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WALKS ON THE BEACH [lyle] | FREE FALLING (A PKMN RP)
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Post by cassandra white on Dec 10, 2014 0:02:53 GMT
SILLY LOVE SONGS MAKE ME SO SICK
COULDN'T STAND THEM NOW THEY ALL CLICK
Cassandra loved everything about the beach, from the smell of sea salt, to grain between her toes, even the way the wind blew her hair into her face. It was calming, even quiet, especially for the unnaturally warm autumn weather. Despite the temperature, no one Cassandra passed dared step foot into the chilly ocean water.
She held her shoes in her hands as she walked, staring up at the sky. Pretending she didn't have a thousand different assignments for school waiting for her back in her dorm. Truthfully, she'd booked it to the train station the second her class ended at twelve to make it to the beach before the sun set, as if she didn't have any homework due next class. Since starting college, Cassandra found a skill in acting like her homework didn't exist at all.
The sun was finally starting to set. Reds, golds, and blues all mixed together like the watercolors she played with as a child. Cassandra couldn't help smiling, reminiscing her childhood briefly. Who would have thought how much she'd change in eighteen years, from a shy tomboy to confident young lady. At least she could differentiate between what looked fashionable and what did not.
Cassandra breathed out and paused to dig her toes into the sand and stare out at the ocean quietly, watching the colors of the sky reflect off the water.
Post by lyle baudelaire on Dec 10, 2014 4:10:59 GMT
I WANNA HUG YOU, YOU WANNA WRAP
YOUR HANDS AROUND MY NECK
Everyone knew mid-autumn was the best season for photography. The colors were warm and saturated and it wasn't yet cold enough to pile on fifty layers for warmth. It was the best kind of weather to take advantage of, in Lyle's opinion; especially on days like this where he could walk down the beach, camera in hand, wearing nothing but jeans and a short sleeved shirt. He even rolled up his pant legs a few times to let the tide hit his feet as he walked. He snapped a few pictures of sea shells and scenery here and there, sometimes a seagull when they paused long enough.
He let his camera thump against his chest as he reached upwards towards the sky, stretching his arms and his back. He had taken full advantage of the day in all its beauty and skipped his all his classes. He had high enough grades that it wouldn't matter anyway. He ran his finger along the side of his camera, trying to come up with a new composition. He looked around, waiting for something interesting, when he happened upon the most curious thing.
A girl with long blonde hair covered by a large floppy hat wandering in his direction. His burgundy eyes narrowed in excitement as he watched her get closer before stopping not too far from him. Lyle wondered how caught up in her thoughts she must have been to not notice his presence. Of course, he knew exactly who she was. Cassandra White. A freshman at Atlaea University. He first met her in the school library frantically studying for a test and was immediately drawn to her. To think she, too, would be wandering the beach on a day like this.
"Oho, look who's skipping class" Lyle called out, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, "I didn't peg you as the type," he walked forward and raised his camera, watching her through the viewing lens. He stuck his tongue out both cheekily and in concentration as he fidgeted with the lighting filter.
I HATE YOU, I REALLY HATE YOU. SO MUCH I THINK IT MUST BE
Post by cassandra white on Dec 10, 2014 6:43:16 GMT
SILLY LOVE SONGS MAKE ME SO SICK
COULDN'T STAND THEM NOW THEY ALL CLICK
The best thing about the beach was getting lost in thought. Especially on days where it was virtually empty, when Cassandra could walk across the sand she used to play in as a child, sometimes going back to those days and pretending she was five again, pouring a bucket of wet sand on her brother's head. But her thoughts were clouded today; there was something on her mind that absolutely shouldn't be. Her brow furrowed slightly at the realization of what - rather, who - it was.
That stupid electric-type. She could still feel the faint shocks on her arm from the last time he pranked her with his static-y touch. As if he'd been rubbing fuzzy woolen socks all over a carpet for hours, but it was all just his inner electrical energy. It made her so mad. And not just that; everything about him made her mad. And the worst part was she didn't even hate him!
As much of a horny douche as he may be, Lyle was actually nice to her. He'd been one of the first upperclassmen to acknowledge her during her first week at the university, and for Cassandra, that was big. Of course, he was rather crude with his conversation, and he was far too invested in women's chests, but somehow, Cassandra found it amusing. He was honest at the very least.
She jumped in surprise at the sound of someone calling out to her. "Speak of the devil," she muttered under her breath. Had she expected Lyle to show up on Fire Beach today, she would have made absolute certain to be on the opposite side of the island. She smoothed her shirt down and ran her hand through her windswept hair in attempt to look at all more presentable for the boy in front of her. Still, she rolled her eyes at the dark-haired boy and scoffed, "Do you even know me well enough to peg me as anything?"
Cassandra continued without waiting for a response, "I don't have afternoon classes today." she explained, fidgeting at the sight of the camera. God forbid Lyle take a picture of her zoning out on the beach. She wouldn't forgive him. "Can't say the same for you, though," she retorted, waving an arm in his direction.
Post by lyle baudelaire on Dec 11, 2014 3:47:47 GMT
I WANNA HUG YOU, YOU WANNA WRAP
YOUR HANDS AROUND MY NECK
He snapped the picture and smiled, lowering the camera to see the picture preview; it was a nice picture. Cassie looked damn good standing in front of him (not that she didn't any other time). Lyle could feel his face soften as he stared at the picture, almost forgetting the girl in front of her. He looked back up when he heard her voice.
"Do you even know me well enough to peg me as anything?"
Lyle opened his mouth to respond, but she continued talking over him. He shrugged his shoulders. So Cassandra wasn't skipping class after all. It made sense, she wasn't exactly the smartest out there (and didn't get the grades to warrant a free skip like Lyle), but she was determined to do well. That was something Lyle liked about the blonde. He dropped his camera once more and smirked, "I'm not in danger of failing all my classes" he accused, walking closer to Casandra and side-eyeing her, "Besides, it's too nice to sit inside all day,"
A gust of wind picked up, Lyle raised his arms out at his sides and closed his eyes, letting the wind tousle his hair and clothes. "See?" He peeked one eye open to check Cassandra's reaction.
I HATE YOU, I REALLY HATE YOU. SO MUCH I THINK IT MUST BE
Post by cassandra white on Dec 16, 2014 5:47:14 GMT
SILLY LOVE SONGS MAKE ME SO SICK
COULDN'T STAND THEM NOW THEY ALL CLICK
Cassandra's eyes flew open as when she heard the shutter of the camera. She turned on her heel slowly until she faced Lyle. She could feel a low growl rise in her throat, reserved only for when she was blind with fury.
She lunged wildly at the dark-haired teenager, not paying much attention to her surroundings or the seashell that dug its way into her heel as she flew forward. "Give me that camera," she hissed angrily. She grabbed blindly at the air hoping to catch either the camera or its strap in a strong enough hold to pull it away from Lyle. "You had no right to take a picture of me, no right," she screeched.
Her face was flushed with the realization of how close she was to the other boy - not that it mattered, her pride was on the line, and if that picture managed to end up on FaceBook or any other social media site, it was safe to say Lyle could bid goodbye to his rod and beans.
It wasn't even that she was unattractive or self-conscious, but there was no way she'd allow a candid photo like that. Especially from Lyle - god only knew what he'd do with the footage when he was alone. Cassandra let her rage die down slightly, taking deep breaths as she did so. She made sure her face was as far from resembling a tomato as it possibly could before she looked back up at Lyle.
And then he made the crack about not being in danger of failing. He was just dying to get beat up by the small blonde, wasn't he? Cassandra lunged at him again, this time allowing her feet to lift fully from the sand below her as she tackled into the dark-haired male. "Who said... I was.. in danger of... failing anything... butthole?" she swung weak punches at his body as she enunciated every few words.
