solstice rpg

Who: Sam and Chrissy
Where: Johnson's Beach
When: Late morning
Warning NSFW

Since Sam had to show Hannah around, he didn't make a lot of plans for the day, even though he knew it wouldn't take very long to walk around the island. And since he had a few hours to spare before he was supposed to meet her, Sam took the ferry over to the mainland to hang out with a couple of his 'friends'. That, of course, meant smoking some weed and listening to music, but he'd take that over playing sports or video games any day.

After awhile, he found himself getting bored, so he wandered out of John's house and started toward Johnson's beach. He liked the guys he hung out with, but occasionally he preferred to do shit on his own. Which right now, meant walking down the beach and smoking a cigarette. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was a mess, but he felt pretty good. Hopefully he'd settle a bit before seeing Hannah.

( So maybe I do like you. )

Who: Torin and Chrissy
When: mid-afternoon
Where: Chrissy's house
Warning: NSFW

It was nearly midnight in Italy, where Torin Spencer had spent the past five months, and he'd spent countless hours on planes during the last couple of days, but he hadn't even considered just resting once he'd gotten home. He'd thrown all his shit into his room, changed out of his traveling grubbies into something more decent, grabbed his present for Chrissy and hopped into his car to make the short drive to her house. He couldn't remember if he'd e-mailed or texted her what day he was going to be home, but that didn't matter. If she was home, he wanted to surprise her. It was tough living for months without his besties, although Torin managed to make friends wherever they traveled. It helped that their homes in California and overseas were in elemental neighborhoods. That meant he'd always find decent people to associate with.

At Chrissy's, he got out of his car and closed the door, then paused with his head tilted to one side. Was that music? It was a sunny day, nearly eighty degrees in the summer. It would make sense. He followed the sound around to the backyard, grinning at the sight of the deliciously lovely blonde stretched out on a blanket, bikini and sunglasses on. Torin crept closer, wondering how long it would take her to realize he was there.

( don't scream )

Who: Shoel and Chrissy
Where: Vapor
When: Night

After her conversation with West, Shoel had been on the prowl. So to speak. She was hanging around places where people were sitting or getting drinks or chatting, rather than dancing. Right then, it was upstairs on the starlight-ceiling room with the open balcony. It was such a lovely night, after all, why not enjoy the air? She was going to try this flirting thing-- and if it failed and spiraled into disaster, well, it wasn't as if she cared what people thought of her, right?

So she held her drink, tried to look happy and cool and collected, and looked for somebody pretty to talk to and maybe compliment. Or however one did the flirting thing.

( We can both do it. )

Who: Ava and Chrissy
When: Eleven AM
Where: Juicy Java



Chrissy was hungry, her stomach growling angrily, though thankfully not loudly. How embarrassing would that have been with her standing at the display in Juicy Java. Her eyes poured over the selections of muffins and she let her head run away with, trying to count calories and figure out how far she'd have to run to work off one of those poofy little treats. Damn the weight she'd gain for that single muffin. Too many calories. Each bite packed with fluff that would fill up her sides and give her a pooch and make her ass hang over all of her shorts. Her stomach growled again at her and she tried her best to ignore it. Maybe she could just leave and go home for some crackers or something.

( one muffin isn't going to make your ass explode )

Who: West and Chrissy
When: Evening
Where: the streets

It had been a damn good day, between hanging out with Emmaline, and talking to Jessica about Saturday, West was feeling pretty good himself. He had headed over to a friend's house after Jessica returned home, but rather than drive his crappy car, he walked. That was one of the nice things about Darkwater... it might take you a few extra minutes, but you could walk from Point A to Point B without much trouble - unless you wanted to go to the Island, of course.

It was dark out night, and he was heading back home when he decided to cut through the park. He sort of wished he'd brought his basketball so he could shoot a few hoops - nighttime or not - it was better than getting home and being asked to do a million things by his mom.

(  I change my type in boys more often than I change clothes babe and that's usually two or three times a day. )