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Post by Hayley Cameron Kessler on Jun 23, 2012 2:22:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. If there was anything school ever taught Hayley Kessler, it was that in the twenty-first century, getting something she wanted was a matter of flashing some skin. It had been a long time since girls got scolded and shunned for being flashy, and in all honesty it was just expected that she dress skimpily because she was a cheerleader. That wasn't to say stereotypes were applicable to every member of a certain clique, that is to say if one even gave into the concept that cliques existed, but she was pretty proud to say that she lived up to her title. One look at a cheerleader should have had people feeling wary about approaching or even passing by. How many chick flicks had emphasised the idea that the mean girl would always be the two faced blonde in a short skirt with pom-poms in her hands and a knack for spreading the worst rumours around? Some innocent bystander would try to walk by, hoping that the walls would camouflage her, but then she would be seen and targeted for ridicule for the worst of reasons. And that was exactly the type of cheerleader that Hales liked to be.
It wasn't a matter of patching up a secretly shaky ego or getting vengeance. She wasn't insecure or petty, but if her peers were acting a certain way, then she had to follow along to maintain her reputation. Never mind the cheerleaders who were genuinely nice and friendly. What was popularity if she couldn't flaunt it? She had worked hard to get the social standing she had, and hard work deserved acknowledgment and praise. When her parents taught her to have a work ethic, she doubted they expected this sort of outcome, but times were different. Maybe in their youth the best satisfaction came in just being successful upon entering adulthood, but the present day called for perfection. In her opinion, success was measured by popularity, grades, looks, and athleticism, all of which were achievable with the exertion of some effort.
So maybe Hayley wasn't the epitome of perfection, but she liked to think that she was pretty close to it. Her grades were far better than what one would expect from a cheerleader and the fact that she was on the squad was a flagrant show of her physical capabilities, all of which contributed to her popularity. And did one really have to question whether or not she was pretty? Perhaps she wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but her golden blonde locks and baby blue eyes were the object of envy for some people. If anyone asked, then yes, she did have bragging rights, and that was precisely why she had decided to attend a beach party today.
Partying had never really been something that particularly interested Hales though she did go out somewhat often. However summer was in full swing and getting a slight tan didn't seem to be too bad of an idea, so there was no reason for her to turn down her invite. She showed up in a crop top and a pair of shorts for modesty's sake, but the moment she stepped into the sand, she shed the articles of clothing until she was wearing just a bikini. If she had a body to show off, then there was no reason to refrain from doing so. Slapping on sunscreen earlier guaranteed that she could lie in the sun with minimal worries. Besides, how was she supposed to get a proper tan otherwise? Being pale obviously wasn't an option but neither was having an awkwardly uneven tan or desperately resorting to a spray tan that nearly guaranteed she would get to face months of being remembered as some odd, orangey creature.
However, first came socialising. Considering it was a party she was attending, it would be questionable if she decided to plop down into the sand all by herself instead of greeting some of her peers and hanging out for a little while. Luckily simple exposure to the sun was enough to tan, so double tasking was an easy matter of staying out of the shade while talking to others. Getting a can of soda from an open cooler, she popped open the lid and took a sip before joining the growing group of teenagers and familiar faces.
720 words ;; Hopefully this post was alright. C: So psyched for this plot!
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Post by kat on Jun 24, 2012 1:44:49 GMT -5
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Anger issues; that was one good way of describing the blond haired man. It was one of the many ways, but probably the best. After all, he had been kicked out of one school for nearly beating a few kids to death, not to mention he was on the boxing team, leading the team to victory often. Many didn't understand this side of him, nor did they take the time to try. Of course he had been to many councilors who tried to talk to him about controlling his anger, but no one ever asked where it came from. However, it probably didn't matter, the man didn't have a clue, it just seemed to be something he carried for as long as he could remember. It was never anything he looked into or tried to seek information about. He was angry and he liked to hit things, what else was there to know?
Mysterious; another good word that fit the tall man well. Not to many people know many things about the man hidden behind angry glares and cigarette smoke. They only knew what his permanent record said. Granted, that often shared more than he wished, however it didn't tell them about his true past. It didn't explain the rings around his eyes from the sleepless nights, the tattoos spread across his body, his sharp dressing fashion, or the bruises covering his body. All people knew was he was a bad boy, one with anger and mystery, two things girl adored in a man. He was trouble and the kind of guy your mothers warned you about. Strong, athletic, smart, cocky, manipulative, sexy, with something that drew you in. All it took was a small smile and a wink of his eye and he could have almost any girl next to him. Most of the time he didn't even have to try, after all, every girl loved a bad boy. However, it was this precise nact for trouble, that always lead him to just that, trouble.
Tyler had been known to cause fights, cheat, and lie. After all, he had even cheated on the most popular girl in school. It was clear she was now after him for it, watching his ever move, however he never understood what got her panties in such a twist. So he cheated, who cared? It wasn't like she didn't flirt up any man that walked her way or flashed her a grin. He was a man, one who liked fun. It had been clear from the moment he stepped foot into the school that he wasn't the kind of guy to stick to one girl, one who used people and dumped them, so he didn't understand why she felt she would be any different. He guessed it had to do with her current standings, however just like Tyler knew it was coming for him, he knew that anyone could knock her off her pedestal and it could happen at any point, so why bother cosing up to someone who could end up being worthless later?
Either way, even with people fighting to get the young man out of his current ranks, Tyler never allowed it to phase him, he still went on as if things were the same, never looking over his shoulder. He knew this might just piss people off more, however he wasn't one to fear anyone, except his father, but that was another story for a different time. No, Tyler kept to his group of friends and pretended everything was hunkydorry and all the same, even flirted with his ex when the time called for it, after all, if he was being honest there was still sexual tension there. However all of this was the reason why Tyler was currently at the beach, attending some party being thrown by his follow classmates. Normally he would skip it, being the type to do so any way, however he had missed the past few events and he needed to keep up appearances, other wise he would end up "falling from grace" with out a bang.
The sun was hot and the beach was packed, not only with students from his school but other families. Tyler wore shades over his eyes and a black pair of swim trunks, showing off his body. Why not? He was athletic, a fighter with well built arms, a body girls drooled over. A beer in hand, Tyler's eyes searched over the crowed of people. He had already been there for a half our and yet he wasn't overly entertained. It seemed as though the girls weren't even trying to impress the guys. Rolling his eyes, he paused as he caught sight of a girl he had been flirting with lately. She was one of the only girls Tyler could half ass stand. Chuckling as the girl grabbed a soda and made her way over to a group of people, Tyler followed. He didn't care if she was in the middle of a conversation with a few of her friends, instead walked up behind her and moved in, his lips only inches from her ear before whispering "A soda really? Looking to damage that pretty body of yours?" Smiling, Tyler allowed his hand to slip onto her waist, before stepping behind her, smirking lightly. "Hey there babe." Take a sip of his beer his eyes peered beside him for a moment, before removing his hand from her waist and taking a few steps away from the group, as if telling her it was time to move away from whatever boring conversation she was in the middle of, to join him.
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Post by Hayley Cameron Kessler on Jun 26, 2012 1:36:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. The sun was warm against her skin, her drink was cold against her fingers, and the sound of her supposed friends talking was monotonously droning on and on like the sound of buzzing bees. Had they really started talking a mere few seconds ago? Socialising was never a particularly difficult feat for Hayley to achieve, but it was inevitably boring at times. She refrained from stomping off in search of more interesting company and maintained a friendly smile on her face as she listened and occasionally contributed to the conversation. Though she sometimes wished otherwise, it was necessary for her to keep up-to-date with the latest events taking place in the not-so-secret lives of her peers, and it was a good idea to keep an ear open to the newest concoctions generated from the school’s gossip mill. For her own sake, it was necessary to keep track of the things said about her, and because she was rather loyal to her fellow cheerleaders, it was a wise idea to keep an eye out for them. In addition, the most successful people in the world waited for the right moment to grasp at opportunities, and in her case, waiting unfortunately meant having to deal with listening to useless words that occasionally held a speck of gold that could be stored away for the future. Who was cheating on who and who was sleeping with who never really caught her concern, but it did make for good blackmail when the time came for her to seize something she had her eye on.
Was it too much to ask for some sort of entertainment? It was a beach party and she should have been having fun, but she was instead being metaphorically bored to tears. More faces were showing up, but most of them failed to catch her eye. Apparently many of her peers decided that they should be fashionably late, though she felt it fair to point out that when a majority showed up in an untimely manner, the creativity of the idea was sapped dry. Her gaze was constantly and subtly shifting, eagerly waiting for a charismatic face to show up. How long could it possibly take? Her unspoken prayers were soon answered when she noticed that numerous female beach-goers had turned their heads to stare at something, and curiosity prompted her to take a glance at what they were so entranced by. Tyler Sterling. Of course.
Before her look was mistaken for an adoring gape, Hales turned away and retreated to her thoughts while continuing to feign interest in the conversation at hand. To avoid receiving any warnings about playing around with the wrong guy, she wanted to make it very clear she was more than aware of the rumours that floated around about Tyler. So maybe he was violent and angry and a smorgasbord of other words. To be honest, she didn’t really care. As far as she was concerned, he was a handsome and drool-worthy guy who had been flirting with her rather often lately. At first sight, he seemed utterly perfect, so who really cared if he had commitment issues or was prone to hitting things?
It wasn’t as if she really expected him to whisk her off her feet. Experience taught Hayley that love was a mental disease that the misfortunate caught, and the most sensible thing was to date and flirt when it was beneficial to do so. At the moment, this concept seemed to apply to Tyler. He somehow made his way into her thoughts every once in a while, but it was not because his charm had her on Cloud Nine, concocting ridiculous daydreams about what an amazing couple they could be. As far as she was concerned, the chapter of her life for ridiculous fantasies had come to an end, and if she asked him out, it would purely be based on logic and not a silly emotion she hadn’t felt in years. It was common knowledge that some girls would kill to be able to have his attention on them, and the part of her personality that liked the feeling of elation that came from seeing others jealous had her interested in what it would be like to be his girlfriend.
Alas, things were never as simple as what Hayley wanted. There were many things she couldn’t do. For instance, she couldn’t storm up to him and demand that he date her because she said so. She also couldn’t act like some brainless ditz and risk getting turned down because girls like her weren’t made to be rejected. They were meant to have others in awe of their cool and unshakable confidence, so if she was ever going to ask him out, it would be when she was as sure as possible that he would agree. If she was lucky, then perhaps she would get her answer today.
The plan had been to go find him later to talk, but it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary. Never mind the fact that he had cut into her conversation without a care in the world. Never mind the fact that he had told her a soda would be a bad idea for her figure (though she did have to resist the temptation to point out that cheerleading could burn the calories she gained while he would not easily reverse the damage the beer did to his liver). What mattered was that his eyes were on her, and he had sought her company, and she was pretty satisfied by that. Then he stepped away, which had her feeling a little miffed, but she would be damned if she gave into the temptation to immediately follow him like some lovesick dolt. He could wait for her to finish her conversation because she wasn’t about to let him think that her world revolved around him.
As fate would have it, the conversation was extremely short-lived, courtesy of Tyler, and Hayley couldn’t honestly say she minded. As a quiet gesture of gratitude, she ended her stubborn refusal to find him and headed towards the direction he went. Catching up was easy because he hadn’t gotten far, and she fell in step with him. With a light smile, she inquired, "I take it you’re going to keep me company before everyone else bores me to death?" And she would never admit it, but she really did suspect that he would be far more interesting than anyone else who had shown up thus far.
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