{{Olympic Games RP - Semi-lit - Accepting, needs members!}}

[corpsewallet]

Julio Maestas

Julio nodded and smiled at her attempt. Swimming was pretty cool, though he himself wasn't too good at it, he had learned enough to get by on. "I play mountain climbing." he then replied pausing, as it didn't sound quite right, but he was trying hard, so it didn't matter quite as much. "Um, Emily tiene ambre?" he asked, then stopped. "You're hungry?" he asked again, reaching into his little backpack his parents had given him before he had boarded the bus when his phone began to ring with a rather odd song. Many heads turned at the loud song chiming through the bus, even going over the music another girl was playing. Blushing, he flipped it open and pressed the end button as he saw a wrong number.

[summer monday]

{emily | fitzgerald}
{america | seventeen | aquatics}

Emily nodded when he told her what sport he played. "Hey, that's cool. We don't have a bunch of mountains in Florida, so I guess I missed out," she admitted.
As he asked her a question, she furrowed her brow, this time totally unsure what he had just said. Her Spanish didn't reach that far, apparently. She was just about to try to get a few motions out of him when he spoke in English. About to answer, she couldn't help but let a small giggle fly out through her open lips as Julio reached into his bag and grabbed at his phone. She was still grinning as she reached over instinctively, placing a hand on his. "I'm not hungry; it's okay. Thanks, though."
Her eyes were warm as she looked at him, humor still visibly portrayed on her cheeks and lips. She moved her arm back to her side and leaned back into the chair, feeling thankful that, at least, she didn't climb mountains as a sport. She'd hate to compete with Julio - in fact, she'd hate to compete with anyone. The only thing she disliked about the Olympics was the constant fighting for the ranks. She loved the sport for what it was, not where it got her.

[corpsewallet]

Julio Maestas

Feeling rather awkward, Julio was surprised to see Emily lean forward and place a hand on his own, just as he had snapped his phone shut and shoved it back into his backpack. Not knowing what else to do, he slightly withdrew it, only fully doing so with a nod once the girl finished speaking. "Mountains make scenery nice. Flatness not option in many places around Mexico." he sniffed in mock disdain, settling back into his chair and twiddling his thumbs. Traveling in land vehicles wasn't really his things, unless there was lot's of space. Though seeing as this was not usually an option in roadtrips and such, he wasn't a huge fan.

[Africa.]

Elissa

Bringing the song to an end with a soft strum, Elissa smiled to herself, a thought coming to mind. Surely she had nothing to lose, right? Besides, it was going to be a boring bus ride otherwise, so why not? Shrugging a bit, she propped herself up in her seat a bit more to see the others. "Anyone have a request?" She called out, holding the guitar up a bit to indicate what she meant. In her guitar case, she had many bundles of songs from many different singers, though mostly country. With the stack she had, she doubted someone would suggest a song she didn't know, though she knew that it wasn't impossible.

[summer monday]

{emily | fitzgerald}
{america | seventeen | aquatics}

"That's cool. I guess America's got it all, but I'm not exactly rico. I've never been on a plane 'til now, and these are the nicest clothes I've ever seen." Emily nodded and grinned, digging into her own backpack that she'd set next to her feet. She found her blue iPod within the depths of it, dragging the player out and plugging the earbuds in. "Wanna pick something?" she asked, reaching the device over.
"I've got a...muy mucho grande taste, yeah? So truth is, if you like it, it's probably on here."
She placed the player between them, leaving it if he wanted, or didn't, to choose something. It was already playing a random song she couldn't name, probably a free download, so she closed her eyes and leaned into the chair.

[Sorry, wb. >>]

[corpsewallet]

Julio Maestas

Julio smiled, laughing at her comment. "Well, compared to Mexico, America is not bad money-wise." he said, looking as she shuffled through the bag at her feet, eyes lighting up at the sight of the iPod. He used to have a little shuffle, but he did not have it with him at the moment. Almost snatching it from her hand, he marveled at the bright screen, squinting hard to read and understand the English. "No Black Sabbath? Ozzy Osbourne? No..?" he mumbled to himself after putting the earbud in his ear and flipping through some songs. Settling on one with a rather long title he could not read, but guessed was good, Julio set the ipod down back on the arm rest.

[summer monday]

{emily | fitzgerald}
{america | seventeen | aquatics}

Emily replied, "I guess you're right, but there's always someone who's living the same here like someone there, right? It's me, in this case."
She laughed, though her smile was forced when it came to the topic of money. Letting her hair fall against her still closed eyes as she kicked one leg over the other, she smiled as he asked her about artists. "They're probably all on there. You've just gotta look."
Her memory was nearly filled, but she'd barely listened to any of the songs. Just as she suspected, the tune he chose was one she'd never heard before. As she heard the soft click vibrate through the chord on the earbuds, she brought her legs up against her chest, rested her chin on her knees, and dozed off to sleep for some time she couldn't gauge, though it came out to be near five minutes. When she awoke, she rubbed at her eyes with a hint of surprise. "Must be the tiempo change," she muttered, glancing over at Julio.

[paula polestar]

"Err, know any Nirvana?" Magma called out from the back of the bus, peering her head over the seats. Her eyes scanned the bus until she found the girl with the guitar. Oh, it was that other Canadian girl. What was her name again? Well, it wasn't like she really cared. She was horrible with small talk; it made her sound awkward and quirky. "Heart Shaped Box, preferably. It's a good song."
She flicked some hair out of her grass green eyes, using the Justin Bieber-esque swish to keep her hands free. Her red and white maple leaf print hoodie came down past her fingertips, so there wasn't much she could really do without rolling up her sleeves. She hated being short sometimes.

[dearly beloved]

Ren looked around at the bus.
She had a lot of anticipation towards hitting the hotel, but also a lot of fear. She worried about her little Namine who was left at the Olympic stadium. Ren quickly turned out her iPod. She listened to a soothing song called Sanctuary. She closed her eyes and softly hummed along to the catchy beat.

[Rayen]

:II Kohaku II:

Kohaku nodded. "Hai."He said, his voice quieter now. He shifted slightly and he remembered what he had been thinking about before Rin had come over. He turned his eyes back to the black haired boy that seemed so much like his brother from behind. "Rin... I have a favor to ask. Onegai... Can you tell me whether or not that boy over their looks like me?" He asked, his voice slightly strained.

.+Rin Mori+.
Rin tilted her head slightly to the side, surprised by the odd question. "Huh? Hai..." Well, he must have a reason for asking that, so I could take a look. She stood up, her fingers clutching the back of the seat in front to her so that a sudden bump in the road wouldn't knock her down, and tried to catch a glimpse of the said boy. She wondered why did Kohaku's voice sound forced, even somewhat pained. It was hard to really figure out the boy's features, but from what she could see he was Asian too. Rin sat down again slightly faster than what she'd intended too, since the bus had just rolled over a speed bump, throwing her back down. "I guess so..." her voice, however, showed her doubts. She hadn't even gotten to see his face for real. "At least the back of his head looks exactly like yours," she smiled softly, trying to lighten the mood. She heard a guitar's sound playing a song that sounded rather familiar, and despite all the miles parting her from Japan she felt at home.