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[Fascai]

;; perfect! now that everyone has atleast something basic up, we can start soon. c: I suppose we can start with everyone arriving at the house. if you want to say your character rode with someone else that works, just make sure it's okay for the other member as well. c:

I have to work on my first post, but it shouldn't take too long.

[Fascai]

;; okay, bam. careful because it's bad and could possibly make your eyes burn.... a lot. I'm never good at starting posts. Here's something to go by, I guess o3o

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A few strings of naturally wavy hair had slipped from her hairband ontop of her head, ends tickling her cheeks lightly. So finally, Liz gave up on the wind and rolled up the windows to the car, turning on the air conditioning instead. The blonde was never really one for long car rides, but hey, atleast she was off to the beach for a few weeks, right? She was pretty excited, but still, in the back of her mind there was always the worry that something would go wrong. Nothing has been the same for the group lately, there has been a lot of drama that's spaced them out more than they used to be, and Elizabeth hoped things could run over smoothly. A few weeks is all she was asking for- seemed easy enough in her mind.

The radio was on commercial at the moment, advertising deals on local attractions. Elizabeth really wasn't listening to it anyways. Her eyes where scanning the shoreline, watching for the house she and her five friends had rented out. She really didn't want to pass it up, because the car ride had already been long enough. Adding even five more minutes to the trip would probably make her go insane. Her eyes squinted slightly, tapping her fingers along the leather steering wheel as she leaned forward to read the street sign. "One more down, probably..." The blonde noted, green eyes glancing down from behind her sunglasses to read off the instructions she had scribbled down on a rather crumpled sheet of notebook paper. A few more streets down, a few mutters of impatience passed her lips as she turned the knob to the volume of the stereo slightly, the beginning notes of Bruno Mars filling the quiet car as she picked up her phone from the cupholder, contemplating on calling to find out wether any of ther others had arrived yet, because it was likely she'd passed it up or gotten herself lost.

[arabmorgan]

{ quick question, are the couples together already? if so, shiloh will probably be in my car, and whoever else needs a ride just jump in c: }

j o n a t h a n
{ male } { single } { 19 years } { the jock }

Jonathan cast an annoyed eye at the map lying on the dashboard of his Merc, wondering if he'd taken a wrong turn or something. He leaned an arm against the window, taking a quick glance out at the rolling blue ocean not too far away; at the sight, he couldn't help but grin in anticipation of the crazy fun they were going to have. It can't be far if the the beach is right here, he mused, leaning forward to peer at the map again. He was starting to feel vaguely frustrated; directions weren't exactly his strong point.

After a few more minutes of mindless turning, the right house seemed to magically appear out of nowhere and Jonathan brightened at seeing the correct house number. His confidence was pouring back in by gallons, and he proudly announced, "We're finally here! And I think we're the first, too." He left the Merc idling in the driveway and stepped out to admire the sturdy little brick house that would be their home for the next few weeks. The air was fresh and unfamiliar, with the tang of the sea all around. If he listened hard enough, Jonathan figured he could even hear the crashing of waves against the breakwaters. Everything is going to be perfect.

[Fascai]

;; ah, yes! sorry I forgot to mention- the couples are already together, so it'd probably sense that they rode with eachother. they don't have to, but there's an option-

[khaleesi,]

s a m m y

Windows down. Music up. Sammy had the music in her '67 Chevy Impala blaring as she drove down the road to the house. The wind whipped her blonde hair around as she sped down the road. She sang along to her favorite songs that would come on the radio. Seeing the beautiful ocean she smiled and looked at the sand on the beach and focused on the road.

Finally arriving she pulled up into the driveway and parked. She stepped out of her car. She wore short cut off jean shorts, low top converse, and a lovely loose tank top with a white lace shoulder cut cover over it. Grabbing her bag she noticed Jonathan and smirked with a slight chuckle.

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ＭＯＯＤ ; eager xxxx ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ ; just arrived xxxxＣＲＵＳＨ ; jonathan xxxxＴＡＧＳ ; jonathan

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Shiloh's eyes were fixed intently on the boy in the seat beside her, her head leaned slightly our the windows of his car, so her bright red hair buffetted as he drove. She watched as he stopped to consult the map he had on the dashboard, wondering if he had gotten the two of them lost. And then, if he had - was it genuinely lost, or on purpose? With this one, you never know. But, after a few more minutes of watching his facial expression, she could tell that he really had no notion of where they were. She playfully rolled her bonny gaze, letting her feet fall to the floor where they had been propped up on the dashboard, and looking at him. "Need help finding the way?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow, knowing good and well that Jonathan - like most guys - detested getting help from women. And, quite frankly, she wasn't any better than directions than he was, she wouldn't actually be of any help.

But, eventually, he made the right turn, and she could see the quaint house up ahead. Her gaze traveled out to the waves rolling up on the beach, the sand scattered with shells of every color, gulls flapping their way through the extremely blue skies overhead. It really was something beautiful. She hardly even realized when the car came to a stop, and her boyfriend said something of arriving. She watched as he got out of the car, before shortly doing the same. Of course, Sam arrived next, and Shiloh wasn't blind enough to miss the glance shared between the two. It was obvious that, even though they'd broken up a while back, there was still some leftover feelings, or some excess tension between them. And Shiloh didn't like it. She dusted off the top of her hhigh-waisted shorts that came to about mid-thigh. They weren't granny-shorts or anything, although she was modest enough not to wear anything cut off too high. She straightened out her low-but-not-too-low lavender T-shirt, before ruffling her flaming locks. They were here. And, hopefully, this would be one of the best weeks of their lives.

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ＭＯＯＤ ; excited xxxx ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ ; just arrived xxxxＣＲＵＳＨ ; elizabethxxxxＴＡＧＳ ; elizabeth

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Carson was just as attentive watching Elizabeth drive as Shiloh had been to Jonathan. The way the girl would flip back and forth between her favorite stations, and continue trying to place strands of fallen hair behind her hears even when she knew that the wind from the cracked window would just cause it to blow out again. He watched with an ever-present smug smirk on his lips as she drove, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, her lips pressed together in a tight line. It wasn't hard to see that there was a bit of worry on the girl's mind, and Carson immediately shook his head. "You're doing it again," he mumbled with a cocked eyebrows, watching her expression as she thought. When the blonde beside him was worried, there was this.. this glint in her eye, the way her fingers ran over the steering wheel, the way her eyes darted. Although it might not have been for anyone else, this was easy for Carson to spot. "It's gonna be a fun trip - don't worry so much." He said lightly as he reached over to playful jab at the girl's shoulder with his knuckles - an immitation of a friendly punch. His eyes flicked back out to their surroundings, landing on sand and water. Wow. They were already here? He hadn't even seen the transition from heavy highway traffic to just a couple of cars - which belonged to their friends. He had been too caught up in Elizabeth's facial expressions, he supposed.

His gaze landed back on said driver beside him as she mumbled something to herself, then reached down to crank up the music. He grinned, guessing he might as well make some attempt at cheering her up. "Awh yeah yeah! Awh yeah yeah, yeah yeah," the curly-headed lad began, his green eyes fixed playfully on the girl beside him as he leaned over - already not having been buckled in - his arm draped around her shoulders. Eh, she might be a bit annoyed at the distraction from her driving at first, but oh well. Maybe he'd at least get a smile out of her. "Never had much faith in love - or miiiiracles, miracles," he said rather obnoxiously loud, even going so far as to whisper the repeat of the last word, as the back-up vocalist did. He knew he enjoyed his teasing far too much, but couldn't find it in himself to care.

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full credit to this posting format goes to au revior. c:

[arabmorgan]

j o n a t h a n
{ male } { attached; Shiloh } { 19 years } { the jock }

"Hey Sammy," Jonathan called with a similar smirk on his features as he watched her pull up. "Glad to see you're on time for once." He turned his attention to Shiloh then, flinging an arm casually over her shoulders. "I got us here in one piece, you proud?" He winked insolently, all ready to go exploring in the house, except Liz's car pulled up about then, with Carson beside her. Raising an eyebrow, Jonathan called over his shoulder, "Where's Ryker, Sammy?" He knew he was being loud and possibly obnoxious, but he didn't really care; it was just good to be away from his family for a bit, plus it was only Sammy anyway. He ran his hand through his hair, shifting his fringe away from his eyes as he pulled away from Shiloh to greet the newcomers.

[khaleesi,]

s a m m y

Thr girl slung her backpack strap on her shoulder. She adjusted her sunglasses as she turned to Jonathan. "Oh Jonathan. Whose your new girlfriend? Doesn't surprise me." She said playing along in this mocking game. "Oh what happened to your last girlfriend? Oh yeah she found someone better. Someone who actually has a heart." She smirked walking over to him. "Don't get to comfy together you two. I'm sure Jomathan has told you so much about me." She said to Shiloh. "I'm Samantha. Obviously call me Sammy." Sammy said then looked at Jonathan. "For the record I didn't miss you." She said smiling sarcastically and gave him a few couple of hard pats on the face and walked off to the house.

[arabmorgan]

j o n a t h a n
{ male } { attached; Shiloh } { 19 years } { the jock }

Jonathan stiffed at Sammy's words, trying hard to push his anger back. "Just so you know, this is Shiloh," he forced out through gritted teeth, "and she's about the coolest girl I've ever met." As the blonde patted his face with no good intentions, it was all he could do to resist pushing her hand away, and preferably pushing her a mile away as well. He ignored the triumphant smirk on her face, pointedly turning to Shiloh as Sammy's back retreated toward the house. "She's just totally bitter, ignore her," he said irritably, with an exaggerated eyeroll. "That's Liz and Carson coming up, they're nicer than that crazy girl so you'll like them. But everyone's nicer than Sammy anyway. Anyway, I gotta take a walk, I'll be back soon, alright?" He gave her hand a comforting squeeze before heading down in the direction of the beach with quick strides.

He didn't like leaving Shiloh when she didn't know anyone, but the walk was kind of necessary for everyone's health at the moment. It was what he usually did when he was angry; walking alone helped him keep a cool head and stopped him from doing anything rash, like start a fight. He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, raising his head to stare at the clear blue sky with a heavy sigh. Maybe this little trip hadn't been the best idea after all.

[khaleesi,]

s a m m y

The blonde walked away from Jonathan smirking. "Cold and bitter?" She chuckled under her breath. "I'm just plain devious." She laughed and looked behind her to see if her boyfriend was here. It was her turn to rub her new lover in her exe's face.

WB)