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Post by Liam Burrow on Jul 9, 2010 10:44:21 GMT -4
Liam scowled as he stared up at the television. He was currently sitting on the floor with his sister's children who were delighted with the movie that they were watching. He rolled his eyes as the valient prince lifted his princess into the air, singing about never letting her fall. He turned to the side and looked at the smallest child who was holding her mouth open as she watched the winged prince frolick, privvy to song and dance and deftly avoiding the dangerous beetle and toad. The song was about to end when the front door open. Liam couldn't control himself and leapt to his feet, ignoring the two girls who were dancing together, arguing over who would be the princess. "Thank you so much for taking care of them, Liam." Lauren gushed gratefully, her husband pushing past him and into the living room to hug his two girls. "Yeah, yeah, Christopher fell asleep a while ago so I went ahead and put him in his crib. He hasn't made a sound since then." He said, waving a hand behind him. While Lauren fumbled around for money, Liam pushed his hand through his pocket, looking at his cell phone that had recieved a strange text, reminding him that there was a beach cook out that served as a small break during Summer Madness. He gave a small sigh, smiling down at his sister.
"Thanks." He said, pocketing the money and heading out the door. It was around 10 P.M. and he had been planning to get to the cook out pretty early. He strolled leisurely through the suburban area that his sister lived in. It was a nice place; he could never see ihmself living there. In fact, Liam could never really see that far past the moment that he was currently in. He pushed a thick hand through his hair and shook his head of thoughts for the future. His casual pace ended him up at the ferry around eleven P.M., the time for the last ferry of the night. After brief contact with the sailors of the ship, his identity was confirmed and he was allowed to sail over to his island. He stood on the edge of the ship, his arms braced on the rail as he looked between the two islands that he had been sailing between for the past three or so years. He leaned his head over, looking at the dark water that had partially been lit up by the bright lights of the ship. He looked at his blurry reflection in the water and then looked ahead at his home island, smiling slightly. Back to the place where his second form wasn't just a threat. There were other things in that school that could take him; it was different from the world of humans where be could take other people out in the blink of an eye. The lion inside of him roared; he could do whatever he wanted to anyone at the school. Liam knew better. And yet he pretended he didn't. Liam was in rare form, the one more conscience of the way he acted.
When the ferry reached his island, he was quick to get off and hustle back to his room. He changed out of his respectable clothes and into a pair of brown and black swim trunks (completely tacky, though he didn't know) and a bright yellow t-shirt so he would be able to be seen in the dark. His tanned skin contrasted disgustingly with the color of the shirt, though he didn't notice. He picked up the few things he would need and put them in a tacky purple fanny pack, a useful accessory (to the teenage boy who knew nothing past the fashionable accessories given to him by his mother, a reject from the 80's) for him to strap around his huge waist. He stretched out, spreading his arms out behind him and then moved out of his room, turning the light off. He headed down to the beach, his arms swinging at his sides and clutching a football in his left hand and a book in his other. When he got down to the beach, there were so many differnet things going on at once that Liam probably could have gotten whiplash from the different things he tried to look at. He looked at the area that was laid off for the casual part of the evening, with a bunch of towels laid out. He laid across one of the towels, opening his book in his lap and, using the light from a nearby torch, began to reread one of his favorite books: An Introduction to Physics.
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