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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 20:25:46 GMT -6
Dezzy wore her hair down naturally today in loose waves. It didn't look as great as she wanted it to, but it never did. Not to mention, she was in a hurry to get here. Worst case scenario: someone tells her that her hair looks like shit, which she shrugs off.
Dezzy was always weighing things in scenarios: worst case, best case, etc. It helped her care less about the petty stuff life tends to chick in her direction. Take right now, for instance, as she sits on the beach an hour after her friend was supposed to be there. Worst case scenario: her friend died in a tragic car accident and that's the reason she's so late. Best case scenario: her friend shows up right now. Most likely scenario: Dezzy gets some more alone time and a great tan.
She unknowingly stood out in a crowd of skimpy bikinis with her bright red, polka-dotted one-piece swimsuit. She liked the modest feel it had; unlike other swimsuits that made her feel like she was walking around in her bra and underwear. For Dezzy, eberything was about the level of comfort it created for her.
Her orange an green towel was displayed out on the sand, but she was walking towards the waves. She was determined to conquer a fear she'd had since she was littlenof the ocean. Of course, the ocean that had developed this fear for her was the cold and gloomy Atlantic. Hopefully the brighter Pacific waters would change her fears. She stepped forward, her toes sinking into the sand as the cold waves crashed over her legs.
So far, so good.
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 20:37:26 GMT -6
Tom stumbled down the slick rocks that sloped down towards the beach. He grinned, jumping the last of them and sitting down on a large, slightly rotted log. He didn't expect the pleasant surprise to see Desiree standing at the foot of the low tide. "W'look 'oo it is, me dear Deezy," he called with a smiled as he took a swig from the already open bottle of Bailey's in his hand. It would've been plenty enough for a group, but he had no problem at all drinking close to half of it.
Usually he wouldn't have called her out, but that one piece bathing suit she had on was just begging for it. He saw her around a lot more, she always managed to catch his attention. That saying that he didn't exclusively roam around where she was, but he didn't mind her company compared to the usual lonely days of mild sobriety.
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 20:38:07 GMT -6
ooc: bah, i could've done better if i wasn't trying to get my god forsaken ipod to charge
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 20:50:45 GMT -6
ooc; forgiven! I'm also on my pod, so i have lots of annoying typos. Haha
Bic;
Dezzy quickly turned, startled to hear someone call her name. She was even more surprised to see Tom, who she was certain she would never see again. "Uh-oh," she said. "Need a babysitter again?" She squinted her eyes to read the label on his bottle, but couldn't. She forced a smile and took the excuse to get out of the water. Rather forget the days we spent; try to stay afloat in shallow water. The song that rang out in her mind seemed surprisingly fitting.
In all honesty, Dezzy was sure she'd like Tom just fine if he were sober. But she had never had the pleasure of meeting sober Tom; the drunken one, however, seemed to hang around a lot. There was something so... Not fun about being sober around a drunk person. It wouldn't be so bad if she were drunk, too, but she had given that up a while ago. "So, what's new, Tom?" She asked, walking over to him.
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 21:05:49 GMT -6
He grinned, moving over to the edge of the log. "No, no baby sitt'a t'day m'dear." he said, taking another swig from the bottle. "Takes a lot m'than this t'get me drunk," he said with a cheeky smile. "I was just strollin' around an'I couldn't help but notice y'bathing suit." He lightly swung the bottle back and forth to measure how much was left. "Y'want some?" He figured she'd be a lot more fun drunk.
He did like her though, as much as he could someone that for his point of view, was overbarring and wasn't a very big fan of him. She'd warm up though, soon enough.
ooc; lol what a fail second paragraph x.x i've got a mild case of lazy.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 21:20:25 GMT -6
Dezzy raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes in mock interest as she sat down next to him. "Mhmm!" She said, taking the bottle and setting it beside her- away from Tom. "Anyway, what brings you to the beach today?" She smiled, resting her hands on her lap. Besides having no where else in town to plague with your vomit, she thought. She tried to be friendly, really she did. But the effort was somewhat pointless.
At the same time, though, she wanted Tom to stick around. In some weird unexplainable way, she enjoyed his company. And the way he pronounced her name is his cockney accent. She was sure he meant well, she just wished he'd drink less. She leanred that lesson a while ago and planned to stick to it- no more alcohol until she comes of age. She knew she shouldn't care what Tom did, but she did and that was that. Worst case scenario? He keeps drinking.
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 21:39:43 GMT -6
ooc; yorkshire accent my dear (: the nicest of them all. Cockney's friggen hard to understand, let alone write!
bic; He looked down at the bottle resting by her feet for a moment before returning his gaze towards her face. "Decided t'go outside f'the day, instead of getting ripped an' sittin' inside." He chuckled, probably finding it a lot funnier than she did. "An' you, miss? W'you doin' down he'a all on y'lonesome?" He found she was always by herself, at least, whenever he talked to her. "Waitin' f'y'byrds I assume?" He also wasn't entirely sure she fully understood him the entire time. If she wanted to know something, that was too bad.
Thomas slipped off his shoes, letting his feet get partially swallowed by the sand. "Me an' me mates used t'party all the time on this beach. Me brother'd set up f'a gig and we'd end up with massive crowds of kids."
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 21:54:53 GMT -6
Ooc; Dezzy can't tell the difference xD
Bic; "Waiting for the birds?" Dezzy repeated, confused. He was right- she didn't understand the things he said. But she pretended to, most of the time. "Uhm, no, actually. I was waiting for a friend. But she stood me up." She shruged and rolled her eyes. It wasn't too surprising, either. Her friend probably was offered something better to do and she just forgot to tell Dezzy she had made other plans. Dezzy didn't mine being all by her 'lonesome' much. She wasn't too big of a people person anyway.
"Where are you from?" Dezzy up and asked him. "I mean. Uh, how did you get the accent?" She looked at him, knowing full well she sounded half-idiotic. He smelled like Bailey's, but that wasn't all too bad. It somewhat reminded her of hernfather- it was his favorite drink to down after he and her mom got divorced. She wondered if he was still drinking over their divorce; it was over six months ago. Maybe Dezzy didn't understand marriage as well as she thought she did.
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 22:10:35 GMT -6
"Tha's not very nice of y'friends now is it?" he pondered, wiggling his toes in the sand. It was a hot day out, and he wondered why Dezzy hadn't gone swimming yet. He would've jumped right in the moment he arrived on the sand if he had been wearing his swim shorts.
Tom smiled, "Byrds, as in, y'friends. But I guess y'already answered that. S'its my turn," he reached over her for the bottle of Bailey's, retrieving the bottle and taking a large gulp. "I'm from Yorkshire, Sheffield. Grew up there me whole life." he smiled, "Stocksbridge t'be exact though, Steel City's whut we call it. I moved out he'a not too long ago, late August." He had specifically chosen to move to California for the girls. He could've very well stayed in England if he wanted to.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 22:28:56 GMT -6
Dezzy frowned, but let him grab the bottle. She could always steal it back later. She just didn't like him drinking while talking to her. But again, she couldn't control it so she shouldn't stress about it. Although his accent was kind of cute when it wasn't slurred, so maybe she should be grabbing that bottle back soon.
"Hmm," Dezzy thought to herself. If she lived in England, she would not move to America. She'd stay in Europe; unless America had something she wanted. "What does California have that the 'Steel City' doesn't?" She asked, looking him in the eye as she reached her hand down to grab a handful of sand. She liked the way it felt sifting through her fingers.
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 22:38:18 GMT -6
"Girls tha' aren't all th'size of a house." he said, setting the bottle back down in the sand. Britain was a small island, small gene pool. "And th'weather's consistent." he said, gazing up into the crystal blue sky. "An' no' nearly as many of those little shit wank'a scene kids are around to freak out." he chuckled, but really did find them annoying; fans of his brother or not they knew who he was better than anyone else around here.
Tom found that Desiree watched him a lot, he didn't directly notice it but he could feel her eyes following his movements. It didn't bother him much but he silently questioned it. It was like she was concerned about something he might do, he was unable to think of what though.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 22:50:02 GMT -6
Dezzy couldn't help but lose a lot of respect for him just then- and he didn't have much to begin with. "Really? You came to California for the girls?" But what did she expect? He was a typical teenage boy. "I mean, most people come to fulfill dreams on get rich quick schemes. Or, I don't know, go to Berkely or Preforming Arts something." She told herself to settle down- she was starting to sound a little bit too much like she cared.
Which, we all know, she doesn't.
She shook it out of her head and sighed. Ah, well. She thought, despite her somewhat small (even smaller now) hopes that he would be a little more interesting than that. She closed her eyes for a moment and rested her forehead on her arms that were resting on her knees. When she looked back up, she saw the ocean waves come rolling in, almost far enough to touch her toes. "I came to Rosewood to get away from my own family." She said finally. "I'm no better than you are."
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 23:02:08 GMT -6
"I've got noffin' wrong wif' me family, I had t'leave my dreams behind..finish school like me mum and dad wanted. I knew I wouldn't be getting anything done wif' me brother back home so I moved out he'a." Tom wasn't quite interested in why she left her family but he probably had no choice but to listen to her.
Truth be told, the more he thought about it the lonelier he was in California, he missed gloomy Steel City, and Godfrey, Vegan, Stoker, Matt, all of his old friends that he never got a chance to talk to anymore. He missed the blur of gigs and parties and being with his friends.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 11, 2010 23:17:32 GMT -6
Dezzy regretted saying it the second it came out of her mouth. "I'm sorry. That was rude." She shouldn't have mentioned her family at all. Now she looked like some... Terrible family-hating freak. "The fact is that you're in California. And you have to get the most you can out of that. If you want girls, go get girls. There's like a freak million of them here." She lazily rested her chin on her hand and watched the tide come in so close it washed up over their feet.
She didn't know why, but she was acting differently than she would have if she were around.. Say, Seth, for instance. Something about this boy made her a little less outgoing than normal. And, a little less comfortable with herself. For some reason this boy had an effect on her that wasn't generally pleasant, but it was an effect to say the least. She tried to pinpoint it's exact purpose, but was having difficulties.
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Post by lucy on Jul 11, 2010 23:26:40 GMT -6
He stared down at the incoming tide, quickly rescuing the bottle of Bailey's from the water's current. He swiftly gulped down the rest of it and stood up, "Yeah...M'gonna head off," he said quietly, turning away and heading off back towards the parking lot. It took him a bit of effort not to trip and fall, but he eventually made it up back to his car. What a dramatic exit.
Thomas, again, wasn't entirely sure how much he liked this girl. She was very cautious about him, seemed like she expected something more from him. He shook his head, dropping the bottle onto the passenger seat and climbing into the driver's.
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