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Post by brittaney on Jul 27, 2010 0:05:34 GMT -5
It was a nice sunny day at the beach, the gulls announcing how bountiful the sea was today as they called out to the others, diving down from the sky and grabbing fish from just below the oceans surface and then sitting on the wavy waters to enjoy their fresh meals.
The sounds of people laughing and playing filled the air. Jay added into the noise as he cheerfully jumped up and down just ahead of his parents, running towards the waters edge, "Look mom! It's so nice out there today! Can I go swimming yet?" He cried out to her as she stayed at a steady pace far behind him with his father. She shook her head as he stopped just as his feet touched the waters edge and called out to him, "You just ate, you have to wait a half an hour before swimming."
He let out a disappointed sigh, but then looked up once again with a smile, "Alright fine, that gives me time to build a sand castle anyway." She smiled back happily towards him, "We will be here all day sweetheart, besides" She said as she laid an umbrella and some towels down on a patch of dry sand a ways away from the water, "I recall a certain boy who wanted to build his mother the castle of her dreams today. Should I look for a new architect?"
He was walking back over towards her but then stopped and stiffened at her question, "Um..heheh, no mom. I remember. I'll go build you your dream castle!" And with that he took off towards a big sand dune a ways off, taking a bucket from his father who was also setting stuff down and getting their 'camp spot' set up.
He sat down next to the dune, sand already beginning to cover his entire red knee high swim trunks. He took off his sleeveless white t-shirt and put it down on the ground behind him before he started on the castle, using the bucket to make the base for the castle as he filled it up with sand and then turned it over onto the sand and pulled it back up.
A small amount of time later, he had already made up most of the castle and was working on building the moat, using the bucket to bring water from the ocean to the small ditch he dug around the castle, "Hehe, she's gonna love this." He giggled.
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Post by Sinneh on Jul 27, 2010 2:07:17 GMT -5
Well Fuck! Exclaimed one of the 3 other people Dare was with. “David” had become a little too cocky for Dare’s taste and his jokes bordering pointed insults. This being so, Dare had thrown his nearly empty beer bottle at his face hard enough for it to break. From that moment that action had caused a chain of reactions, er well more like drunken chaos. John had rushed over as fast as a drunken guy could, kicking up sand, and was now trying to prop him back up since the impact had knocked David out. Meanwhile the girl next to David was screaming obscenities, and the last guy seemed to be dying of laughter, along with D’Alerian of course. YOU ARE SUCH AN ASS HOLE DARE! The girl stormed up to D’Alerian, all 6’8 feet of him. She had only a momentary lapse, but she still managed to scream the words to him. Dare’s only reaction was his usual smirk and mocking laughter merging with the laughter of the other guy. Shut up guys, I think we’re creating a scene! The guy stopped laughing and composed himself enough to say the words and try to placate the woman. The tiger shifter growled, but not so much in anger as in amusement.
You know what? I think I’m going to go for a swim. [b/] D’Alerian said and strode over to the cooler for another beer before walking off, leaving the chaos behind him. A regular ocean breeze blew his near-shoulder length dark hair back, and with a flick of his head it fell back in place framing his face. He was wearing knee-length navy swim trunks and a white t-shirt, and the only weapon he had was his military combat knife in his pocket. He downed that beer too and threw it over the nearby sand dunes where he was headed. He now had a pretty good buzz going, losing count of the amount of alcohol he’d consumed since arriving at the beach. Striking royal blue eyes glanced every which way, and he was mildly disappointed by the lack of gorgeous women. Sure there were women, but hardly any were up to his flirting standards, let alone his Let’s-have-sex standards. A group of girls scantily clad waved at him, and all it took was a passing grin for them to giggle and stare breathless until he turned away from them. He finally crossed the sand dunes and what he saw at its base was enough to bring out his characteristic smirk. Even with the malicious edge to his features he was still easily one of the better looking guys around Shelpey, what with his well built and sculpted body combined with his light tan and stunning royal blue eyes. He always has that wild feel to him, intensifying his dark appeal.
He boldly strode right over to the boy and his sand castle, and when he was near enough he cocked his leg back and proceeded with a quick angled kick that would deal the most damage and send flying the most sand. Of course he also aimed right for the boy, and when the damage was done he straightened up, smirk in place on his lips, and with a sardonic gaze. Aw, did I just ruin a little boy’s sand castle now? Or did you make it for your mommy? Dare said in mock innocence but complete insult in his tone before bursting out in mocking laughs. He still had his buzz going, which was probably why he even chose to mess with some random kid at the beach. Too bad he didn’t have another beer bottle to throw…oh well.
{614-ish words D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis Muse: Ehhs Other: Sooo Sleepeh ~zzz}
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Post by tessa on Jul 27, 2010 2:35:25 GMT -5
[/i] one! It was a very minimalistic, royal purple two piece with plastic jewels lining the cups of the top porting, accenting her deep red hair. Her body, normally hidden under heavy sweaters and baggy jeans, was soft and smooth and generally perfect. Even though Karla was athletic she wasn't quite this slender, and Xara's body imitated her tantalizing Serval form. She ignored the men, and even some women, who'd made it a sport of hitting on her, trying to 'turn her on'. She wasn't here for their entertainment, for fucks sake, she thought, so why were they all over her like flies on shit? She heard the ruckus the group of beach drunkards had caused and lifted her head, tilting her black sunglasses towards the tip of her nose disapprovingly. Why were some people so obnoxious? Did they think it was fun, or that they were cool, or special for making such a disturbance? Was it some sort of a sport for them? She pushed the glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, letting her gaze wander about the beach. So many people were here, sun tanning, frolicking - she shuddered- having unprotected sex in the bushes nearby. Wow, because she really wanted to see that. "O-kay," she sighed to herself, feeling a bit...dirty "time to go."She gathered her things, ignoring the hungry eyes which examined her rump and her chest as she bent forward. She snorted in disgust: pigs! She gave her towel a brisk shake to free it from the sand and folded it over her arm, walking along the waters, through the lapping waves, swinging her hips as a bit of a middle finger to those who were staring at her. ha! they weren't getting any, and they knew it. She brushed her hair from her face and turned it to the wind just in time to see the man kick over that poor boys sand castle. And something in her snapped. She pursed her lips and swung her hips right on over to him, standing behind the boy and giving the man a rough poke in the shoulder. "Hey you big jerk," she lectured crossly, plucking her glasses from her face and jabbing her finger at him accusingly, "leave him alone. He's just a kid: what? can't fight someone you're own size, huh? Need to pick on little kids, you big pussy?" she barely remembered there was a child present and said quickly, "thats a bad word: don't say that." and turned her gaze back to the man. She was kind of sexy when she was angry. [/ul][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by brittaney on Jul 27, 2010 13:04:50 GMT -5
He had just finished the moat around the castle when all of a sudden the light from the sun disappeared from his view behind a huge wall of a man. He looked up and was about to say something, but all he could do was open his mouth before BAM! Sand came flying at him as the man destroyed his castle, kicking it into his face.
The boy closed his eyes and mouth, but not fast enough to keep the sand out. He rubbed his eyes in pain and coughed as he choked on the chunks of sand that had entered his throat. Usually, he would take a moment to think things out and then act, but pain clouded his judgment at that moment and all he could think was 'retaliate'. So he did.
He couldn't see due to the sand in his eyes, but he reached down next to him, feeling for his bucket. He grabbed the object and threw it at where he had last seen the man that had done this to him. He re-covered his eyes afterwards and stood up, sand falling off of him from all over his body, his red swim trunks covered in the stuff. He managed to cough up all the sand in his throat and took a good breath before commenting towards the man's mother comment, "Yes, it was for my mother you jerk!" He yelled at him.
He was about to turn and run blindly away, prepared to get beat up for tossing a bucket at the guy, but was stopped as he heard a woman behind him yelling at him as well for what he did. He knew it wasn't his mother, it didn't sound like her at all. He also knew that due to the fact that she wasn't all over him as if he had just been set on fire.
Even so, now that he had someone there with him to back him up he felt as if there was no need to run now. "Hey you big jerk, leave him alone. He's just a kid: what? can't fight someone you're own size, huh? Need to pick on little kids, you big pussy?" He heard her yell at the man. A smile came to his face as he nodded, but was stopped as she turned on him, "That's a bad word: don't say that." She said, as if he were a toddler still learning to speak, "Um..." He couldn't find the words, all he could do was smile and stifle a giggle, 'Really?' He thought to himself.
He had to force himself to focus on the problem at hand though, the woman's words causing him to lose focus. The smile stayed, but the seriousness returned to his form as he stood up straight towards his bully. He wanted to throw an insult at the man too, but couldn't think of anything mean to say. His mind ran blank.
(Dunno if you can tell from all the rambling, but he's still blinded by sand until he can wash it out or something. lol Just so you guys know~)
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Post by Sinneh on Jul 29, 2010 4:18:03 GMT -5
Dare was naturally sadistic and cold when it came right down to it, and so when the kid started coughing and rubbing his eyes because of all the sand kicked, he was actually surprised that he hardly felt any genuine high or content. Of course he did feel some amusement, and it was intensified by his mild buzz, so a loud guffaw followed by a few short, harsh laughs was his main reaction. But if one would’ve paid closer attention they would’ve realized they were nearly humorless. He wasn’t even provoked, but still he felt no regret. Never would Dare regret anything. When the boy moved to throw his sand bucket then his natural and trained reactions kicked back in. He slapped the bucket down with an open-mouthed grin, and then the words that followed did bring out genuine chuckles. Yes, it was for my mother you jerk! And yelled with such emotion!
He was about to provoke the kid some more when one fine specimen of a women entered his visage, and all hot and bothered no less. Strange how he had missed her, she was well up to his flirting standards. She poked him in the shoulder, obviously to get his attention no less. He straightened up a bit to his 6’8 height, flashing an easy grin known to leave most women breathless and pause. Striking royal blue orbs held hers with an almost intimidating intensity. And really, in all honesty he was handsome no doubt about that, but he was above and beyond that as well. It was just his actions and behaviors that threw the light-hearted off or the like. But really, if he wanted to, he could get any woman he wanted. Some simply required more work than others.
"Hey you big jerk,--leave him alone. He's just a kid: what? Can’t fight someone your own size, huh? Need to pick on little kids, you big pussy?--that’s a bad word: don't say that." One of his eyebrows arched and the end of his lip rose in an amused smirking grin. Clearly fake shock before shifting into an expression of mock hurt in the form of an adorable pout that did nothing but add to his raw masculinity- surprisingly. It was clear this woman wasn’t the kid’s mother, which made her all the more curious. Actually, I prefer the term ass hole, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not fighting with him. playing is more like. His husky baritone flowed smoothly off his smirking lips, hinting sarcasm and a bluntness that fit right into the ass hole category. He actually chuckled at her words though. He didn’t fight- he killed. And if he did fight- he dominated Even to the point where it would hardly be considered a good fight. Those unspoken thoughts played themselves with the sudden dark flash in his bright blue depths, an instant of lethality and danger, and that itself led to the beast within; the Siberian Tiger. So yes, assuming she even held his smoldering intense gaze long enough to notice it, it could’ve been written off as something else. Humans were ignorant so past faults it was actually insulting at times to be “related” to humans. Unless she was a rather educated shifter there was little to no way she could’ve seen the animal nature, let alone detect it.
And still, even for a human she was sexy in her own right, and that was something D’Alerian could appreciate. He wasn’t one of those fucking drooling pervs who melted at the sight of any half-naked girl- no he knew the game, hell he played the game. But she definitely had some potential. His gaze snapped back to the blinded kid when his movement was caught in his peripherals. It was the first time the boy held his focus since the arrival of the woman. Stupid kid had a smile plastered on his face, standing tall like he had something to say. The kid ain’t anything without any motherly figure there to fight his “fights”.
Apparently this ruckus was also clearly heard, well enough to reach the few hundred yards behind the dunes where the beach drunks had been. He mentally cursed himself for not noticing sooner, but the approaching figure of John was now in his view. John was in orange swim trunks with the beginnings of a beer belly with short sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. Oh and did I mention the part where he’s David’s brother? Dare only had time to mutter Shit before he stomped his way over, bringing with him a nose-stinging- worthy scent of alcohol. Storming his way in the front however and looking mad as hell was David. Now he was wearing red swim trunks with grey trim, and he was fairly built, mostly due to him swimming almost every day. His face was an entirely other matter; the whole left side swollen and raised, looking black and purple and even blue, with streams of blood running down his face. There was even a gash by the corner of his eye and nose where the glass must’ve shattered, and the eye was swollen closed. His nose was also bleeding, and by the looks of it, it seemed as if he had to snap it into place. The bruising had even reached around the area that had been struck. His light blonde hair reached his cheekbones and it was glistening wet and caked with blood, sticking to his face. DARE! He put in as much anger and fury as he could into that one word, and D’Alerian couldn’t help but outright laugh. Dare took a bit of pride in having done that with only one hit from a beer bottle, but it was mainly amusement he felt. He pulled out a switchblade and with a roar charged right for Dare.
Meanwhile, John basically abandoned his brother and went for Xara. Well so much for brotherly love. John raked over the woman with a hungry gaze, lips curling into a pathetic attempt of a seductive grin. He puffed out his chest and advanced towards her, trying to push the kid out of the way and hopefully to the ground. He had an arm outreached to wrap around her waist and hip from the side. Baby, well aren’t you sexy. He crinkled his nose in another grin and narrowed his eyes in a further attempt at seduction. Though I guarantee you’d be even hotter without the top. He winked and with his free hand he tried to slide his hand up over her abdomen to the front of the bikini so he could pull it up. It mattered not if he was groping her or not, he was drunk enough to be forcing himself on her.
David did try to shove and slash his way between Jay and Xara, but before he could land a hit Dare shot out his hand, catching the others wrist then sliding his hand over so he was guiding David’s arm downward. He secured the forearm under his armpit and held him in place, which also brought his face closer to Dare. The whole time moving backwards to get Jay and Xara out of striking range. With his other hand he cupped the back of David’s neck, and in a sudden jerk he brought David’s face and head down while bringing his knee up. They connected with a sickening crunch, the nose having broken again. But D’Alerian didn’t stop there, he repeated the knee to the face hit, and then he released to let forth a vicious forward kick right in the sternum. David flew backwards some feet before landing flat on his back, having the breath knocked out of him a second time. It was safe to say he wouldn’t be getting up.
D’Alerian poised for another attack from John, but glancing to Xara and Jay, he knew why there wasn’t one.
{1,326 words D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis Muse: Good Notes: Sorry its uber long, I originally had around 600 words but then I got bored so I added on until it became a twist xD Dunno if I made things too hectic or confusing, anything ya need to know/clarify PM me or message me if I'm on or if y'all don't like it I can repost. Bwuaha I are tired nao X3 Oh and David and John are npc's so go ahead and do whatever you want with them.}
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Post by tessa on Jul 29, 2010 21:21:48 GMT -5
[/b] No. She did not, indeed, drop his gaze, her own eyes twinkling behind a veil of quieted fury. There was something about him that she recognized. She didn't know the man. In fact she'd even knew he existed before today. But something about him seemed familiar. She narrowed her eyes again, regarding him thoughtfully. No, it wasn't his personality. It was something physical, almost. Just in the way he existed was familiar and she seemed to be naturally drawn to him. He smelled like a shifter. Probably Assassin; she had yet to meet a Thief who would intentionally harm and torture a child like that. Two more men came towards them, one badly beaten. Xara shot the boy a comforting look, as if to let him know it was going to be OK. She was so busy, in fact, trying to make sure the boy was okay, she'd forgot to look out for the other man snaking his way towards her. "Baby, well aren’t you sexy. Though I guarantee you’d be even hotter without the top." Xara's lip curled in complete disgust as his groping hands walked up her midsection and onto her breast. She took his wrist and twisted it in one quick motion, turning her back to him and bringing his arm down--hard-- on her shoulder bone. So hard in fact it emitted a sick cracking sound, and he screamed painfully. She didn't break it. She knew what it took to break an arm. She'd sprained it at best. The cracking noise was his shoulder dislocating. She sneered and let go of his wrist, his eyes wild in fear and shock. "Get the fuck out of here." though her actions were strong, her voice faltered, her heart still thrumming under her chest, running on adrenaline. If Max were here that little action would not have been let go so leniently. He didn't move. "Go!" and he backed off, holding his dislocated shoulder carefully. She heard a few gasps of shock and even more cat-calls from the surrounding crowd, which was the only reminder bringing her back to the real world. She tugged on the boys shoulder, gently, but still with an air of tense haste. "Lets go, quickly now. Come on. We'll get that sand off of your eyes..." [/ul][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by brittaney on Aug 3, 2010 17:52:57 GMT -5
The boy was confused as to what was going on. He tried to open his eyes to see what was going on, but all he could see was shadowy blurs going all over the place. He kept attempting to rub the sand out of his eyes, but it just kept making it worse since his hands were covered in sand as well.
He turned toward Xara's voice as she spoke to him, "Lets go, quickly now. Come on. We'll get that sand off of your eyes..." He more than willing followed as she grabbed him by the shoulder and began to lead him off. Having his sight back was more important to him than learning what was going on.
"Thank you ma'am." He spoke, his tone filled with a bit of nervousness. "I'm sorry you got mixed up in all this trouble over me." He let his gaze fall toward the sand below him, seeing as to how she was leading him anyway since he couldn't really see where he was going, "A nice lady like you shouldn't get mixed up in a fight like that. I'd rather take a thousand beatings from a bully any day than to have a nice lady like you get hurt trying to stand up for me...Not saying I didn't appreciate it of course."
(Sorry it's so short. X3)
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