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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Sept 5, 2010 22:48:47 GMT -8
Melrose grinned and playfully poked Aaron in the ribs like she always does. His abs were stone. Like always. Oh Aaron.
"I was just hanging around, laying the sand and enjoying the night. My little, baby brother, Holden, just got it this evening actually. I wanted to show him around so badly, but he crashed on the lobby couch in the business office. They haven't assigned a room to him yet. He's out cold."
She rocked back and forth on her heels, which was definitely a challenge in the sand.
Noticing Aaron sweatshirt and jeans, Melrose couldn't help but realize how actually cold it was. Geez.
"Wow. It's really cold out tonight. I should've thought ahead." Melrose felt the goosebumps climbing up her legs. She was in jeans and a long sleeve shirt, but geez. It was down right chilly.
"So, has school been good? I won't lie. I've been missing seeing your face, Superman."
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Sept 5, 2010 23:05:32 GMT -8
Aaron blushed, his head looking down, smiling sheepishly, "awh shucks, Mel," shucks? Seriously Aaron? It must be past your bed time, you are thinking nonsense, sleepy head. You sounded like Goofy. Ya dun goof'd. "Yeah, but uh, we see each other in class, but that doesn't really count maybe," Aaron mumbled, looking up at the night sky. There were better stars in Nebraska. "But yeah, school has been doing good so far. Calculus is going easy, but uh, I'm sure it will get harder, but easier for you," he said with another small shrug.
Gee Aaron, why so shy around Mel? That Superman comment really got to you.
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Sept 5, 2010 23:13:36 GMT -8
Melrose drew scribbles in the sand with her feet.
"Yeah. I sure hope it's easy. Without the gift, I'd be flat out terrible at math." She looked up at Aaron, "You wanna know a secret?" Melrose looked back down at the drawings in the sand. "I can't stand math class. It's my least favorite subject."
She yawned and rubbed her arms as a cold breeze came by. "I like English class. And Drama Class. Or Musical theatre. Yeah, those are probably my favorite." She shot a glance at Aaron again before looking out at the water. Aaron looked good. She wasn't going to lie. And not like "good" as in a sandwich. That'd be weird. "Good" as in he was attractive. He was cute. Melrose liked the way he looked. And it was pleasant to notice it. She had liked Aaron for who he was on the inside, but now looking at the outside, Aaron wasn't too shabby there either.
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Sept 5, 2010 23:44:39 GMT -8
"So you like to act?" Aaron yawned, trying to fight it but the yawn won the battle and his sleepiness would win the war. But not right now. Aaron was still going strong. Besides, he had to walk back to school. Hopefully Melrose with him, he didn't want her by herself. "I did not know that you liked that stuff. A lot of girls like English, so that part isn't much of a surprise, but I like English too."
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Sept 5, 2010 23:54:48 GMT -8
"I love theatre!" Melrose felt her eyelids getting heavy. She linked arms with Aaron and laid her head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted not to mention freezing. It was rather brave of her to do so. Latching on to him like that? You could tell she was getting tired. Melrose was losing her reasoning.
"And I think it's cool you like English. Because you're right, most guys don't. You're different. That's cool." She closed her eyes for a second longer then a normal blink.
It was really comfortable and safe on Aaron's shoulder.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 6, 2010 21:32:05 GMT -8
Mykel smiled softly, happy as he put down his phone and dove into the water. His sparks were gone out of habit now, and he was freezing, true, but he was happy, fed, a bit tired, and everything just generally felt right.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 6, 2010 21:38:08 GMT -8
Vergil received the text towards the end of doing his essay for English though it had been trying since it wasn't in his native tongue. He needed to take his mind off of it and fresh air was good as well so he accepted Mykel's invitation out and quietly skulked along the edge of the beach in search of him.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 6, 2010 21:42:09 GMT -8
Mykel grinned, laughing to himself as he waved and splashed to call Vergil over. "Wings! Wings!" He shouted, secretly sparking the younger as a joke.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 6, 2010 21:46:35 GMT -8
Vergil knew Mykel's playful mood when he heard him and smiled to himself. He walked in the direction of the splashing and spotted his friend happily floating as well as the phone lying on the sand away from the water's lapping edge. Raising a hand to wave to him, he called out a hallo in return and avoided getting any closer than necessary to the water since he was still getting over his cold.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 6, 2010 21:54:03 GMT -8
Slipping under the waves, Mykel popped back up, freaking out and playing the dramatic drowning friend. In all honestly, he /had/ swallowed some water, and it was scaring him. "Vergil! Help!"
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 6, 2010 22:04:15 GMT -8
Vergil brushed his hand against the leather case he decided to use tonight and felt the warm hum in his core as he went to cross his arms and relax in his stance. His smiled, however, disappeared when he heard Mykel's panicked calls as he slipped under the currents and surfaced again. He didn't take time to consider prosies or the chance of being caught- his sleeve was up, his ring was active and his deck was opened in a matter of moments whilst he begged of Die Wässrige Eine to help him if only just this once. To his surprise, she accepted and Vergil was traveling under the freezing waters quickly, not phased by the temperature. He caught Mykel around the middle and kept him afloat as best as he could then checked him over once they were both on the shore, "Mai-khul..? Mai-khul!" |
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 6, 2010 22:08:29 GMT -8
Mykel was still, and paler than ever. No sparks played around him, and his necklace and bracelet lay by his phone, which was wrapped up in his shirt. A long line cut his body in two on his back, and three letters were carved into his side. "T. O. R."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 6, 2010 22:16:19 GMT -8
Vergil's Lapis lazuli mermaid's tail slapped against the moist, sandy shore in frustration, catching the scars in his eyes as he turned his friend onto his back. He tilted Mykel's head back and listened for breathing.
His father taught him the basics of CPR monthly and his mother reinforced them as often as she could with drills should he ever need them one day; tonight, he was thankful to know them by heart. He was begging for him to be okay in his core, Die Wässrige Eine cooing in the background.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 6, 2010 22:20:18 GMT -8
His breathing was shallow and harsh, watery. The water running off his face was a mix of ocean water, and his own tears. What if this killed him? At least he'd see Trystehn again. His fingers twitched at the thought, though he didn't register the motion.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 6, 2010 22:25:53 GMT -8
Vergil found the center the best way he knew and hoped he wasn't pressing down on the xyphoid process or god knows he'd have a death on his hands. He breathed shakily and gathered his nerves before confidently starting to perform CPR on Mykel. It was different with a real person, the dummy experience was nothing like this, but he hoped it still resulted in saving a life or at least getting the water out of his lungs.
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