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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 9, 2007 20:44:44 GMT -5
*Scarlett sat on the little shingle of sand, watching the waves. The sun beat down on her- it was strangely hot, something she hadn't expected when she'd decided to walk down here. She was absolutely dying to get in the water, but didn't have anything she could swim in...unless... She glanced around carefully. The area looked completely deserted- nobody would know... Another glance around and she felt alone enough to do it. She stripped down to her skin, leaving her clothes on a rock and rushing into the absolutely freezing water.*
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Post by Xavier on Dec 9, 2007 20:47:57 GMT -5
((Clarification: Do you *want* someone to see you?))
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Post by Parisa on Dec 9, 2007 20:48:59 GMT -5
((Yes ma'am! I enjoy awkward situations. ;D ))
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2007 20:52:41 GMT -5
*Michael had been told that there was a beach. He had intended to come down and see it, and listen to the waves. When he was there, though, he spotted clothes lying on the beach. Against his better judgement, he let his eyes follow the footsteps and then catch sight of Scarlett. He stood there speechless for a second, before coloring crimson and making some loud noise of embarassment and turning around swiftly.* "Agh! I... er... uh... didn't.... sorry!"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 9, 2007 20:57:58 GMT -5
*Scarlett looked up quickly at his voice and turned about ten shades of red.* Oh my God, I, um, I just, um, I... *She dashed out of the water to grab her clothes and yanked them on inside-out, her long curls dripping wet and her hazel eyes huge.* I-I-I-I...I, um, I...uh, um, I...
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2007 21:00:04 GMT -5
"I can, um... go... or... er..." *One hand rubbed the back as he turned a bright shade of crimson.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 9, 2007 21:03:20 GMT -5
*Her face and her hair combined to make her look like a tomato. A very cute tomato.* I, um, I, uh, um, er, um, I-I was, um, uh, just, um, swimming.
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2007 21:06:35 GMT -5
*He snorted and turned around, assuming she was dressed.*
"Well that much is obvious." *It wasn't a mean tone, but it wasn't a nice and teasing one, either.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 9, 2007 21:08:27 GMT -5
*She somehow managed to turn an even brighter red.* Y-yeah, I, um, I guess so.
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2007 21:09:36 GMT -5
*He couldn't suppress a smile and a stunted laugh.*
"You look like a drowned kitten." *He said, chuckling.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 9, 2007 21:12:37 GMT -5
*She tugged at her wet curls, her face a rather interesting shade of pink.* Yes, well...
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2007 21:14:45 GMT -5
"I'll leave... you should put your clothes on correctly." *He turned to go.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 9, 2007 21:19:44 GMT -5
No, it's ok, you should stay, you were coming down here- I'll go...I saw, um, a boathouse, I can go...uh...there.
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2007 21:22:43 GMT -5
*He shook his head, turning back to her.*
"It's fine. Don't be in such a hurry to accomodate others--I was only coming down to look at the beach. I've seen the beach, and now I can go."
*He didn't mention that he hadn't even looked at the beach. There had been far more interesting scenery.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 9, 2007 21:28:11 GMT -5
No, really, it's fine, you should look at the beach, and I should change inside somewhere anyways, you know, because then it's not, um...it's not...um...inappropriate. Or something. And it would be stupid for both of us to leave the beach so that the other person can be alone. So you can, um, look at the beach and I'll go...um...change. Yeah. *In spite of the whole drowned-kitten thing, she looked unbelieveably gorgeous. And a bit awkward. But in a cute way.*
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