Getting Her Tan On [OPEN]

[kiki3]

Long lost words whisper slowly to me

Still can't find what keeps me here
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OOC: Whoops!! I accidentally modified it to the post I was supposed to reply with. and since I have no idea what the post for this was ... Yeah -_-

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NOTES:
STATUS: Finished
TAGGED:
WORDS:
CREDITS: Mellybelly @ Caution 2.0

[zana100]

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[atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, background: #fafafa; color: #444; font-family: 'arial narrow'; padding: 10px; width: 330px!important;] ▶ Ahhh, the beach... How Terrence hated it right now. Hot, piping sand in his sandals, glaring sun making him sweat... If he were here for fun, that'd be a completely different story; but, as it is now, he's here to get some natural produce. Specifically shellfish and clams. So, he trudged through the beach in a t-shirt and swimming trunks. He had a bucket in each hand, along with a small shovel a kid would use to make sand castles with. He was pretty ticked off too, seeing as how he lost a dumb bet with his co-chefs from the inn, making him do this. That will be the last time i'll ever bet with those two ever again. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice Zoey in his path. So, he got his foot caught under her "assets" and face planted into the hot sand. Just as quickly as he was down, he lifted himself up, spitting out the sand that got into his mouth. "AH, CAZZO! Tómala!?" He spat out more sand and shook his head, making sand fly all over the place. Luckily, he came prepared, and quickly opened a water bottle he had in his pack, poured some water in his mouth, and spat the sand and water mixture into the sand in front of him. He coughed a little and muttered profanities as he got up, dusting himself off. "Agh, jeez... The hell did I trip over?"

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[kiki3]

Long lost words whisper slowly to me

Still can't find what keeps me here
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She could hear muttering a few feet away from her, but she didn't bother looking. Probably some miserable sucker having a bad day. Maybe he got sand in his trunks. Heh, something Zoey would love to see, but right now she was just concentrated on herself and just enjoying the heat on her skin. It was just nice to finally get some time to herself without having to spy or follow orders. Something she could get used to, to be honest.

As the young golden eyed Zoey laid back and let the sun bathe her skin, she felt someone tripping over her waist and land face first into the sand. Huh, you'd think people would notice a girl wearing a black and white bikini and walk around/walk over her instead of tripping clumsily. With a sigh escaping her, she pushed herself up onto her elbows and decided to see who wasn't paying attention. Turned out to be the cook at the Inn. by her account, he was pretty good at what he did, but she thought he would have a little more sense of balance and attention. Well, wasn't the first time Zoey's observations were incorrect, but thankfull most of the time it wasn't.

When he began to angrily ask what in the hell he tripped over after spitting out a bunch of sand, which made her snicker quietly, Zoey could only laugh and smirk some at the redhead. "Take a look and you'll find out." she told him as she pushed up on her elbows into a sitting position. Zoey just loved to be a smartass, it was one of the many things she took enjoyment out of. Was no harm in being a bit cocky, right?

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NOTES: Haha! Poor Terrence
STATUS: Finished
TAGGED: Terrence
WORDS: 299
CREDITS: Mellybelly @ Caution 2.0

[zana100]

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[atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, background: #fafafa; color: #444; font-family: 'arial narrow'; padding: 10px; width: 330px!important;] ▶ Terrence spit out a little more sand before hearing a small snicker from behind him. The snarky comment got him to turn around and look down. While most of the guys at the beach were practically drooling over Zoey, a small vein was bulging out from the side of his head and he had a small scowl on his face. "Ah, it's you. Enjoying the beach? 'Cuz I sure as hell am not." His head moved towards the sea, looking around for a good spot to dig up come grub for the cooks to use for tonight's special. He muttered under his breath and frowned a little more. "Damn..." Just as he was about to leave, he stopped and turned to Zoey. "Hey, you mind helping me? I gotta find some clams and crabs for tonight's dinner. You can get the meal for free if you do."

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