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[[ Beach Bar --> Limbo ]]

After hearing the limbo announcement, Altair almost entirely disregarded everything else, heading for the shaman pole in the distance. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. "It's time for me to SHINE!" He stood up from his chair at the bar, feeling an incredible second (or was it third?) wind rush through him, and he quickly dashed as fast as he could to the limbo area.

Limbering up before his turn, he did some basic stretches, touching his toes and such. Feeling ready just as he arrived at the front of the line, he wiped some sweat off his brow and approached the limbo bar and bent as low as he could, even though he knew he was guaranteed to pass this round easily.

{{Limbo~}}

Damien followed Altair, laughing as the silly man fell backwards on an effort to show off his flexibility Very slightly leaning back he went under the pole. He couldn't be too bad, he was rather short anyways.

((Limbo/parking lot))

Namini exhaled sharply as she bent forward, returning to her usual height and feeling the tension being lifted from her chest. Though she was so uncomfortable in the act of bending backwards (Namini felt shy now for having previously removed her hoodie..), the young girl was happy at her bending. She hadn't limbo'ed in such a long time, and it was nice to see she was still okay at it. Blue eyes scanned the crowd for David, but the girl was resorted to a pout when she noticed she had lost her brother. Namini had cheered for him, it wouldn't kill him to be her cheerleader now! Puffing her cheeks irritably, she returned to the back of the line, taking notice of the ever-competitive Josh. Someone to talk to for once! Skipping playfully to his side, Namini beamed brilliantly before taking the boy into an innocent embrace, "Thank you so much for shooting my brother.I mean, I feel bad for him, but I guess it was karma, y'know?"

Without letting the boy's arm go, intertwining it with hers, she continued obliviously to any tension Josh could have been experiencing, "So you'll be my opponent in this event, hm? Well, good luck to both of us!" Namini stopped momentarily in her conversation as she reached her turn yet again. Finally releasing Josh's arm, she stretched once again and felt her spine prepare itself a second time, her mind completely focused on the bar, leaving thoughts of her brother behind.

...Speaking of David.

"Damnnnn it," he hissed, wiggling his way through random stuffed animals, wilted flowers, numerous unnecessary and unused beach equipment, and the occasional blanket or two. How hard was it to find some crackers and a bottle of water?! Considering the option of grabbing something from the beach bar, David's pride fought it off and he continued his search. He had seen a Gatorade somewhere this morning, and he was sure he had left some cookies in the back. The fact that he had yet to turn the car's a.c. on was also another factor in his hothead. Why waste gas whe-- AHA! Taking hold of the drink, his grip nearly crushing the bottle, David felt a victorious smirk fall onto his features. Abandoning the hunt for snacks, he shut the door quickly and darted back to the limbo event, like some kind of pet, seeking praise from their owner.

[total: 5+92 = 97]

[[Beach---Beach bar]]
((OOC: I READ THAT POST SO WRONG. SO VERY WRONG APHISMET))

Dorian could feel himself relax as the cool salt water rushed over him like a welcoming blanket to a long forgotten bed. He could feel his, muscles tense and relax at the same time while he swam against the tide. Coming to the surface for much needed air, he left himself float adrift for a short while, enjoying the sun's heat and the water's coolness at the same time. however, not all such good thing last, as Dorian felt himself slowing drifting away from the shoreline. Knowing that he had left his belonging at the bar prior to the paintball game, he should have gone and retrieved his things before doing something irrelevant. Swimming back the shore's hot sands he watched the limbo contestants on his way to the bar. He wish he had signed up, but, well..."Such is fate. Can't win 'em all." He said to himself.
He noticed his bag was still by the paintball field marker. Rifling through it for a short while he pulled out his indigo towel and dried the parts of him that the sun had yet to take care off. Tyeing the towel around his waist he made his way into the open air bar, and checked the event listing all that was left was storytelling...but...he had work later..did he want to set off work for a game?

((Sand N’ Stuff --> Limbo Contest))

RoChan hissed in slight pain as she dabbed the sore area between her collar and neck with a wash cloth. Magenta pink paint dribbled down her arm and chest as she tired to take the paint off as cleanly as she could. Of course she only ended up making more of a mess. Still in between catching errant runs of diluted paint from wondering down unwanted areas she dabbed at a rather offensive looking mark on her fair skin. It had been a damn good shot that had not only scared the dickens out of her but also left a nasty looking purplish welt. In that daze of pain she had forgot to fire her last two shots and begrudgingly admitted defeat with a total of 3 misses and 1 hit. However, she was lucky to walk away with just one bruise as many of her other teammates and rivals weren’t so lucky. Poor things.

“This thing is going to need some ice.” The dragon decided, finally fed up with the mess she was making.

Leaving the bathroom stall she quickly walked towards the bar only to stop and stare at the crowd of people lined up before a bar. Blue eyes ran wide and white teeth bit the bottom of her lips as she sucked in air. “Crap! I completely forgot about the limbo contest!” She hurriedly made her way to the back of the line awaiting her turn to bend below the high bar. RoChan went to take a slight dip beneath the marker when a sharp pain that shot to the back of her neck caused her to stop. Oh she was going to need something to knock her out after this. Like a strong drink. A really strong drink.

((Limbo – Round 2))

She’d been too busy sizing up her competition, specifically David’s sister and her male companion, that she’d almost missed her turn. Hopefully, David was too busy tending to his bruises and paint-splattered pride to be watching her do this. Though she knew he probably was since his sister was participating too. Lavender strands shook free from her face as she tried to get her head back into the game. Whether that pompous jerk was watching or not was the last thing she needed on her mind. Once again, Ebony bent her way backwards and made her way under the stick.

((Total: 56+19=75))

[[Limbo Round 1 // Beach Bar (watching)]]

Zave woke from his silent stupor when the announcement for the limbo blared over the speakers... it seems he had missed watching the entire paintball match. Quite honestly, after everyone had finished the pie eating contest, Zave felt a little sick himself. Uuughhh... that didn't look appetizing at all. He reminded himself never to participate in that sort of contest.

At least Meli tied for first. That was impressive. I hope she doesn't get sick like Laz did. Zave thought to himself. He raced to line up, seeing that Meli had already made it through. "Here goes nothing!" bending backwards, he tried to go under the bar.

However, somehow he couldn't tell his body to lean back properly, and instead just floated right through the bar, knocking it to the ground. I know that was practice, but what happens if that happens in the actual game?

Tsu snickered, watching over from the bar area, another drink in hand. "Then you're out of the game!" he hollered over the crowd, making Zave flush a bit harder. He'd have to do a lot better next time. He had then realized the line was behind him too. He shouldn't have been in such a rush. Oh well.

[First round: 100 (not boding well...orz)]

.ll Limbo ll.

Josh smiled wirily as Namini made her way over. So she was participating in this event too? Josh nodded apathetically at her excitement. As of now, he didn’t see it as such a big deal that he had shot David. The man was practically a pink blob by the time the event was over. It seemed like everyone had gotten a shot or two on the man. “Don’t worry about it. I would do it a million times for you,” Josh nearly slammed his face into his palm for spouting such a cheesy line. He quickly rebounded and hoped Namini wouldn’t pick up on it, “I’m not so sure if it was karma. I think he just wasn’t too good at the game.” The boy chuckled at the end of his statement as if he was sharing a private joke with himself. Josh knew that he was better than David. Maybe not at butting heads, but perhaps at everything else.

As Namini’s arm interlaced with his, all of his tension seemed doubled. This was somehow different than when he initiated contact. It seemed more intrusive… the touch threw him off guard to say the least. He was somewhat glad to see Namini leave for her second turn. However, he was not glad to see her thrown out of the game so soon. Josh approached her with a polite smile plastered across his face. “You looked like you were doing really good Chickie. Sorry about that.”

Josh noticed that the raevan behind her nearly stabbed himself with the bar. Josh winced at the sight and gave the guy a few encouraging words. “You can do it. Just shake this one off. You’ll do better the next round.” It was obvious that the musty blue raevan wasn’t going to be any competition for the boy. Still… Josh hated to see someone do that badly on the first round.