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Post by dave on Jun 28, 2011 1:44:55 GMT -5
The sun was hot on the back of David's neck and arms. The water rose up over his calves, the smell of the salt familiar and welcome in his nostrils. Dave's hair touched his shoulders and drifted around his face, caught on the breeze. A fucking perfect day for being in the water.
The sand was warm to the lounging bodies. Blankets had been streched out to accommodate the members from tour who had ventured out from their buses and hotel rooms and back-stage to take a breather from life behind a microphone. Friends of musicians had attended as well, as long as a few family members, for those who weren't too embaressed to have them along. Beer, volley-ball, imminent campfires.
The first wave David took was a modest specimen, carrying his board along the rise of water. His body didn't take long to remember the summers he'd spent on California's long coast. He shifted, his hips redirecting his balance. His breaths came smooth and steady, his focus narrowing to the matter of muscles, board and water.
On the beach, Jonathan stood in the middle of the sand, waiting to be joined by a young woman, about a head shorter than he. She had thin, boyish body, upon which she wore a modest two-piece; horizontal black and white stripes with a small, red bow at the hip and between her -- nonexistent -- bust. She came up alongside him, jerked along by the leash which connected her to Ramona, his pitbull. "Got her, Tess?" She gave him a defiant look, brushing her short black hair from her eyes. She had a round, pretty face. Her dark eyes were set above the same nose that Jon had inherited from their father. It was unfortunate for a girl to end up with, but her wide smile balanced it out and it only seemed to make her more charming. The girl held on to the dog's leash, her smile rueful as the lean muscles in her shoulder and arm curling. She was an athletic girl; soccer, basketball, skating. She'd even taken boxing lessons from Jon when he was home. She wasn't going to let her big brother tell her how to hold a dog-leash.
"I've got her."
She pulled up on the leash again, her other arm occupied with her surfboard, which she'd also refused to let Jon carry for her. Something about asserting that she'd grown up while he'd been off playing drums and busting up fights. Jon scanned the beach for familiar faces. The invitation had traveled through the tour grounds like a ripple.
David sloshed back into the beach, carrying his board beside him as a genuine non-scowl blossomed across his lips. He padded across sand, between the exquisite bodies of beach-babes and the open treasure-chests of beers and other hard beverages. The woman who smiled up at him as he drew near had large brown eyes and dark-brown hair, the same shade as his. Her locks were gathered in thick, tight dreadlocks and knotted behind her head. She wore a single-piece bathing suit, reminiscent of a Marylin Monroe style. An infant dozed in a baby-carrier beside her, beneath the shade of an umbrella she'd set up. There was a book splayed open across her belly and an iced-tea sweating in the sun.
Molly pulled David down by a handful of his hair so she could kiss him on the cheek. The boy hardly protested, though he face-palmed her to shove her away. "Where's my dog?" He asked, cracking open the beer he'd left in her cooler.
"Gabe's got her. He went with Danny and MAggie to get hot-dogs." Danny; Molly's husband. Maggie; their kid. Gabe was David's nephew on his brother's side, and old enough to hold a dog-leash.
Dave's blue eyes drifted over the field of bodies. California; so many amazing women. So many fucking gorgeous ladies. And music. And waves.
NOTES: This is set before the Adonis plot (to avoid drama and free up people who will be at the hospital with him) and after the party thread. Have fun. ALSO, I know nothing about surfing, so don't use my example here when you're trying to chat up some surfer chick / dude [/size]
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Post by kyra on Jun 28, 2011 11:50:37 GMT -5
Back home in Jersey, the Evans Twins were known for two things. Throwing massive parties almost weekly and always looking their best. It wasn’t something Kyra bragged about-- it simply was just the truth. And she wasn’t ashamed of it. Her and Kira worked hard to make sure they were the baddest bitches in the room. Squats, lunges, jogging, being careful about what she ate and only allowing herself “pig out days“ or fast food once in awhile; Kyra worked hard. Then there was the weekly nails and wax touch ups-- from the eyebrows down. Biweekly hair appointments as well as manicures and pedicures (the full treatment, not just the touch ups that happen on the other weeks).
Yes, it was a lot of work. Yes, it cost her dad some cash. And, yes, she was high maintenance. But she never expected a dude to cater to her way of living and Kyra Evans wasn’t afraid of getting down and dirty. Her deadly sin just so happened to be Pride-- and she was proud of how well she took care of herself. And why shouldn’t she be? If someone took that much time into a painting or a sculpture, people would praise them on their dedication and artistry. Meanwhile, she puts that kind of work on herself and people wanted to talk heaps of shit.
After years of getting it shoveled her way, Kyra was a pro at playing ignorant to the looks she got whenever she worse less than modest outfits. They could be anywhere from downright disgust (sorry she wasn’t dressed like a Pilgrim, gosh) to making her wary about being around the person alone (just cause she’s advertising the goods, doesn’t mean it’s ‘up for grabs’)-- Kyra let them look and just continued with what she was doing. At the moment, that was walking down the beach towards Dave and his family, the surfboard she had rented tucked under her arm.
Today, however, if you were to ask Kyra-- she’d say that everyone was looking at her partner in crime, Evie. The girl was hot shit. Even Kyra hadn’t been able to keep her hands off of Evie, so she could imagine what the beach masses were thinking. Like Antoine Dodson said, ‘Hide yo kids, hide yo wife and hide yo husbands…’ cause Kyra Evans and Evie Mendiola are strollin’ through your beach, wearin’ sexy bikini’s.
“Hey,” she said with an illuminous smile when they got to their group of people, “You cant teach us how to surf if you ain’t in the-- BABY!” Yup, Kyra’s weakness had been spotted. The girl loved miniadults. “Hi, I’m Kyra,” she offered to Dave’s family members that were there. Best to introduce yourself before you try to kidnap their little ones.
tagged: no drama llamas • word count: 461 lyrics: americas suitehearts by fallout boy ›› see, no joke!‹‹
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Post by dave on Jun 29, 2011 1:22:31 GMT -5
“Hey." David turned his attention away from what ever subject Molly had been nagging him over. His sister was the eldest of the batch, bragging a full eight years his senior. She was a mother of two already and she'd been taking notes from their mom all of her years, so she was pretty adept at cathing him up on all the fucking 'yak-yak-yak-yak-yak' he'd been avoiding while he'd been away. The interruption was only too welcome; a boy who head-banged less might have gotten whiplash.
Two beach-bodies filled his vision. At a younger age, he might have lost some points for articulation, but with the -- figurative, mind you -- gray hairs had come a jaw that didn't hit his chest as easily.
"Is it my birthday or something?" He smirked up at them, those wolf-eyes glinting. He knew that Nox had dibs on Evie, but, fuck's sake, no woman who walked around looking like that had a problem with being the center of attention. Her companion -- the one who's voice had saved him from another fifteen-point-presentation on why he should have been at home with their mother -- looked very different when not armed with shaving cream and dripping with beer.
Kyra fixed he and his sister with a smile. “You cant teach us how to surf if you ain’t in the-- BABY!” Her eyes bulged as she lost any interest in a conversation with David. He glanced back to his sleeping niece, Gabby. Molly sat up a little straighter, flashing her teeth in a less canine rendition of the Harlem smile. She picked Gabriella up, glancing to her little brother for some indication of Kyra's nature.
“Hi, I’m Kyra,” the girl started, looking at Molly. Molly passed Gabby to Dave, trusting her daughter's well-being with the tattooed metal-head alcoholic. Dave covertly brushed his lips over the crown of the baby's head as he raised up to stand. Gabby was sleepy-eyed and groggy, her face transitioning back and forth between serene and pissed off. psychedelics
"Look, Gabs," he said, bouncing her a little. "Two hot babes in front of me and all the available one can look at is you." He looked at Kyra, as much an invitation as she was going to get to hold that baby.
"Looking fucking amazing as usual, Babycakes. Where's the ball and chain? --Said David of his best friend, his attention on Evie. "Or are you here for some..?" His brows raised suggestively.
"David you're such a perve. Give my daughter to someone who won't give her herpes, please." Molly seemed about as phased by her brother as she ever was by her own children. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm Molly, Dave's sister, if it's not obvious."
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Post by SAMAI EVELYN MENDIOLA on Jun 29, 2011 23:39:37 GMT -5
the beach, the waves, the breeze… it all made evie feel like million bucks. when the idea to go surfing popped up there was no way to make it disappear. she was nearly bouncing from excitement while she rode over and when she finally stepped a foot on the sandy ground, she almost had an orgasm. the smile on her face went from ear to ear. she immediately walked over to dave with kyra and turned her smile on him, readjusting her surfboard under her arm. “heeeyyy, dave!” she said, politely. her eyes shifted to his sister and then kyra as she caught sight of the baby. evie couldn’t help but laugh. “i’m evie.” she said, putting her hand out to shake his sister’s hand. “gahh. if I knew there would be a baby here I would’ve brought my little milo.” she said, frowning just slightly.
her attention turned to david as he mentioned her ‘ball & chain’. she raised an eyebrow. “ball and chain? look here, brother…” she started, a small smile still playing on his face. “evie mendiola doesn’t have a ball and chain and never will have a ball and chain. I dunno what your friend’s been telling you but that ball and chain nonsense isn’t true.” she looked at the baby in his arms and took her little hand to shake it. “you’re such a cutie.” she said, her smile widening before she let her hand go.
since when did one date and texting – as friends – become a ‘ball and chain’ situation? either lennox was telling david a ton of things that hadn’t happened or david was just being a wanker. either way, it kind of ticked evie’s nerves. she took a deep breathe. “I dunno about you all, but I’m gonna get out there.” she said, turning her head towards the ocean already riddled with surfers and people tanning. she looked back at kyra and smiled wide at her. “when you’re ready for your lessons let me know!” then she turned to david. “and I toootally challenge you… and if you’re not scared, let me know.” she laughed and then proceeded to walk away from the harlems and kyra to get a quick surf in.
TAGGED whoever WORD COUNT --- MUSE okay. LYRICS none OUTFIT here NOTE (:
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Post by dave on Jul 11, 2011 0:38:09 GMT -5
Upon his mention of Nox and his rumored 'B&C' status with Evie, the woman practically bristled, though she covered with a smile. The conversation diverted quickly to Gabby before anyone had the opportunity to take that discussion further. Gabby, like other baby who fed off of the friendly attention of other faces, just face a checker-toothed smile, reaching out with her chubby arms and chubby hands and chubby fingers. The child could clearly tell another mother in the crowd.
Evie excused herself, tossing out an invitation to Kyra and a challenge to David. Dave glanced down to Gabby, who gave him one of those looks that kids can give before they can comprehend that you've stolen from their mother's purse. Dave looked back down at her, kissed her between her eyes and then passed her off to Kyra without another word, plucking his board up off the sand and following the woman. "You leave Gabbs with that woman with the dreds when you're all done being baby-crazy," he called over his shoulder, indicative of his sister, who's brown hair was sectioned into neat, tight dreds and hair-banded behind her head.
Dave trotted down the sand beach after Evie, following the woman to the water's edge, where the foam rushed up over their feet. "How long since you were last in the water?" He glanced down at the stunning body of the girl -- ass in particular -- dealing her a bump of his hip before he waded out in.
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