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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 11:38 pm
Alrighty I3itches, roleplay between me and n o b x d y. Stalk away with your black vans and non-existent candy, but do not post.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 11:59 pm
zzzz[ roman kingston ]zzzzL X S T ◆ K I N GSo many things stand to exist as reasons for Roman's excitement as he rolled up to the island villa in the taxi. For starters, Jamaica is in fact Roman's home. Born and raised, he was -- well, mainly born. He moved to America not long before he could pee-pee all on his own. However, he visited often enough for him to still feel at home and be considered a native by the locals and tourists. On top of the fact that Roman was staying beachside. It was going to be his first time beachside with tourists. He usually went by the mountains and stayed by the lagoons and waterfalls. Then lastly, the person he's staying with; a childhood friend -- and to be truly honest -- 3rd to 6th grade crush... because by 7th he got his first girlfriend. Roman chuckled at the memory and brought his luggage inside.
It was pretty odd being there on his own -- especially without his parents knowing. Lucky for him his roommates agreed to cover for him if they ever called the dorm, but he still worried about being caught. But first thing first, Roman knew he had to find the nearest coconut or mango tree to climb and pick -- just like he always did when coming to the islands. He left his bags in the living room of the cabin, wandered and idled for a bit, soaking in the brightly decorated house, vibing too the loud lover's rock the neighbor was playing, and feeling the island heat before walking to the backyard in search of a fruit tree of some kind to climb. ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ 
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 12:37 am
 Sαge яαneri I'm a tough girl, and I'll `n e v e r` back down [without] trying. ═════════════════════════════════════════ Black thick rimmed glasses sat on Sage's face when she departed from visiting her parents in Italy. They made her look smarter and image is everything to them. She didn't even wear any makeup either, just a light blush to give her cheeks color and the appearance of a responsible lawyer to be. Once her parents were out of sight, she headed for the right terminal that would take her straight to Jamaica where her best friend and life long crush was waiting for her. Once on the plane, Sage took off the glasses and put in her colored green contacts and applied dark eye liner and a pale lipstick. She changed into something more comfortable in the restroom as well. A university hoodie, gym shorts and her favorite converse. With a neck pillow behind her head and an ipod with a travel playlist made ahead of time, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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Sage was shaken awake by one of the snooty flight attendants who didn't believe she was old enough to drink. Was her "Daddy's little girl" act rubbing off on her? Putting on her sunglasses, she used her middle finger to push them up onto the bridge of her nose. The woman scoffed and walked back to the other end of the plane and that was that. A little boy aged five, across the walk way from her, noticed Sage's gesture and fumbled with his hands to do the same. Sage just snickered before grabbing her carry-on and heading off the plane. About an hour later, Sage had pulled up to the cabin with her phone camera's storage completely full of pictures she took from inside the taxi cab. It was absolutely breathtaking here. Stepping out of the taxi, she gathered her things and headed inside. Roman was no where to be found, so Sage decided upon taking a shower to get rid of the melted raccoon look she acquired from sleeping in makeup.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 1:49 pm
zzzz[ roman kingston ]zzzzL X S T ◆ K I N GSo it turned out -- to Roman's delight -- that not only was there an abundance of mango and coconut trees towering over his head, but bananas, starfruit, breadfruit -- s**t Roman was in tropical fruit heaven. But of course, he headed straight for the mango tree, it was his favorite fruit after all. He took off his jeans blouse, wearing on his white undershirt, rolled up his distressed jeans passed his ankles, kicked off his shoes, and climbed like a damn pro to to the highest branch that was strong enough to support him. He swung his feet from up above, causing a few withering leaves to fall off and dance with the light breeze before it hit the ground. Roman licked is lips and looked around in the tree for the ripest mango until he found one that was visually satisfying. With care and agility, he was able to grab the fruit without scraping himself, and peel it with his hands.
As he ate, he thought deeply about what he would do when Sage finally arrived. He wanted to run out to open sea straight away with her when she arrived, but he wasn't so sure if she would like to do the same or settle into the cabin first... it would have been more reasonable to settle either way. He bit into the fruit, letting the cool nectar drip from his lips to chin. 'God, it's good to be home.' was on his mind the entire time.▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 2:32 pm
Sαge яαneri I'm a tough girl, and I'll `n e v e r` back down [without] trying. ═════════════════════════════════════════ Getting out of the shower, Sage wrapped a towel around herself and walked back to her room. Lifting up her suitcase onto the bed, she changed into a leopard print bikini top, short shorts and her favorite black converse. Once she dressed and put her hair up in a messy bun, she looked herself over in the mirror before changing her mind and putting on a baseball cap. There was no way in he|| she looked like a local, however, if she got the chance, she'd loved to find someone who could give her dreadlocks. The style always amused her and she was wanting and willing to try some new things while in paradise. Picking up her phone, she texted Roman just as she was walking out the door and heading towards the beach.
To Roman: Hey! Come be a beach bum with me!
Sage made her way to the beach, just a mile from the cabin. She swore she was gonna break her neck from looking left and right so often at all the sights. It really was amazing being here. Once on the beach, she stopped and placed her hands on her hips to take everything in. "It's good to be here |3itches." The island's response was sending a large dog running across the beach towards her, knocking her down and licking her face. Sage just laughed until her sides hurt and some adorable local children came running up to claim their dog again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 2:49 pm
zzzz[ roman kingston ]zzzzL X S T ◆ K I N GMid bite, his butt began to buzz, making Roman jump and drop the fruit. He watched as the fruit fell with horror and felt his heart crash when it hit the ground. Roman pouted and groaned, finally pulling out his phone from his back pocket thinking, 'this better be worth lost fruit', and to his surprise it was. His sat up straight, more than happy that he didn't even have to ask Sage if she wanted to go to the beach -- she beat him to it!
To Sage: Aren't we already beach bums?
Roman climbed down halfway, and risked the height of the tree by jumping off. The moment he landed on the ground, he rushed inside the house pulling off his shirt and pants along the way, and slipping on his swimming trunks before rushing out the door himself. Some of the neighbors would wave with either a " 'noon, bredren", and Roman would reply back in his native accent, "noon, bossy", just as they would normally greet one another. Almost as if a year hasn't gone by since he's been back in the Islands.
By the time he reached the beach, he could catch a glimpse of a girl who clearly didn't fit the scene. Roman smirked knowing straight away it was Sage, and rushed up behind her, "I think this is the part in those cheesy romances where I lift you from the ground and twirl you around on the beach with some indie s**t playing in the background... am I right?"▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 3:32 pm
Sαge яαneri I'm a tough girl, and I'll `n e v e r` back down [without] trying. ═════════════════════════════════════════ Sage stood on the beach, wiping slobber off her face and waving goodbye to the kids who ran off with their dog. She stared off into the distance watching the fleeting beauty of the rolling waves before they crashed against the hot sand. It was magical and Sage was feeling poetic. A wonderful land that the winds blow over,The charm it holds for the restless rover;.. Her thoughts were interrupted when she looked down at the sand and frowned. She was so white, if she was buried in it, she'd disappear and never be seen again. She jumped when she heard Roman behind her and laughed at his comment. "I'll settle for a hug you goof." Sage wrapped her arms around Roman's neck and smiled over his shoulder, happy to see him.
ooc: My goodness you are gorgeous! (Part-time profile stalker)
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 5:16 pm
zzzz[ roman kingston ]zzzzL X S T ◆ K I N G"Hugs will do." Roman laughed, and returned the embrace. He jokingly squatted a little lower and groaned as if he was in pain, "Ugh... in all these years I'd think you would have grown a bit taller..." He pulled away smirking, getting a good look of Sage. Understandably, they've been on and off talking over the phone, so it wasn't as if all communication was cut off, but it was weird finally seeing Sage... as like... an adult. It threw him off. A lot. The last day they spent with each other was the day before they both parted ways for university life. Yet, some how, Roman wasn't expecting her to change. He was just expecting the same high school Sage, except you know... more college-y. Roman licked his lips, snapped out of his little daze and finally asked, "So how is shitty Harvard?"
ooc: lol, thank you! How much do you get paid as part-time profile stalker? Might consider making it a career.▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 5:59 pm
Sαge яαneri I'm a tough girl, and I'll `n e v e r` back down [without] trying. ═════════════════════════════════════════ "I think I got shorter." Sage retorted and laughed. Roman definitely grew an inch or two, towering over her exact five foot height. He was even more handsome then she remembered, but what caught her attention most was the sparkle in his eyes. He must be so excited to be home. Though taller and more mature looking, Sage could still see that high school boy she went to junior prom with when no one else asked her to go. Good times."Oh you know, shitty as ever. I like to stick gum under my desk as a form of rebellion once in awhile. So far, it's had no effect." She stuck her tongue out at him. Honestly, she just wanted to be a hipster poetry writer, going to readings at a coffee shop once in awhile and gorging in book reading. Her parents would never approve though. She was expected to be the clean and polished good girl they raised her to be. But strict parents usually raise sneaky kids..."Do I dare ask how you like school?" Sage pretended to cower in fear, as if expecting Roman to explode into a perfect rant with arm flailing and cursing about how much he hated his classes.
ooc: It usually pays bi-weekly in sarcastic comments. wink
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2015 9:45 pm
zzzz[ roman kingston ]zzzzL X S T ◆ K I N G"Oh? Fight the power Ms. Raneri." Roman teased, but the moment he had asked her how he was doing in school, he rolled his eyes annoyed by just the thought -- which was sort of ironic seeing he just carelessly asked her. He felt the undeniable urge to rant all day long about how unnecessarily complicated when the lessons themselves were pretty trivial, and how the professors always expected him to be dumber than the others just because of the way dressed -- despite the fact that he was the highest achieving student in their classes. Roman just cringed at the word 'school'. "It's ridiculous. Yale is full of pretentious little douche dicks that likes to throw heavy frat parties and make mediocre -- and sometimes racist -- jokes and puns. They're borderline gross, Sage. I would shoot myself in the face if I wasn't so pretty." He shook his head in shame, and sighed, "if only I became a stripper!"
ooc: i am 100% for that.▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇
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