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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 21:13:27 GMT
The grainy sand crawled into the confines between his toes. Minho was holding his slippers in one hand, having them dangle on his index and middle fingers, swinging them like the steady pendulum of a grandfather clock. An earpiece was plugged into his right ear, and the sound of the waves lapping onto the beach filled his left. The clear waters were cool, coming up to his ankles, and washed away the sand that collected on his feet for a single moment before they collected again by the movement of his feet. He pressed his lips together, raking a hand through his windswept hair, tousled by the salty sea breeze that soothed his bare skin. Dressed in khaki shorts and a fleece sweater, he had decided that today was going to be another one of those days where he did nothing but be lazy. It was his kind of day. Something made him look down—perhaps he thought some seaweed brushed against his thin ankles, or maybe he had stepped on a rock. But when he looked down to find an orange crab crawling and snipping at his heels, he jumped. Immediately, the world shot up from under him as he tumbled to the waters below. Suddenly, they were freezing cold and shocked his skin. He yelped, backing away from the crab that was already on its way, as if it hadn’t even noticed the boy that was startled by its sudden appearance. NESSA MARTINELLI
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 22:13:36 GMT
| There wasn't much she'd had planned that day. The sun was out and nobody was in the house to play with, so what better place was there to spend her time at than the beach?
So, with a Popsicle in hand and sunglasses settled on her nose, Nessa set out for the sand and the surf. She checked out the sea life and silently judged the other patrons, while her lips were stained strawberry and juice dripped down to her fingers. She licked it up, eyes resting upon a familiar face. It took a few moments to recognize Oliver, looking awfully content ankle-deep in water. She might have gone to interrupt him, had something else not done it for her. The crab made him fall, and she kept a straight face for a millisecond before bursting into laughter.
Slowly the blonde made her way to Oliver, her giggles slowing her down. She stopped where it was still dry, pointing at him with her non-sticky hand. "Nice move, Parsnip." That was all she managed to get out before going into a another fit of laughing again, hunched down and holding her side.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 16:15:04 GMT
A familiar, tinkling laughter pierced through the air. It was girly and a little cruel—just like a typical high-school girl. And it made Minho’s gut twist. Closing his eyes, his sight filled with the dark and bright red glare of the sun, blinding him in a way that he didn’t understand. He was wrestling with a thousand warring thoughts in his head, but one rose to the surface, shrieking louder than the others. He knew that laugh. It was the reason why he closed his eyes in the first place. He rolled to lie on his stomach, soaking in the water that froze his bones. He was soaked, so he decided to be thorough. One hand came up, hovering in the air, and then fell. Scores of water leaped from the clear blue calm that he drowned his face in. Oh, that’s right. In a burst of adrenaline, he rolled back onto his back, and gasped for air, feeling stupid for forgetting to breathe. He was just giving the blonde more ammunition, and he beat himself up about it. “You. Saw. Nothing,” he said, burying his shamed face in saturated hands. He could taste the salt on his tongue. NESSA MARTINELLI
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 18:37:13 GMT
| "Oh, on the contrary, I saw it all!" Nessa snickered, after observing his rolling around in the tide. The sight of him being sandy, soaked, and utterly embarrassed did nothing to stop her round of laughter.
Nonetheless, it did subside when he didn't get up, and Nessa then had a smug look on her face and a hand on her hip, Popsicle held out to the side while it dripped and clumped on the sand.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of a little crab." She says, nodding to the direction it had hobbled off to. "I mean, they taste great."
She only just noticed how his sweater now clung to his torso, soaked as it was, and became mildly horrified at herself. Ignoring that train of thought, she picked up a stray slipper with her pinkie finger. "You're gonna need some new shoes." She taunted, waving it away from her body.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2013 1:49:03 GMT
Minho’s brow twitched in annoyance. This girl would never let him hear the end of this, he was certain. He knew her well enough to realize this. “Nothing happened,” said Minho between clenched teeth. The end of his words almost rolled into incoherency, bordering a low growl. “And I’m not scared of crabs. It just surprised me. God—quit it, will you?!”He extracted himself from the frigid waters. His sweater clung to his trembling skin, and one of his slippers was missing, and everything just felt wrong. The sound of Nessa’s laughter rang in his mind, inducing a dull throb behind his left eye. He pressed two fingers to it as he glared at the laughing princess. He noticed his slipper. “And give that back.” With a sudden leap, he sprang toward Nessa, hands outstretched. If only he’d taken into account of the crab that had crawled its way back into the picture. At the sight of it, Minho faltered mid-dive, missing the slipper entirely and grabbing a hold of Nessa’s thin wrist with a wet grip. He yelped, jumping backwards—bringing Nessa with him. Back into the waters. NESSA MARTINELLI
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 14:50:27 GMT
| "Are you suuure?" Nessa drawled. She might have gone and picked up the crab; waved it near his face, but that meant going out of her way, and she didn't want to leave the pretty scene for a second.
Still the slipper swung from her hand outward, as if she might let it drop back into the surf. Then he leaped, obviously grabbing for it, but missed and grabbed something else entirely. She was pulled back into the salty waters with him, and before she knew it, she was soaked too.
There was a bit of a scramble while Nessa fought to sit up, eventually resulting in a very uncomfortable state. Sand slung to her legs and arms, her clothes were wet in all the wrong places, and her hair dripped limply. It all added to her shifting mood, eyes settling into a glare upon the one that has pulled her in.
"I'm soaked." She said, matter-of-factly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 0:59:13 GMT
 The two children were shocked into stillness, they themselves frozen in time while the world continued on without them. Minho was propped up by his elbows that dug into the moving sand beneath him, swirling as though sentient. Nessa was sitting upright, awkwardly positioned as the horror began to seep into her skin—and her clothes and her hair. As Nessa’s mood began to darken, Minho began to shake with silent laughter. And when the girl spoke, it was like the ticking time-bomb nestled in Minho’s throat exploded into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Tears pricked the corners of Minho’s eyes. He rolled with the waves. When he finally found it in himself to sit up and acknowledge the girl, a bark of laughter escaped his lips when he tried to speak, which set him off once more. It took a few seconds for the laughter to dwindle into wheezy breaths. This is what life is about. He hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. “I,” he started, gathering the scraps of calm that had barely stayed with him, “am not sorry.”He snickered. “Now the princess has salt water in her hair. What ever will we do?”NESSA MARTINELLI |
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