Lounging On My Towel

Subject: Lounging On My Towel Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:25 am

Victoria Strong lounged comfortabley on her towel with a Nike check on the center and the tagline, 'Just Do It.' Written in block, silver letters under the check. She had on a Speedo one piece that fit her just right in all the right places and her bag looked rather full, with sunscreen and other things. She had her little radio playing a Beach Boys song softly in the background and she wore her aviators on top of her slight frizzy auburn hair. Her hair almost looked red in the sunlight.

Subject: Re: Lounging On My Towel Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:35 am

The redheaded Irish gal walked onto the beach in his trunks. They were black and what looked like paints splashed all over them, which wasn't exactly true. This is the way they'd been made. His hair was standing all over the place and it framed his slightly heart-shaped face quite perfectly. His green eyes staring friendly and intendedly out over the see. His freckled upperbody and legs actually suited him, of course he wasn't as freckled as most ginger kids which did him good.

Subject: Re: Lounging On My Towel Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:41 am

As Vicotoria was glancing around to watch the ocean she saw a redheaded guy in the distance. Redhead? She had never really cared for gingers. She listened as the song ended and the station started to fade out. She made a face and fiddled with the controls until she found a station to listen to. Apparently the only one that had a song playing that she recognized was 96.5 Kiss FM. It had the song, "No Hands," by Waka Flocka Flame playing. She had only heard it once but it was ok.

Subject: Re: Lounging On My Towel Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:45 am

He dumped his towel and such and walked over to the crystal clear water. He waded in to his middle and looked out over the horizon. His muscular body stood out of the waves quite a lot, yet his muscles didn't come from fighting, he ran, he loved it. Especially on uneven territories like where rocks, sticks were hindering him. He also ran laps around the track every so often, he was amazingly fast. He waded in a tiny bit deeper and dived under the waves. The water was cool on his skin in the late winter, luckily it didn't get to cold in the Camp.

Subject: Re: Lounging On My Towel Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:45 pm

She watched the redhead dive under the waves with precision. His muscles had told her that he was either a runner or a fighter. Or a really small bodybuilder. She chuckled at the thought.

Subject: Re: Lounging On My Towel Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:49 pm

Before coming to the surface bubbles broke the smooth water as Flann pushed up from the sand. His ginger hair hanging down now nearly reaching the bottom of his neck. He gave it a hard shake and did something funny with his hand through it and it stood up again like before, and many girls would say he looked adorable but he was quite oblivious to flirting, that's why he rarely had dates, he was oblivious to hints and everything else.

Subject: Re: Lounging On My Towel Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:35 pm

She watched him for a little while longer and got bored with it. There wasn't really anything to see, anyways. He was just a guy. With hair and arms. As boring as they came. She turned her attention to her bag and pulled out a book. Nothin' much. Just a regular book filled with poems from Edgar Allen Poe.

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