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[VANESSA ÉLISE DESRUISSEAUX]

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[baker]

I'm lying in the ocean

in fear of what's to come.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #98a7b8 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Ocean blue orbs stared intently at the waves ahead, pondering, wondering about the nothingness that currently surrounded him, or so it felt like, as he skillfully endeavored to preserve a steady balance on his board. The strong currents mounted him onto an immense wave—which gave him a forceful push that he managed to direct once he shifted his board towards the shore—taking long strides against the surface of the water. He surfed passionately carefree, without a single concern about what might happen to him should he lose his balance. In his strides, he impassively passed through numerous of onlookers who also attempted to challenge the waves with the same dignity and confidence that he had postured when he initially took on and absorbed the potency of these wind induced water shapes. This was how life was meant to be spent and lived, he thought to himself as his lips curled into a proud grin of relief and satisfaction, with shivers of ecstasy coursing through his spine. Life, his mind spoke, had always been meant to be experienced without a single worry or concern, or at least his life was meant to be lived so nonchalantly. Aaron hadn’t felt like this in a long ass while, with all the drama that his impatient mind had endured lately in the past months or so, it felt supremely relaxing, heavenly even—to be able to simply kick back, relax and enjoy nature the way God had wanted his creation to enjoy it when he first fabricated such a vivid masterpiece. Lately, Aaron had found himself swimming in a sea of pussy, alcohol and all the drama that came along with it. It was stressful and had begun to take its toll on him, hence his being here, with his life in the hands of the waves. He treated this sport as his sweetest drug, his gateway to an alternate universe, and his break from reality and all the lies and slander that had a tendency of contaminating his mind and weakening his soul; a spirit that had always been meant to be charismatic and nonchalantly vivacious rather than depressed and annoyed. Oh what a joyous feeling—especially one to sentimentally experience on Independence Day. Talk about poetic justice. The day Aaron finally felt as though he was free from all the drama that consumed his life, just happened to be the same day known as America’s celebration of independency. That thought alone made him grin once again, as his board finally landed onto the shore and away from the water. Damn. He’d only spent merely two seconds away from the sea and already he felt his body fuming—responding to the heat of the sun. “fucking hell…” he cursed underneath his breath, clinging his board to his left side and making his way further into the shoreline, the party, and the array of semi naked bodies that crowded the beach. The music continued to resonate loudly, and those who had the desire and will to let their body loose continuously danced their day away, seemingly drowned in a sea of pleasure. He steered his way coolly through the crowd, brushing up against multiple sweaty and heated buddies in his path to solitude, or whatever space that wasn’t currently occupied by a number of intoxicated baboons. Once through, he stood still, eyes scanning the area, gazing indolently at the crowd behind him, and those ahead of him, collecting every piece of data that he could possibly assemble in hopes of finding something even remotely appealing to his eyes. It was then that his eye-sockets landed on arguably the best looking piece of ass that he’d seen ever since he had arrived here at the beach several hours ago. She was something else, something different. He was sure of it. When it came to the women of Manchester, he had all their albums, most if not all, and had planted himself inside them at some point of his illustrious career as a manwhore and certified womanizer. This one was new; she had a welcoming aura about her that oozed the scent of something fresh and untouched; untouched only in the sense that he had never penetrated and infiltrated her warm territories. That fact alone intrigued him, and induced him to speculatively keep his thorough eyes on her as she strolled past most of his schoolmates and sat herself, a little bit on the outskirt of the beach, or at least, away from the group of people. A smile instantaneously formed itself across his face, as he began to make his way towards her, with his left arm still clutching on his board. She seemed intrigued by the crowd and fascinated by the beach—at least that’s what he’d been able to deduce from a distance. Only time, a short little time, would be able to tell if he had the potential to equally and individually fascinate her as well. He approached her with an air of confidence to his demeanor: his jaws flexed, and his eyes narrowed—with a piercing gaze staring into her own blue-ish and green hues. “Hey…” he started in his attempt to captivate her attention. “You know, we’re not all sharks over there, if you ever plan on joining the party.” he said with a pleasant smile, and not his trademark grin. “I’ve never seen you around before… are you new?” he asked curiously, licking his lips just slightly as his gaze stared deep into hers, intrigued and anticipating an answer from her. words; 0 tag; vanessa <3note; he's wearing this template made by missickle

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[VANESSA ÉLISE DESRUISSEAUX]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] if you only knew what the future holds hi licking her lips, she helped ease the parched feeling as she sat up straighter, a habit her mother always enforced on her. probably if she ever met someone else of royalty status of the sort. her one possible dream for her probably, especially since she had lost the weight that once put her into overweight, even nearing obese. she shuttered remembering those days. a rich girl whose parents owned a spa, was never going to meet another rich nice boy looking as she did. even her parents nagged on her, but not as much as her school mates. the world today was harsh and the sun's rays that day possibly even further so as it brought her back to the real world only monetarily. biting her lip she didn't want to go back to all that. she could still feel the ache in her heart, but even here she wondered if she could do it. reach popular status with those who probably treated others like she was treated. it was an inward dilemma she struggled with since setting a foot in the states. maybe she could keep herself, while entering the lion's den. or in this case, lion and lioness' den. her heart raced even at the thought that she had missed an approaching figure. squinting her eyes as she glanced up shifting her head only an inch to the side to avoid the sun's beaming rays as she smiled. very easy on the eyes and definitely not average boy, guy, man? she wasn't sure on the term. certainly still in high school possibly, but she could never be sure. some twenty-five year olds could easily look seventeen and some seventeen year olds could look twenty-two. she stopped herself when she realized mere moments had passed since he spoke and she hadn't said anything. she was over analyzing him and the thought alone brought a faint frown to her lips before a smile touched her lips. finally. as she parted her lips after a gentle tug on her bottom lip. "hey," she replied softly before gazing up to his eyes. she wasn't one to dwell on abs or even lower to any bulge that might be showing. relaxing a bit, even when his stance and even gaze said the opposite. possibly sizing her up as well? everything about him made her curious. where did he stand here? where did he attend? once again she over thought herself as she laughed, delayed, but she still did remembering his comment as she shrugged her shoulders up tilting her head to the side. "and what makes you think i see you all as sharks?" she said her french accent, something that would be heavy for quite some time until she settled in as she licked her lips again gazing back over to the crowd, much thicker than the one around her, were partying it up and drinking booze. "i'd be pretty crazy to come here with the chance of meeting some of you all, if i was afraid or saw you as sharks," she grinned wrapping her arms around her knees straightening her pose further as she sunk her toes into the warm sand off the edge of her towel relaxing further. was it obvious she was new? the thought alone almost pushed another frown to the surface of her face. or perhaps the town was small so to speak. everyone knew who other, or at least the higher ups on the social ladder did, as she nodded. simple. "oui, i just moved here from a city in france. on my own, for the high school here. so, consider me a transfer." fresh meat. perfect way to show herself off, she thought sarcastically. especially if he was the type to abuse someone who was new. but nobody went anywhere without risks. without risks you couldn't live life to the fullest. "i take it you're a townie?" she asked, turning the tables on him as her hues turned to the surfboard to his side. tagged, aaron │ word count, 682 │ outfit, in zee banner │ notes, i'm sorry it's so rambley /: [/style]

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[baker]

I'm lying in the ocean

in fear of what's to come.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #98a7b8 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] He stood there mesmerized by her beauty. She wasn’t quite like any of the girls from school. It seemed so natural to her to look this damn good. Her little smile, brought a divine feeling to his heart, it quaked quickly, rapidly, excitedly at the sight, confined and enchanted by that simple countenance alone. He could only drool and sigh internally, but had to hide it externally and keep his composure intact—as to avoid showing too much infatuation. Doing so, would be a sign of weakness, of desperation, one that he had too much vanity to express so perceptibly. The moment she spoke, his mind rang an alerting sound. She was most certainly not from around here. He thought she’d at least be from another city or state, but no, not this one—she sounded like she previously belonged to another country. That much he could tell by her initial subtle response. The source and background of that accent though remained a mystery, at least for now. “Well,” he was already immediately impressed by her sharp response, and thus slightly arched his back pushing his chest forward, responsively, in attempt to seem more masculine and stronger than he physically appeared to be. “My intuition makes me think that way to be honest. if you’re new, which I assume you are, then I think, you’re here distancing yourself a little in your attempt to deduce your surroundings—us particularly.” He paused, and smiled alluringly, “But if I’m wrong, then I possibly failed to surmise you.” That grin lingered on his face as it soaked in the soft wind that hovered through them, swaying some of the strands of his hair to float dreamily—as did hers—which internally turned him on… just faintly—incenting a charming smile on his face. Slickly he lowered his eyes down to her chest, and subtly—in a very suave and unnoticeable manner—glanced at her bosom, biting and licking his lips satisfyingly in response to acknowledging her size. “yes… yes it would.” Her foreign voice, and thick accent immediately re-caught his attention as he stared back into her eyes with that same piercing gaze of his. “it’s good to know that you aren’t timid and afraid… in that case, I best introduce myself. My name’s Aaron” he said smoothly, proceeding by extending his hand towards her. He cooked his head to the side, stared deep into her eyes, speculatively, and listened to her speak; fascinated by her accent and enthralled once again by her angelic beauty. French? Yes, that made a whole lot of sense, he thought to himself, widening his eyes at the epiphany. One that she’d confirm mere seconds after he puzzled together the source of that sexy accent of hers. “Oh de la France?” he asked in his valiant attempt to speak French, a language that his parents had forced him to learn back when he was younger, and which he still took some courses for but only knew how to speak just slightly, rather than fluently. “alors, enchanté de faire votre connaissance” he said, clasping her hand and pressing a soft gentlmanly kiss on top of it. He too emitted an accent when he spoke, one that exposed him to being a full blooded American rather than a French man. “Yes, I am a townie” he finally replied to her question, shooting a pleasant smile at her. “I wouldn’t necessarily say that I was born and raised here, but I’ve lived here for the majority of my life.” He said reminiscing of his past and childhood. “hey, mind if I join you?” he directed his eyes to the open space surrounding them, right by her side, suggestively asking if he could take a seat next to her. words; 627 tag; vanessa <3note; he's wearing this template made by missickle

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] if you only knew what the future holds hi she bit her lip getting a taste of the new attention. nothing she didn't have before, instead it was crude comments, but the way he looked at her. it was different, but then she wondered, was it as an apple pie to bang or someone to care for? frowning slightly in the thought she snapped back to real life as she smiled again glancing up to his eyes. she raised a brow watching him taking in the sudden shift of his chest, "somewhat i guess, just getting the courage i suppose" she almost couldn't believe she had said it. it was not something to admit, especially on her second day in town. to be a wimp or scared to socialize. sighing inwardly she'd get over the awkward phase of all the attention. or well, this one particular attention wasn't all, but it did make her curious. he was smooth, she'd give him that much. deciding to bounce back she forced a smile, "just bidding my time until the sharks get all the meat and things calm down or just waiting until a shark wanders off to a dolphin like yourself," she said jokingly even with a coy grin. "but non, just watching for a bit. i guess," she smiled lifting her hand as she shook his hand. "vanessa," she replied once more in her french accent doing a curt nod. once more jet lag hit her as she slid her shades down over her eyes. glancing up she smiled, but raised her eye brow at his statement. cheesy, but to the point she supposed. "yeah, i studied english there as a second language. since quite a bit in the world speak it. took a while though.." she said remembering the lessons with her mother. the same fantasies and for traveling the world. shaking her head she smiled once again, "came into use for moving here i guess," she crossed her legs and shifted them from side to side. her ears quirked up at the sound of french being spoken as it touched across her body making her shiver. it was different, coming from an american boy as she grinned her eyes glancing from beyond the sunglasses, "heureux de vous rencontrer aussi, n'a pas que vous connaissiez françaises?" said in a quieter tone as her eyes spotted the kiss. her stomach fluttering as she swallowed. definitely not something she was used to as she frowned biting her lip glancing back up. "oh.." she replied softly biting her lip. pulling her hand away quickly fearing anything that would go wrong. crushing and getting heart broken. she sighed nibbling on her bottom lip, she had a feeling with the new found field came consequences to someone fresh to the scene. exposed and weak to any romantic touch or word. keeping a bit of distance between his lips and her body she swallowed hard nodding, "ah, i see. well knowing the ropes around here doesn't seem to be a bad thing at least. where were you born?" she asked curiously. she nodded shifting over the side to give him more room on her towel. "oui, wouldn't make you stand there. plus, puffing out your chest like that seems like it might be tiring," she laughed lightly grinning. she paused glancing out to the other students and locals alike shaking her head, "americans are different." her eyes dropped to his own bottoms, "used to speedos. displays the man's package.. pretty well," she said her thought out loud before her eyes widened coughing slightly. a faint blush crossing her cheeks as she glanced out past him to the crashing waves. she bit her lip taking a deep breath shifting on her towel leaning back on her forearms. a way to relax herself as her heart slowly sped down from her moment of slip. tagged, aaron │ word count, 647 │ outfit, in zee banner │ notes, ♥ [/style]

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