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Post by Luke Bowers on Jun 10, 2010 1:24:54 GMT -4
* LUKE ( OLIVER ) BOWERS ,
Most people didn’t know just how fun it was to be at the beach at night. The water actually looked scarier at night, because it was so dark. The water blended in with the night time sky. It wasn’t completely dark at this time, but it was getting there. Luke had wanted to be alone at the moment. He wanted to be away from the large crowds and the parties. Not because he was depressed, but because he just wanted to listen to the silence. It was ironic really. Could you actually hear silence? He had walked down to the beach, and it had been about an hour since he had decided to get away from everyone. He had almost started that way, until he remembered something that he still had with him.
He had some balloons in his pocket that he had left there from awhile back. For some reason he found it entertaining to start blowing one up and then letting the air out, rather than tying them. Besides, they only made a mess that way. They took a long time to deflate unless someone popped them. He had plenty more back in his room, so he had decided to use these for something else. He took his balloons and turned them from regular balloons to water balloons. Now there was something useful. After gathering them into his arms, he started for the trees. Luke laid the balloons on the grass and then picked one up. He picked a tree a good distance away and threw the balloon at it.
It hit its mark, but he missed the second time and had to go chasing after it. On his way back, he could hear music coming from the Erosion Night Club. He didn’t think their music was that loud, but for some reason they wanted the whole island to hear it tonight. Luke picked up another balloon and started juggling the two as he listened to the music. It almost sounded like fun to go up and join them, but half of him was still against it. He didn’t know why; parties were cool. They cured boredom that was for sure. Then again, he wasn’t really bored. He had just wanted some quiet time.
“If only there was some way to get these balloons to the Night Club. And, of course, some way to throw the balloons at them without getting caught.”
Luke let the idea toss around in his head for a moment before dismissing it. There were ten different water balloons, which made it harder to carry that plan out. Then again, I could get rid of all but three or four and use those.” That would take care of that part of the plan. But if he didn’t leave in time, he could have some people chasing after him. What would he do about that? As he continued to think about that, he threw another balloon.
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Post by shaggy on Jun 10, 2010 2:01:21 GMT -4
Grains of sand edged their way into the bottoms of her flipflops as she spun lightly on her feet. Her hips shook, and her arms went up high. Everything is going to be alright. She nodded her head, and bumped her hip into the side of the car. It was a cool evening, but she had still taken to a bikini, just in case she decided to take a dip into the ocean. No more going in her skivvies near school property, not after what had happened the other night. She could only smile at the predicament, but nonetheless, it had been quite alarming. Professionalism still had to be remotely held, right? You say you wanna Revolution, well, you know? We all want to change the world. The door slammed with a second hip bump, and she hung the beach purse at her side, allowing it to slide down next to her. With a quick flip of the wrist she clicked the doors unlocked, and wiggled her way towards the back of her car. She quietly got out the different sized buckets. Each piled into the other with the largest on the bottom she placed her purse within, quickly locking her doors and tossing the keys into the bottom. A few shovels located inside, and the cherry on top within was the stuffed Godzilla. It was about 3 feet tall, at which would be the height of the skyscrapers, if only a few inches shorter, or even taller depending on how she decided to do so.
She had made all her plans, mostly mentally. Everything had been scaled to size in mind, and though she was sure this was only going to be some silly game, she decided it would be worth the few hours of getting it ready. It would be far from perfect, but it would be a good little outlet. Her own way of destroying a whole city without actually getting in trouble for it. Her own way to lash out from anything scandalous that had been bugging her in the back of her mind. Like that call from her mother. Or those critics that had attacked her book once again as she had let out the beginning of her series. She scrunched up her nose and moved slowly down the steps that led towards the ocean. There was the soft scent of salt and brine. It was a beautiful scent all on it's own that might have easily calmed the mind. It was as if it was a dream of it's own. A soft breeze that was escalated by the moon as it brought the waves to a low tide. They brushed against the sand, going back and forth in minute intervals. She hadn't noticed the young man given that she had her earphones on at first sight, but she had caught attention as a splash of water. It hadn't been from the ocean given that she was still meters away from the highest tide.
She turned her eyes as the song changed on her player. She quickly pulled out the earphones, laying them over her shoulders. A small smile left her lips as she heard him speak. As if she hadn't been planning some kind of destruction herself, she looked towards him as-a-matter-o-factly.
“Well, If you're going to sneak inside, you're going to need a plan.”
She gave him a wink, letting her buckets fall into the soft sand in front of her. Her flipflops were quickly tossed off in front of her, her eyes back on the ocean.
“One might insist that throwing balloons at a night club is childish. Maybe even unheard of. I'm sure if they caught the person they might actually consider calling the police, but...” She turned her head, “Who is to say that society should have a pull on us so much? Who is to say that if society was different, that they might actually prefer having a water balloon fight than dancing on one another and drinking it up? Who is to say what is right and what is wrong when we are all so amazingly different that in reality there is no real right or wrong. In fact, reality itself is only a point of view.”
She scrunched up her nose, “Would you like to destroy something else? If we plan, then maybe we can also think about water-bombing the club.”
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Post by Luke Bowers on Jun 10, 2010 18:01:21 GMT -4
* LUKE ( OLIVER ) BOWERS ,
The fun wasn’t very far away from where he was now. Erosion Night Club. He didn’t really mind getting in trouble, so that wasn’t what was holding him back. However, Luke had learned that it wasn’t always smart to rush into without a little thinking first. Sometimes it made him a little impatient, though. It would be somewhat easy to throw the balloons at them and get out. But what was the fun in that? He wanted to see the reactions as well. That was the best part in his opinion. He couldn’t very well do that if he had to run away after throwing them, could he?
“Well, If you're going to sneak inside, you're going to need a plan.”
Luke looked up at the sound of the voice and found the source easily. He could make out her blond hair in the dark and noticed that she was indeed an older woman. It was just as likely that she was a teacher at the school, but there was a possibility she wasn’t too. But by the way she talked, she seemed somewhat interested in his idea. It wasn’t likely that she was going to try to set him up, just to get him in trouble. After all, she didn’t go down there knowing some boy would be there planning something. He couldn’t help but smile when she winked at him. Was she a fellow troublemaker? That was the usual term used, but he just considered it as having fun.
He was thrown off by her little “speech,” not exactly expecting something like that, but he realized she was right. Besides, throwing water balloons at people was more fun (and safer) than dancing and drinking.
“Well if that’s your way of thinking, then I think we should get along great.”
Sure, they had only just met. That probably wasn’t even the word for it. They hadn’t introduced themselves yet, but they might as well have if they shared the same views. Teacher or not, that almost guaranteed they would get along fine. He smirked at her question about destroying something else and possibly water-bombing the club.
“Destroy something else? I’m up for it. Do you have something in mind?”
He looked down at the balloons in his hand, still full of water, but they were somewhat light all the same. Well if he didn’t use them for the Night club, then he would have to finish them off somehow. Otherwise there was no point in just leaving them there. That was a waste. He put the balloons down and moved closer to her, holding out his hand.
“I’m Luke by the way.”
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Post by shaggy on Jun 12, 2010 21:31:23 GMT -4
There was that soft beat in the background. It wasn't the God awful sound that came eerily through the sea-scented airwaves, no, it was much closer. In fact, it was just at her shoulders at her headphones on a music player that she seemed to never have really turned off. The soft beat of Michael Jackson filled the air, and she could feel her hips instinctively moving. A quick sidestep in the sand, her toes wrapped around the sand as if that might give her more control. She nodded at him to the sound of the music, her hands quickly moving towards the player. The music came louder this time, though it wasn't too easily heard over the sounds of the small waves as it hit at low tide. Her hip shook gently, and there was a small bit on her lip as she motioned towards him as if she were telling him to join her.
Most people didn't.
But then again, he said they might get along, and with her little speil, didn't that mean there was the possibility that he wasn't too closely wound into that of society and it's beliefs. She gave him a big smile, her hand going up in the air, as she moved a hip bump towards the young man.
“Well...” She said with a grin upon her face. Her body continued to move as she felt the song come to an end. The last whispered “beat it” had come to an end, and her body suddenly went quiet, with all movements. She arched her head towards him, looking upon the young man. She didn't know teen culture too well, though she bet she would have back in the 70's or 80's. She knew the hair, and she knew the music. She knew the girls by name that had gotten pregnant her Senior year, and a couple during her Freshman year. She could probably even name the ugly styles of their clothes. But now, it was slightly different. They had so much more to deal with, and for some odd reason, she couldn't quite place his look. He wasn't a natural, blond, like she wasn't a natural redhead. But, she wasn't sure what people thought of the whole blond thing, and if it was a cry for “coolness”. She didn't think so.
He didn't give off that feel. In fact, he seemed much more “normal”, than the “popular.” He seemed to listen enough, like a lot of young people didn't seem to do as of late. She nodded at him, putting her hand forward. She didn't expect to shake his hand, but instead to read it once she had it in her own palm. Not that she could really read palms, but it gave way as a good way to get to know someone. Whether he cleaned his nails. If they were glossed or bitten or even well taken care of. It said a lot about a person.
“Dr. Oz.” She winked at him.
Her hand stood steadily in front of her, and she brought her eyes towards the buckets that she had brought with her. Three different squared buckets, each with a handle that could easily be detached. There were small tools within them that would help with the "carving" process, or, with lack of technical terms, whatever an artist might consider it.
"Well, let me ask you. Say, destruction is in our genes. That isn't to say, that it's literally written in code. But, if you look upon history, we destroy ourselves from within. Who is not to say, that we have a need to destroy? So, if society doesn't believe we should by law, even, not destroy, then why can't we make something. Even a small society, that we can destroy?"
She nodded her head towards the head of Godzilla sticking from outside the bucket, "Have you ever seen those old Godzilla movies, Luke?"
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Post by Luke Bowers on Jun 14, 2010 12:34:32 GMT -4
* LUKE ( OLIVER ) BOWERS ,
Luke watched her dance, but did not join at her invitation. He had said they would get along, but that didn’t mean he could trust her. That he would have to find out for himself. It was a risk. There was always a risk with people. But he didn’t have anybody else to talk to, or anything else to do, so what choice did he have? He watched her silently, dancing until the song came to an end. The song that had been playing, he didn’t recognize. It was probably not his type of music anyways, whatever that was.
“Dr. Oz.”
He smiled slightly as she held out her hand and he took it. Short, and he admitted a little strange to him, but he kind of liked it. It was something he didn’t think would be very hard for him to remember. That was, if he decided they would get along well enough that he had a reason to remember it. He supposed it was another case of being called Dr, but not actually being one, but he kind of liked it. She began to speak again, long like the lecture, but not really an actual lecture. It seemed most of what she said was spoken in paragraphs.
"Well, let me ask you. Say, destruction is in our genes. That isn't to say, that it's literally written in code. But, if you look upon history, we destroy ourselves from within. Who is not to say, that we have a need to destroy? So, if society doesn't believe we should by law, even, not destroy, then why can't we make something. Even a small society, that we can destroy?"
Luke laughed a little, wrapping his head around what she had just said. It did seem like humanity in general had a need to destroy. It didn’t matter what they were destroying, as long as there was something there to do it to. A small society.
“Society isn’t only against destroying. They’re apparently against us having fun too.”
A little fun was okay, as long as it fell within what they allowed you to do. Pranks were usually seen as bad. Doing anything off the list they had prepared was against the law. Wrong. There were too many rules in his opinion. Then again, it didn’t stop everybody. That’s why there was still crime in the world.
”Have you ever seen those old Godzilla movies, Luke?”
Luke looked down at the buckets she had in front of her and noticed the Godzilla. Well, it’s head at least. That was interesting. He couldn’t really play the movies in his head, but nodded anyways. He had seen them, even if he couldn’t remember them. He looked back up at her.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen them, but I have.” His eyes trailed to his water balloons and back. “So you want to make a…small society to destroy? Is that it?”tagged , Ozwords , 490lyrics , run this town - jay-zcredit , rora @ hos [/color][/center][/font] [Sorry this sucks. x.x] |
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Post by shaggy on Jun 24, 2010 21:30:13 GMT -4
  Oz saw that twinkle of recognition in his eyes. It wasn't the “Oh! Yes, I've seen that!” Kind, but the “I know where this is going” kind, and that excited her. It excited her to know that someone followed along with her train of thought, no matter how small, really. Yes, her plan was to make a society. She would plan the society verbally, and make the society as they both wished, and then as soon as the society was made, she would make her plan to destroy it with the deadly Godzilla, and from there, she would show him just how flawed all societies were. And, probably even reassure herself. She nodded at him and sat next to the buckets. She pulled the Godzilla out of the middle bucket and handed it towards him.
“We shall name him Major Disaster. Alright?”
There was a small smile upon her face as she pulled the small tools from within the buckets. Most were bought from an artistic store, while others were actually a kind of glue that would help keep them together long enough for them to have some fun. She pulled each bucket out and placed it in front of them.
“So, let's think of this as a lesson.” She looked towards him, taking a shovel. She slowly began to fill the largest of the buckets. As soon as she was done, she moved with a one of the extra buckets, filling it with water. She returned, taking care not to tip it anywhere near their little spot. She used the shovel to drizzle water over the bucket of sand she had filled before shooting a bit of the glue within the mixture. Adding more water, she mixed the sand mixture with her shovel until she was sure it was in good condition. Flattening it, she turned the bucket over, and before her was a tall square that stood before them.
“We're going to make a society. I'll let you decide what kind of society, and even what the name will be. Whose going to run it, and we'll design it. As soon as we're done, we're going to see how they react to Major Disaster.” She nodded at him and began to carve into the large block in front of her with the small art tools. She started at the bottom, starting with steps, using extra sand at the bottom to help. She then added the windows and the door. Not even close to being done, she moved one of the tools towards him.
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