Oblivion ::: An Original RP

Who: Josie and Slav
When: Afternoon, about 3pm
Where: H Deck, near the pool

This was bullshit. Josie had been here all god damn day, and all she had managed to accomplish was burn her nose and forehead. She wasn't tanning at all. Sure, she was wearing high level sunscreen, but still! Shouldn't her skin look lovely and sun-kissed by now? Huffing, Josie got up from the chaise lounge she had rented for herself all throughout the day and dove into the pool, all her frustration directed into the dive itself.

Judging by how deep she had gone without having to swim, she must be really frustrated. It was pathetic to be frustrated about this kind of thing, she was well aware of that. When Josie emerged from the pool completely soaking wet she went to sit at her chaise long she already had not to be noticed any more than she already had. Putting her sunglasses back on, she leaned back and crossed her legs one above the other. Maybe she should find something to do soon.

Who: Slav and Andie
When: Just after noon
Where: Cult of Dionysus

The Parental Units were fighting again. Which, in a Jones Boy's world, was a daily event, and not only expected but they had learned to try to plan around such blow ups, anticipate them. Slav didn't have the shop here, where he could escape under the hood of some classic 'vette, classic rock blaring, chatting it up with Betty. Occasionally being dragged by what was probably his best friend, into the back of some car for some fun when she decided they should have a break. They had an odd friendship, what could he say.

Even in his thoughts, Slav was easily distracted.

He had ended up at the Cult with the rumble of his stomach telling him he should eat. Which was nice, the stomach rumbling, he usually forgot about it soon after, but this time it was timely and just when he was bypassing someplace with food. An order of an extremely delicious burger, steak fries and a beer later, the beer only because he could order one on the ship, and he had wandered over to one of the available pool tables to play. His more than half full beer was set on a nearby small table, he quickly had a pool cue in hand and blew his hair out of his face with a puff of breath.

Who: Andie and Slav.
When: Early afternoon.
Where: Thalia's Diner.
What: A random encounter at the diner.

( It was a step in the right direction. )

Who: Slav and Gor
When: Night, after the elevator incident
Where: The room they share


By the time he got out of the stupid elevator, Gor was ready to explode. He honestly surprised himself with even having the ability to coherently find his way back to his room, taking the stairs of course. Fuck elevators. If he never saw another one for the rest of his life, it would be too soon. Entering the room he shared with Slav, he slammed the door, pushed himself back against it and slid down to the ground. "I hate this s-s-stupid b-b-boat." he cried. Of course that was a total understatement. Hate wasn't strong enough a word for how he felt about the boat. About the elevators and about the girl and Crocodile Dundee. "I'm never riding in an el-el-elevator again."

Who: The Jones Boys (Grigory, Slav, Ios and Nik)
When: Lunch
Where: The Grand Buffet


The Jones boys, accompanied by their parents, had been forced into going to the Grand Buffet for some family dining experience. Too bad about ten minutes into sitting at the table with their plates, their father and mother started going at it like a couple of ten year old's fighting over a pack of pokémon cards. They eventually excused themselves and once out of the line of hearing him bitch, Gor shook his head. "This is s-shit." he said. "How d-do we end up having t-to stay at 'family' dinner when a t-third of the family just hauled a-ass?" he questioned.

He just didn't understand that. At all.

And you know what? Fuck the stutter. Just because people were around didn't mean he couldn't talk right, damn it. Brow furrowed, he silently cursed god for making him the Jones boy with the stutter. Why couldn't it have been Nik or something? It just wasn't fair. Like there wasn't enough fucked up shit in his life without being unable to speak on top of it all.

Oh well. At least you're the smartest.