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.ll Sand N' Stuff ll.

Josh’s felt Namini’s gaze on him. However, it felt different from her usual fervent and bustling gawk. Somehow, she felt distant… colder. The boy tensed up. He didn’t like it when the girl let off these kinds of feelings. Her detached aura seemed to tug and pull at something in his chest. Josh’s wiry finger trailed and crooked further into Namini’s grasp as he helped her off the sand. He pulled at her like an eager puppy ready to explore the rest of the beach… trying to pull her away from whatever painful memories she was subjecting herself too.

Josh was relieved to see joy illuminate her face again. He would have preferred it without the buzzard like squawk in his ear, but a wise man once said :“we can’t have it all”. Apparently, this was one of those times. The boy chuckled and continued towing her along until they arrived at the rather mammoth bucket of water balloons. Josh picked up a blue mass delicately and examined the squishy blob in his hands. “Do you want to play?”

((eating contest))

It was almost over. Oddly, all the fruit pies in front Chris remained untouched. It wasn't that she didn't like them; it was actually quite the opposite. Fruit pies were her favorite, and she didn't want to be put off of them by getting sick from the contest. Finishing the last part she would eat, Chris got up, walked a decent distance away, and promptly vomited up all she had eaten.

((Tally 146+28=174))

{{Beach Bar}}

Zayne smirked and grabbed Altairs tongue between his index and thumb before the inventor turned to check out his surroundings again. He counted in his head for a response that he knew was coming, one of either fright or delight, of the "newly discovered" beings.

1... 2... 3.... 4.

"Yes, Altair, they're probably perfectly safe unless you piss them off or something." Zayne switched to a dark tone, "of course, I'm not entirely sure about all of them..." He smirked darkly, just to freak the poor inventor out some more.

Not that there was enough of that anyways. Through the grabbing and shaking, Zayne finally hooked his co-worker around the neck and brought him to a sitting headlock. Unfortunately for the inventor, his head was almost perpendicular to the bar and his black beret threatened to fall off. "Calm down, will ya? Just go meet one of them if you're so unsure."

((Beach Bar))

‘How about I give you a good smack in the face?’ she thought darkly as he kept up his game of ‘keep away.’ And the way he was continuously using her name…yes, she knew who she was. There was no need to keep repeating it. He was damn lucky she’d been in fairly good graces before hand, and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes.

Though she’d already had a drink not too long ago, Ebony didn’t see the harm in at least humoring him. The slender woman shrugged, “All right, why not. As long as you’re buying, besides…there’s still the matter of my hat.” Hopping onto a nearby barstool, Ebony gave a simple spin before lacing one shapely leg over the other. In answer to his second question, “I’ve signed up for the limbo contest. It seemed less messy compared to some of the alternatives.” Steel orbs chanced a look towards the pie-eating contest and was met with a scrunching of her delicate nose at those who were stuffing themselves silly.

It was shorted lived as a coy smile took its place on her face as she turned back to the dark haired man. “So…anything you see that peaks your interest?”

((eating contest-->sand and stuff))

Chris walked back weakly over to where the eating contest was going on. Seeing other people still stuffing faces made Chris's stomach give a reminiscent heave, so she left the area quickly, Cierra not far behind. Stopping briefly at the towels they had rested at earlier, Chris shimmied out of the shorts that were over her swimsuit, grabbed her pair of goggles out of her pocket, and waded into the water as she put them on. Swimming out to deeper water, she then just let herself float, letting her sore stomach recover. Her relaxation was interrupted by something grabbing her wrist--hard. Right before she screamed, Chris looked up to once again to see Cierra's grave face--just how she had looked this morning. And then she repeated what she had said then too: "I have to show you something." Oddly enough, Cierra was still wearing her navy trencher, even the waist deep water. Chris stood up, her expression confused, but fully willing to trust Cierra.

"Alright," Cierra said, "follow me," the two of them heading out into the vast ocean.

(Beach Bar/ Sand n' Stuff)

David watched the other with inquisitive eyes, occasionally locking his stormy eyes with her steel daggers. Taking the barstool beside her, his smirk refused to budge as he tapped the counter impatiently and yet somehow politely, and looked towards the busy bartender. Taken aback for a moment as he noted the man's long, dark horns, David quickly regained his composure as he spotted a lower torso. For a second, he believed he had actually encountered a Raevan. How unfortunate...

"Two strawberry daquiris please. Virgins." David ordered, eyes locking momentarily with the mysterious bartender's. As he turned his attention back to the ever-seductive Ebony, he couldn't help but feel somewhat intimidated by the demon? man? whatever the bartender was.. There rested an air of uncertainty and familiarity around him. Curious.

He turned his head back to his female companion, his sunglasses and the shade provided by her hat giving him an air of mystery and charm, since they hid the majority of his face.

"We wouldn't want you to get drunk now would we?" he teased, instinctively keeping his attention on her face as he halfheartedly noted her shifting legs. It'd be rude to pay this kind of woman too much physical attention...Rude and dangerous. "Especially if you're going to be back bending your way to victory soon. ..And anything that peaks my interest?"

This kind of question was one that David was always incredibly cautious when handling. He still wasn't sure if Ebony was interested or not, so he decided to take the safe, less sexual route. "I'll probably push my pride and testosterone into the paintball field. -he paused, scribbling his name on the sign ups so he didn't forget- And limbo and pie eating aren't not really my thing. Y'know? How attractive is a person covered in juice and crumbs? or a man bending lower than should be publicly allowed?" He ended this rhetorical question with a soft chuckle.

Scanning the sign ups once again and realizing his sister had wandered off, probably chasing some familiar face or playing at some booth, he located the limbo contest and scribbled her name down. She would definitely forget to sign up and mope about it later, which was the last thing he wanted. He'd just save her the trouble.

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Namini squealed as several soft popping sounds flooded her ears, as well as some of the frigid waters. He was so fast! Glaring at his disappearing back, Namini pouted and sat for a moment. She had to think of a plan! How would she lure him in? ...Seconds passed and finally, she gave up on planning some kind of mystical attack on him. She's just have to fight fire with fire!!

"We'll see who surrenders, Josh. Just don't cry when things get too tough for you!" she attempted to roar, showing a more competitive side to her. Still wearing a radiant smile though, Namini rushed out from behind her sandy base and, seeing the boy bend down for more artillery, performed a dramatic barrel roll, ran up to the other teen and threw a good five or six balloons at him. Whatever she had in her arms were now like watery bombs. Probably ,from Josh's point of view, it seemed like a descending sky of colors and intimidating blobs of doom.

((Pie Eating Contest))

Yuurei looked back in surprise as Lucia floated next to her. She looked back at her trustee and realized. . . yes. . . she was cheering for someone else!!! How rude. Standing behind her guardian cheering for . . . Yuurei followed Lucia's gaze to see she was flapping her wings at a beautiful blonde raevan . . . who was waving to her. Yuurei, however, smiled, despite the lack of support, because it seemed as if her Lucia had made a friend.

Yuurei turned her head as one contestant got up and piratically ran from the table. As she heard the heaving and splashing sound of vomit being forced out of the stomach of one of her competitors by her own body Yuurei definately slowed down. She did not want to wind up like that woman: puking her pie back up on the sidelines.

Then again. . . she looked down at the pie in front of her. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. She'd definately go to the porta-potties, though, no matter how gross they were. Her chest heaved as she paused for a little to catch her breath. This, she decided, was definately a bad idea. And she picked up a pecan pie to start again.


Lucia's eyes brightened as Pasha saw her support and waved. Though she didn't like waving with her hands, Lucia flapped her wings gently in hello. Looking around her, Lucia saw something that greatly interested her: a group of other raevans. One lighter frei was being very vocal as he yelled and cheered for Meli. Another light frei . . . dragging an egyptian-looking Raevan . . . was talking to a very pretty sigel.

She looked away quickly, realizing she was staring at the group. She couldn't just go over and talk to them. That would mean more than talking to someone she didn't know. That would mean being thrust in a group of raevans she didn't know. And so far only half of the raevans she met had been nice to her. . . Lucia pushed the idea of joining them out of her mind, but maybe, later on, she could approach them all, one by one. That didn't seem too intimidating. She smirked at her head's busy thoughts.

(( Running Tally: 83 + 45 + 69 + 59 = 256 ))