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Post by Asher Dantes on Nov 7, 2010 13:37:40 GMT 10
As far as he could tell things were going fine. There were plenty of people here for sure, but he didn't know very many. The only one he would possible know for sure would be a fiery red head. And so far he hadn't seen her. So he was standing on his own off to the back of the dancing.
He had his hands shoved in his pockets of his light NYC jacket. He had his suit on and a graphic shirt that had his favorite band on it, Sick Puppies. His black hair wasn't styled at all, in fact it was messy. Something not exactly normal for him, but being a beach he didn't think it would be needed.
Even though he stood off to the side he wanted someone to talk to. Or someone to maybe come up and hold his hand. Truthfully he wanted a guy to cuddle with for a moment but he didn't see that happening for a while, so a friend would be great.
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Post by Henry Hoover on Nov 8, 2010 5:19:55 GMT 10
Henry had received wind of some sort of celebratory event occurring at the beach, and intrigued, which was at some level due to his loneliness, he had approached the event. Slipping his shoes off at the edge of the sand, his feet sunk into the delicate rock underneath, and he began his difficult approach towards the food, drink and music, noticing the people who were clearly already enjoying themselves. Gathering some food and drink, he approached a male, whom he could see was wearing a NYC jacket, who was standing by himself, looking somewhat lonely.
Deciding that the loneliness was something they shared, he stuck up the hand with a can of drink in it and waved, "Hi there!"
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Post by Darren Williams on Nov 8, 2010 18:11:54 GMT 10
Darren rocked up to the beach a few hours after it had begun in his usual fashion. He kept his sneakers on as he walked on the sand, dodging the girls in bikinis, silently hoping that Bea would be there. Darren quickly scanned the landscape and spotted two kids around the same age as him standing a little away, so he walked over and stuck his hands in his shorts pockets.
"Please tell me this is the group where all the people who feel awkward gather together." Darren said, coming to a stop next to a tall, dark haired boy in a jacket, and a lighter haired boy holding a can of drink. "I'm Darren."
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Post by Asher Dantes on Nov 9, 2010 11:24:04 GMT 10
Asher swayed to the music, rocking up on his toes and then down again. It was more out of being bored than anything, as he didn't know more than four people at the school, all four who happened to not be here. Which more than a little disappointing, yet a good chance to meet people.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a blond hair boy walking up to him. He had a drink in hand an before long he was getting close. He looked to be one of the loners at the school, much like himself. Yay for being the new kid. Once the boy got to his side he said hi. "Hey," was Asher's response.
Just moments after another boy came into his view. It wasn't that he didn't like people, it was just he was incredibly shy. He said something that made him laugh a little under his breath, "It seems to be. I'm Asher."
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Post by Henry Hoover on Nov 13, 2010 7:29:07 GMT 10
(OOC: Sorry about the slow replies. I've been busy with college ^^)
When another boy approached and said something about the gathering of awkward people, Henry found himself near nervous hysterics, knowing that it was the truth, but also knowing that it was something that most people would not admit to, but never-the-less, the boy who had just introduced himself as Asher confirmed the knowledge, and Henry, deciding it was best that he voiced his opinion too, nodded and said, "Sure is, I'm afraid." He shrugged and smiled, "I'm Henry by the way. I don't know what I'm doing here, it's usually not my kind of thing."
He turned and looked back at the people dancing, deciding that truthfully, it was something that he would never excel at.
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Post by Darren Williams on Nov 14, 2010 21:52:41 GMT 10
"Cool." Darren replied after the two boys introduced themselves and agreed to the awkwardness.
The light haired boy looked very stiff, like he was nervous at the fact Darren had approached. The darker haired boy looked a little feminine in the face, like he cared too much about the state of his skin. Darren picked at the pimple on his chin, embarrassed that he sometimes even forgot to wash his with soap.
As the lighter haired boy looked at the people who were brave enough to dance, Darren spoke, dreamily.
"I've never understood dancing. The whole idea of swinging your body about like a spazz kinda freaks me out, ya' know?" He said, accidently picking the pimple too hard and drawing a little dot of blood. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and crossed his arms across his chest. "That's why I like swimming. The movements make more sense. Direction and stuff."
Darren trailed off, feeling like a bit of an idiot. He rambled sometimes, but the two dudes he was in the company of didn't seem to care what he said. It wasn't like he was picking on them or anything.
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Post by Asher Dantes on Nov 19, 2010 8:27:03 GMT 10
((OCC: Please don't godmod me, all I ask. And sorry been really busy with school))
He listened to both boys talk while his eyes wandered around the beach. Just a bunch of drunk jocks messing around with some of the girls. It was hard to believe he was male. The jocks were just a bunch of apes that bullied everyone. That was the one thing that bugged him about men, though hot men, is most were neanderthals.
"That isn't dancing, well what you are seeing," he said calmly. "That is..I don't' know what that is to be honest. Swimming is nice, never was great at it." He watched the boy pick at a pimple on his face thinking he could easily get rid of that with a herbal remedy his mother taught him. "Dancing is supposed to be smooth and able to tell a story. That is why I love acting, it is smooth and tells a story."
"It isn't my thing either, Henry."
((OCC: I dont' know how to reply to oliva...I really don't.))
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Post by Henry Hoover on Nov 22, 2010 2:34:13 GMT 10
(OOC: Has a post disappeared? Oh and, sorry, been busy like Asher[/n])
Henry looked back at the group and slumped a little, wondering why he had turned up to something like this. If he didn't usually attend, why would he attend and just stand around this time? Sometimes he made little sense even to himself. He took a sip from his drink, and kicked the sand a little bit, thinking of sandcastles and his childhood years.
Looking back at the "dancers", and nodded in agreement, "Too true, I mean I..." he paused, wondering whether or not revealing his talent now might be a bit cocky and big-headed. Deciding it was, he finished his sentence, "can't believe they even attempted to dance, being that bad."
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Post by Darren Williams on Dec 5, 2010 0:59:42 GMT 10
OOC: Yeah, Emmy's post is gone cause she god-modded Ash, so just carry on like normal. Also, sorry for the delay.
IC:
Darren subtly nodded along to the music, trying to act like he was cooler than he felt. He listened to the other boys talk about dancing, but he was baffled.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.” He shrugged and glanced at the water. “So what’re you guys in for? Swimming for me, which gives me an excuse to be a dick to those guys.”
Darren pointed out into the water where two girls in bikinis stood in the shallows while two phoney hot-shot boys raced while doing something that somewhat resembled Butterfly stroke.
“Ah, the sadness I feel when I see someone massacre such a beautiful stroke.” The Australian boy almost snickered at his own snideness, but stopped himself once he remembered his true purpose for coming to the party. He was scouting poker players, and that was all.
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