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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:35 pm
"Haruka? What are you doing?" Nanami asked her daughter over her shoulder, looking at the girl quizzically. They had been standing there for a good while now, which usually was the indication that this was where they were going to sit. But Haruka still hugged the beach blanket self-consciously. It took her mother a moment to realize what she was doing, and when she did, she rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, Haruka," she shook her head before cracking smile. She walked over and pried the blanket from Haruka's arms and spread it out on the sand. Haruka shifted uncomfortably before flopping down on the blanket. Nanami laughed softly before sitting down as well, reaching into her beach bag for a pair of sunglasses and a book. It was looking crowded, but that didn't bother her~
"The ********> Alex cried as a girl popped out of nowhere and started spraying him a water gun. It took him a few moments to realize what was going on and to get over the shock of the cold water soaking his clothes. He tried to block the water with his hand, but the movement was too sporadic and it wasn't working. "What the hell are you doing?" he snapped angrily, glaring down at the small girl.
River, meanwhile, was cracking up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:54 pm
Gladice raised an eyebrow when Walter told her that. Really? he had been shot? Was he alright? Well, he looked like he was, or else h woudln'T be at the beach. He would be at the clinic or something. "Ah, yes.. Neil. He can be quite.. yeah... BUT, he does do his job efficently. Don't ask me what happen between his head and the moment the newsppaer is printed, but his rambling never makes it, even though he's the editior... And, surely there was a reason for the officer to shoot you other than being in the coffee shop... did you look...suspicious?" She had no idea what to say, really... This town was... well, sometime, she found her day to day life to be more interesting than her Soap, and that is to say, Jenifer had just discover that her cousin Laurie was a boy...
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"Ah? I dont remember seeing you there" Said Leila to integra. Then again, she hadn't paid much attention to the feminine gender the previous year. She had been too busy tracking Keith Down. At least now she could relax... not that she wouldn't keep her eyes open for a rare jewel or two. "I'm not quite sure what you mean.... I supose, I've never been with that kind of guys before, Sugar. It's usually me who needs to listen and giggles at their stupidity." She admited with a shrug. Seduction. Power of the women. "Whait... you had a date with... A kangaroo? Does that mean that him arriving here on an elephant is actually...normal?" She had hear rumours, but didn't listen to them. They all had seemed so... far fetched. But if that woman was saying that, it must've been true.
It was then that a man approched them. Not aweful looking, but still, a man. Leila kept her usual smile on her lips, listening to his introduction. Oh? France, eh? "Ah! La France? Vraiment? C'est tres jolie la-bas! Pays du vin, des fromages et de l'amour! Ah, et la tour epheil! L'Arc de Triomph! La Seine! ... Ah, je blaque! Elle est deguelasse la Seine." She hadn't practice her French in a while. Might as well take the occasion to do it. She never knew when she would have to deal with a Frenchman. "Well, this is a festival... about the beach? I'm not from here. I just spend my summers here... Uhm... There's a swimming contest I know that... Oh, and a Sandcastle one too, but it was Cancelled last year.... then there's supose to be fire work."
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Lotte, the Minimal Lady, like she loved to called herself, was laughing diabolicly... until her gun ran out of water. No! She had put at least 4litre in it! Unless... she had already used it all on Alex? Damn, she should have kept some for another enemy too! "What I am doing? BAM! Getting rid of the competition Wham! That's what I'm doing bam!" She told him, right hand on he hips, looking him up from her 5'3! There was no way she was going to loose to a secret world champion sandcastle builder!
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:12 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 "Ah, I see. Your French is very good as well, L'arc de Triomph es trѐs trѐs trѐs étonnant." He wasn't used to speaking French, his compatriots on the internet were all English and American, he had known his French was falling away form him. His eyes gave a calm notion to his intent to merely make a friend, he was not into a relationship, nor was he interested in taking advantage of his position as a male. He was a respecting and kind man, even if his son was a Romeo of his time.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:24 pm
"Ah! Merci! Je ne pratique pas assez souvent!" She told the man between two very stupid giggles. She was used to play to the docile girly flirting girl. It had sort of become a second nature to her. "So, you have just moved here? It's a very beautiful place... just stay for of any Masquerades." Sure, it had been partly her fault, but she'd be damn if she was to admit it. She hadn't even been able to kill that stupid crippled girl! Oh, and she would probably be sent to jail for it. Oh well, it was all Alanis's fault, not hers. "So, tell me, Monsieur Tristan." She took a step forward, placing her hand on the man's chest."You and your son wouldn't happen to have a volleyball and net hidden somewhere? Me and my friend integra here have been looking for one, yet we can't seem to find any." She was now making small zigzags on Tristan's chest with her finger, as she playfully pouted her lips. What? It was already stated this had become a second nature to her! She couldn't help herself.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:46 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 "Mesdemoiselle, Je ne veux pas l'amour, but I do have a volleyball net, I have always enjoyed the game." He was flattered by the young womans attempt but he was not interested, no he was much too reclusive for such things as love. He had to build himself out of his hollow shell left by the death of his wife. His eyes fell upon his son "Micah, my son, he has never been the kind of person for volley ball, he enjoys the water over the land, he's a surfer. That's him there with the red hair."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:59 pm
"Who said anything about love, Love?" She asked, turning around and flipping her hair. She looked in the direction that the man was pointing at only to see... "Oh! It's thigh a** boy!" She exclaimed, recognizing the boy who's a** she had slapped couple of minutes ago. She giggle a bit a that. Oh, what were the odds to do that and then meet his father. "Awh, I bet he's just too afraid to have two lovely ladies beating his a** at a volley ball game." She said in a giggle, returning her attention on the father. So, he had a ball and net? Well, what was he waiting for? Integra and her wanted to play it. "I supose a Pink haired Women VS. Father and Son game wouldn't be happening? Sad." She pouted again. Was she overacting? Maybe a bit too much. Who cared? Not her!
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:14 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 slightly sneered on the inside, he was very protective of his son, and it was obvious that this woman was no good for him. She gave off the very essence of tease and manipulative, but being the gentleman he was he only smiled "I had not known you and my son exchanged greetings, I can get the net and ball, but my son something tells me he's going to be very... distracted, he's more of a show off type really." He began to turn around and started to walk over towards his car, he was sure it was in a box somewhere inside the car.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:28 pm
Leila giggle while passing her hands through her hair. "Well, if he really want to show off, he should make an effort to not loose to two girls like us." She replied, passing her hand around Intergra's shoulders. They were a team of beautiful pink haired woman, ready to kick some French boy's a**! Boys needed to be whipped around more. They loved playing with her when she was told too, so of course, it was only natural that she played with them in return when she was off duty.
As the man walked away, her eyes went from both father to son, then back on Integra's. "I hope you're good at Volleyball, because we aren't loosing this!" She told her with a devious smile. It was rare she could show of, so of course she would! Now... when was the last time she had actually played that game? She knew she was fit, but, she was lacking the training of volley ball. Oh well, for all she knew, God loved her and she would kill them.... maybe not literally.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:33 pm
 _____________Aniela wore a white sundress that complimented her form as well as matching her hair color. She wore an eye catching necklace with blue gems to rest on her chest. They seemed to match her eyes as well. Being out at the beach made her feel so pale. This was the first time she was able to be out and about with no worries for quite some time. Moving to this island was the best idea she ever thought of. Looking at the civilians, they all seemed very nice and pretty. She wondered if anyone else knew ballet like she did. Or if anyone could play piano well. She could use a good pianist to play in her studio while she practiced. Then she should invite them to play at the balls she is soon to hold. She wasn't new to the place. Her family has always owned the vacation home, they just never really stayed there long enough. On her shoulder was a medium sized tote bag. Aniela pulled out a bottle of water and began to drink from it. From the walk she made, it was needed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:47 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 walked to the car, popping the trunk and pulling out the volleyball net, he placed it on the ground so he could get the ball."Catch!" He said as he tossed the ball into the air, it spun in static stationary for a moment before it started to fall towards him, as it fell in front of him Tristan let go one of his strongest kicks, shooting the ball forward at the girls.Micah Boyé When the balls altitude fell Micah braced himself, slamming the tail of his board into the ground he launched vertically allowing him enough space to flip back just in time to kick the ball the rest of the way to the girls. When he landed he laughed "dad, you got room for a forward?" Tristan gave his son a laugh and a nod as he made his way over to the girls bringing the net. When he and his son make it to the girls they began to set up the net.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:55 am
Clearing her throat, she walked the length of the beach closer to the water where the sands just started to harden from the flowing water deep below and found a comfortable spot to- she forgot a towel. It hit her like a brick and suddenly she was standing wary of the sand as though they were ants ready to crawl up her and cram themselves in every uncomfortable place possible that wouldn't come out until she got home and thoroughly washed! Feeling very unsettled now, Jessebelle came to more desperate thoughts. Her searching eyes went from her tall dream boat Gaston, to an unwatched towel someone wouldn't notice missing for a little while.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:50 am
_____________She heard a male voice shout Catch! and caused her to turn around and see a big white ball flying her way. She quickly ducked in time to the sand and dropped her water bottle, spilling the contents. Aniela looked at the darkened sand in disappointment and then stood up again as the man who sent the ball walked past. She brushed the sand off her dress, knees, and hand. Then she picked up the water bottle now filled with sandy water. The young woman walked down to the shore line. She took off her sandals and placed them in her tote bag before going knee deep in the water. Aniela cleaned out the water bottle and then placed that in her bag as well. She would recycle it later. Now that she was in the water, might as well relax. The coolness of it felt perfect with the sun's heat on her. A balance of both. She looked over her shoulder to see that there was another lovely woman standing at the water's edge. Aniela couldn't help but to stare and compare. She looked like she was the rich type, like her parents. Then her eyes fell to the woman's large breast. Her cheeks turned to a bright pink at the sight. They were so large compared to her own. She felt ashamed of them for a moment. Aniela made herself leave the water and walk over to this voluptuous maiden. As she approached she gave a wave as if not to startle her or anything.
"Excuse me, but I could help to admire you from afar. Your hair is so lovely. Where do you get it done?" Your breast too. Where did you get those done? I want some . .
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 8:53 am
(( Aniela is talking to jessebelle right? And not integra? When i see big boobs i think integra so let me know if it is her and i can edit XD))
"Frenchman huh? You and Pip would have a few things to talk about im sure. And i didnt know you spoke it either Leila. And im pretty good at volleyball, so dont worry." Integra said with a smile. Interesting, really interesting. She walked with Leila having kept quiet during the interaction Leila had with the older male. He was nice, but surfer boy was nicer. A nice beach body, of course Leila's body was nice as well. Nicer than the males because it had all the right parts too it. While the boys set up the net, Integra ran her hands through her hair.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 11:37 am
( yes she is speaking to jessebelle ^ ^)
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 11:52 am
((LOL @ Your breast too. Where did you get those done? I want some)) Of course, Leila wouldn't lift a finger to help the boys set up the net and everything. They were boys, they could do that themselves. Her job, as a female, was to kick their asses. She giggled a bit at that thought before returning her eyes on Integra. "Well, Sugarplum, there's a lot of things you don't know about me." She said with a smiling, putting her left hand on the other woman's arms, trailing her fingers until they reached Integra's. "So, you're ready to kick some Frenchman's asses?" She asked her with a giggle.
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