Bonfire in Miami? Bring Your Weapons, Kids. {Group RP. Andrew, Greek, Blythe, Charlie, Boo, Cherry, Selene, Essie, and Sam.}

The party was a way to fill the Hole.

The Hole was always there, eating him up from the inside. It's appetite could be temporarily sated, but never banished completely. Perhaps the flames of tonight's bonfire would beat back it's advance a little further.

His footsteps made barely a sound on the sand of the beach, the soft ground compressing lightly with each deliberate step. Everything about Cassius was deliberate, from his carefully styled hair to his impeccable clothing. A slovenly Cassius was a paradox this world had yet to witness.

Already raucous shouts were flitting from the reddish haze ahead, and the crazy shadows of campers flickered eerily over the scene. A legion of goosebumps raised their heads on his bare forearms, coming to attention like an army hearing the sound of the General's bugle. If you weren't in the know, the scene seemed to be some ancient ritual practised by heathens in times gone by.

The flames were getting closer now, rising up in his vision. Accompanying the sight was a wave of blessed heat, pushing the cold from his bones. The night was young, the air was sweet and opportunities abounded if you had but the courage to seize them.

And Cassius was never lacking when it came to social occasions.

Slipping elegantly onto the sand in front of two girls and a young man, who had patted his log briefly as Cassius arrived for some reason - perhaps he thought it was a pet? - Cassius nodded in greeting.

"Cassius."

No more needed to be said.

Jared Frost.


.:Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave:.

Kara arrived in Miami a few hours ago, but decided to stroll around the city. She enjoyed it and found it rather... nice. At least, from what she had seen of it so far. She had recalled looking at her watch and noticing that it was about time to get to the beach. She had seen the group, but had felt a bit uncomfortable and decided to show up a bit later. After wandering off to wherever for no apparent reason, she realized that she was lost, and tried to retrace her steps.

Getting rather frustrated that she had gotten lost so easily and muttered a few curses to herself before feeling the heat of a fire; she flinched. Sighing, glad that she had finally found her way back to well... where other people were, she walked in on the same girls from the kissing booth in another cat fight, her half-brother walking in the distance, and most importantly, blood... 血. 彼女は出血していた。(Translation: She was bleeding)

Kara bit her lip nervously, looking away from the horrible scene and sitting down at a log, regretting that she even bothered to show up. Groups weren't her thing, she preferred 2-3 people, or a huge crowd of people, but anything in between made her uncomfortable. She was like that and there was no changing it.


Note: Even though Selene's charrie may not be bleeding yet, my charrie's imagining it, and I'm sorry for the extreemly crappy post, but I need to restart my muse xD