true nature. All of us love. All of us do it more and more perfectly. The past has brought us both ashes and diamonds. In the present we find the flowers of what we've planted and the seeds of what we are becoming. I plant the seeds of love in my heart. I plant the seeds of love in the hearts of others." -- Julia CameronTristan and Micah stood there, they had finished putting up the volleyball net. the two bumped knuckles in a friendly fashion as though they believed they had the game already made. They did not wish to under estimate their opponents but they were very competitive and self-confident, for them it was the greatest trait. After wards Tristan believed he may compete int he swimming contest while he knew that Micah would pull out his guitar and sit around a fire to draw attention to him. He was a show off, he was a pleaser, he was Tristan's son and Tristan was proud of him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:03 pm
♥ • • Celeste xoxooxoxo
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Celeste had been sitting quietly on her beach blanket. Her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. The wind off the water was blowing through her large shirt keeping her cool, but she really wanted to get in the water. She just didn't really want to go in alone. So she did what any other self-respecting young woman would do, waited like a chicken on her beach blanket for someone her age to get in the water.
She didn't have to wait long, and she didn't get bored while she waited either, since there were a bunch of people on the beach today, and Celeste didn't mind people watching. But finally...finally! Or not so finally since we just concluded she hadn't had to wait long. Anyway, brunette who looked to be about her age braved the waves and waded into the ocean. Eeee! Celeste scrambled to her feet and shucked her shorts and tee. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a frisbee and headed toward the water. Reaching Usagi she gave the girl a friendly smile. "Hi. I'm Celeste. I don't suppose you like throwing a frisbee?" She held up the purple frisbee hopefully.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:34 am
“Oh, that just so happens to be the reason I'm here!” She exclaimed more positively as it came to a subject they could relate in it, though Jessebelle had come quite unprepared as she usually had things packed for her. Today she had chosen to go unexpectedly and didn't think to pack anything other then her fashion accessories she adorned. It was all her guard's fault, she'll figure out why later. Oh, the girl was presenting herself? Reaching a hand forward, she placed her fingers in the palm of the other girls as she would greet a man and nodded, the smile curving the form of her lips faintly showing with a happiness as it would seem Aniela wasn't too bad of a character – why Jessebelle could see a lot of possible sharing in the two with the appearing similar backgrounds. ”Jessebelle,” She replied with a ever so slight dip of her body, falling her height about an inch as she didn't want to get too close to the sandy floor, ”a pleasure.” Pulling her hand back to rest on her hip, she knew something had to follow this greeting up, something that would give Jessebelle excuse to be slightly distracted from the conversation. Swimming – no, too wet. Volleyball – no, too sandy. Why did she come to the beach again? Frowning to herself, she looked to the woman to give a possible idea. After all, Jessebelle's plan was to just sit about and look good, like she always did.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:40 pm
_____________She smiled when the woman gave her name back but was a little confused on why she shook her hand as if she were a gentleman. Why couldn't she just shake my hand like a normal person? Maybe she's just used to doing that out of habit. . 'Cause I'm definitely not a guy. I check every time I'm in the shower. It seemed that there had been a silence between the two of them and she thought that Jessebelle probably didn't feel in the mood to talk to another female at the time. She understood. Sometimes Aniela didn't really want to talk to anyone either. She decided to cut things short and let her be to bathe in the sun's warmth.
"Well, it was really nice talking to you," she began. "I have to head out though. Errands to run. I'll see you around though!"
She gave a big smile and a little wave as she walked away.
-Exit beach day festival-
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 2:00 pm
Integra nodded and looked to Leila, smiling as the two boys fist bumped one another. "Lets kick some a**." She whispered, before getting into position. "Alright boys. Bring it on. Why dont we make a wager? If we win, we get to take.. one or both of you home." Integra said.. not implying what they would be used for.. hard labor probably. "And if you two win.. hmmm.. i dunno Leila what should we give them if they win?" Integra asked with a smirk. "Either way boys its your turn so lets go."
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Zemblanity Insomnia rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 2:15 pm
"If they win, they get to see us makeout~" Leila replied with a little wink. Either way, she was wining. She grabbed the ball the way laying in the sand and brought it on her side. She would do the first shot. She played with the ball for a second or two, before throwing it up high and slamming it on the boy's side.
//Voleyball Rule! You roll a dice (or two for Hector since he's controlling 2 chara). If the total is higher than the other team, the ball is passed, if not, it falls on the ground. Since I'm doing the first shot, only Leila's roll counts and the balls goes on the Boyé's side. Easy? //
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 3:15 pm
Romane was doing her job just as she should~ As in, she was staring at everyone in disapproval and crossing her arms to censor herself, despite her being the most dressed of everyone. But, even Romane could get tired of such an action after awhile. Her eyes were now on Rachel and Sophia, giving her wonder if she should have taken one of the dogs with her. Both were cooped up in the house far more often than not, out of fear that they may run into something if she let them outside on their own. The world couldn't be safe for anyone, not even a pair of big rottweilers. But, watching them both would be tiresome, especially when she had a whole beach to keep an eye on. She may have had more company that way, though, than she did now.. With that thought in mind, she gave in and headed in a beeline for the blond.
“...Rachel.” She greeted with a small nod once she reached the woman. She looked down at the dog and hesitated before, “..Sophia.” was stated in greeting. ..Hey, the animal was more respectful than half of the people she had seen! She looked back to Rachel, then to the beach in search of something to – ah. “There is an elephant.” She pointed out, in case the blond hadn't noticed. ..No, honestly, Romane was uncertain if someone would notice that. After living in Nirvani for little more than a year, most things of that nature was blocked out. If only to keep one's sanity intact.
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Gaston had, at first, been insulted! Someone had hit his glorious, perfect cranium with their ruddy old cane!! How could someone think it was alright? Who dared to have the sheer gall to attack him, the mayor! Him, the king! Him, the GOD that was GASTON?!?! He was too – oh. Gladice. Of course. He rubbed his sore head and glared down at the woman, but he wasn't very surprised. Not even when some British moron wandered over to yell.. some words he had tuned out, because that was what a good mayor did. Ignored everyone and paid attention to only the important things! How could he even think for one second he should care for something as petty as a peasants requests? No, the important thing to do now.. was to study his nails and wonder if he should hire a better nail technician. When the pair were done and had gone on to idly chatter infront of him, he spoke up. “Now, loyal subjects,” He announced in his loud, 'look at me!' voice, not caring if he interrupted or not because, well, he was Gaston. He was more important than discussing new ways to serve him! “I apologize if you have any discontent over your chicken or.. whatever it is you people do, but I think this is your faults for not working harder. Now, shoo, go till the fields or milk your cow or some other peasantry activity.” He waved his hands to motion them away, like he was shooing off a couple of flies rather than people. ..Well, it was Gaston, it may as well have been flies.
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Florence, with a small child on her back, turned her head about in curiosity, now more focused on the immediate environment than the rumbles of the ocean. However distracting the waves were, she couldn't help but put her attention on a young female just behind. Moving carefully so as not to harm the child on top or disturb the people gathered to her side, she turned at an angle to face the teenager. Her head was lowered, but not to try to get a better view on her. More so, it was done to extend her trunk with ease towards the girl, slowly in study. In a childish attempt, betraying her inexperience with humans, she pressed the appendage against the much smaller mouth, a tilt of the head at the feel of the face. ..Odd.. It was much smoother than she had perceived, less bristly.. Like the boy on her back had been..
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The Waldroups were enjoying their beach day in awkward delight! ..Okay, no, not really. Theresa had sat there quietly with nothing to do but watch Junior bury Zap when the rock was 'sleeping' and Kade build a small, crumbling tower in the sand idly. None of them tried to say anything, not unless Junior's mutters counted for anything. Those little giggles had turned into panicked whimpers as he apologized to the rock over and over for burying it. ..Whatever Zap was saying was probably mean, if Theresa took the tears welling in the child's eyes as any evidence. She winced – oh, God, she missed the road.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 4:25 pm
The old woman left a long, long sigh and almost swung her cane back on Gaston's head, but choose to do otherwise. She would probbaly break her cane if she was to hit him as hard as she wanted too, and he wasn't worth it at the very least. Instead, she shook her head and patted Walter on the back before moving away, letting him deal with his own business. She grabbed the megaphone that Gaston had brought and decided to do his job... once more. She rolled her eyes.
"Alright, everyone. This is the time for the Sandcastle festival, you all know the rules.((They've been added to the front page, go read them D<)) This year, we have seven contestant and an Elephant...
1. Lotte Von Der Bach
2. Natalia Pepper
3. Cory Cameron
3. Freddy K. Murrow
4. Yoakim Jr. Waldroup
5. Kade Waldroup
3. Florence VII
4. Emery Trayilor
You have one hour to do your best, no... Go!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 4:29 pm
TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta Tristan grabbed the ball from the air, "Now, one moment, I need to get comfortable of course." He said softly as he removed his Jacket, vest and shirt. His skin was tanned but no where like his sons. But on his chest, could be seen, right there on his left Pectoral. A large Dark Red Anarchy symbol. It was as clear as day and regardless of Tristan's thought. He knew that some people... wouldn't like it. He knew it would put him on the radar, but he did no illegal things, or none that people could find without tracking his footsteps years back. Not waiting for people to react he set the ball in the air.Micah Boyé "When I listen to love, I am listening to my true nature. When I express love, I am expressing my true nature. All of us love. All of us do it more and more perfectly. The past has brought us both ashes and diamonds. In the present we find the flowers of what we've planted and the seeds of what we are becoming. I plant the seeds of love in my heart. I plant the seeds of love in the hearts of others." -- Julia CameronMicah took his chance as soon as his father set the ball he ran up towards it and took a jump forward going for a spike, he was going to quickly help his father score. They were set up strategically, his father had strong legs and could jump high, but Micah was faster than his old man, so he stayed in his back while his father was the forward.
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Zemblanity Insomnia rolled 3 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 2
Total: 5 (3-12)
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 4:31 pm
Oh yeah! Contest! Contest! Who was the best? Lotte is the best, that's who! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Lotte is the best! The little girl threw her water gun at Alex (yes, she threw it) and ran to grab her bucket and her little shovel. She sat down and realized something. She had no idea on how to make a sandcastle! She should have read on Sandcastleology before coming to that festival... or put herself in the swimming one instead.... She filled her little small bucket with sand, packted it, turned it around and made a small mountain of sand... No, no! It was a tower! The best tower in the universe even! She made a second one... and a third one... and a forth one. Making a perfect square... IT WAS AN INVISIBLE CASTLE PROTECTED BY A SUPER DUPER MEGA UBER FORCEFIELD. BAM.
Beauty in simplicity!~
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