always{r e a c h}too__high;; Dimitri

[Lelaina Bellamour]

The hurricane hadn't just begun, no, no, not even close -- it was in full swing, wreaking havoc with every breath, enjoying this game of cat-and-mouse with far too much pleasure for something unemotional and made of heavy winds and heavy rain. It destroyed the very beach that the student's loved; digging it's claws deep and making grooves that waves filled up: the water levels were rising rapidly -- and soon, yes, so soon, it was going to ride and swallow the island. They thought they knew storms? Little did these people know, these filthy, ugly animals know what the truth of the hurricane was: it was here to destroy them, to exterminate the ugly thing they did here. To break the rules --- form is dead, yes, yes, let the form die and break free.

So clouds formed and coalesced, puking out more clouds as if their reproduction was done among the thunder and lightning; as if the rain which was on the verge of falling, was going to drown every pretty little face here. It was a terrible thought, perhaps, but Lelaina was in a daring mood; her lips were puckered as she made faces at the ocean, at the wind which pulled at her jersey. She was sitting at the very edges of the beach, bare feet digging into the sand, hot air scalding where it sliced against her skin; a soccer ball was in between her legs, filthy and beat up, reminiscent of many beach nights. This was no beach night it had ever witnessed, but nestled between the shapely legs of it's owner, there was no doubt it felt some relief. Lelaina, however, was simply agitated and restless: how many days had she been here? How many hours? They forced her from her home, forced her to take classes she didn't want to take for a year -- only to go home for a few days.

She comes back, and there is this giant storm wreaking chaos along t he only place she loved here. The school could be destroyed...but the beach? What did the beach ever do? With a heavy sigh, tilting her head back, the spiky haired girl suddenly rose from her sitting position, wind slipping under her jersey and poofing it out like a balloon. She grinned a little, tickled by the touch of it, but she was fearless where others were circumspect; she was here, staring down this stupid storm while others huddled in the cafeteria, too afraid to leave for fear of flying away. If she had had a surfing board, she would have tried surfing -- the waves were reaching up to fifteen feet high, and though they weren't the highest she's ever witnessed, Lelaina was naturally athletic enough to want to try something as precarious as that. She didn't fear drowning, hah, hah.

Without a care in the world, she lifted her foot, propping it up on the soccer ball, hands in her pockets as she shrugged her shoulders to the side; this stupid, stupid storm. Messing up her life like it was important. Didn't it know what it was dealing with? Lelaina didn't sit back and let anything put her behind schedule; ambition and hard-core about it, she twitched her foot back, rolling the ball with her to kick it up and catching it in the upper curve of ankle and leg. The wind fought her for dominance, slipping over the ball and pushing it over, but she jumped a little on one foot, trying to keep balance. Let it do it's worst --- and the wind came and hurled the ball into the back beyond the beach and it's sand. Cursing, ran her fingers through her spiky black hair, her eyes slashing to the side to look at the water; it didn't look that dangerous.....

Lelaina sulked, shoulders hunched as she stared at the water coming closer and closer, egging her on, it seemed. With a snort, she suddenly launched into action, her fingers pulling at her jersey, letting the wind rip it from her hand and flinging it into the rattling branches of the tropical trees adorning the edge of the beach. Running forward she shoved her basketball shorts down, leaving them in the sand and wind, as she ran into the water gushing over her feet. She laughed, then, and threw herself forward, fingers digging into the sand and flipping her forward onto her feet again; Lela landed deep into the water as it gushed and surged angrily about her.

The currents were strong -- too strong, but she let it pull her this way and that, swimming as if she were on vacation; with her head tilted back, her eyes on the giant waves coming and going. Kicking with her legs, feeling the exertion as her muscles tried to keep her afloat, she felt the monster moving inside of her, wanting to be free: feeling the first touch of hatred, and spite, Lela shut down the creature, forbidding it from coming out as she floated and swirled and danced among the shifting, angry waves.

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word count;; 852
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OOc;; Debut post for Lelaina<3 and it's during a storm. >>' yay.

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

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It was a lovely day out today. Lovely in comparison to the last few. This damned hurricane was making his life hell. He'd taken his pleasures in running around this island unscathed. He did what he wanted, when he pleased. With all this wind and rain, it was causing hell on his plans. Many places were closed down in waiting for this storm to pass. Those that weren't were packed full of panicking pansies that wouldn't leave unless some form of a God came down and removed them.

He chuckles as he looks down at the tattoo adorning his left arm. Ra, Osiris, K'thulu, someone come down from a form of the heavens and rip these people some common sense. It was a storm, yes, but as long as you kept a cool head, you'd probably be just fine. Then again, look at him. Wandering around the beach, on a day like today. He liked the beach, liked it for what it was worth. He liked the sun, liked the open space, liked to swim. What he didn't like were the assholes that always crowded him out of places like these. They made him sick, with their idiocy.

He stalked along the beach, uncaring of the whipping winds, not giving a damn about the waves as the cracked down upon the sands, spraying him each time they hit. He was soaked to the bone already, had been about 12 seconds after he'd stepped onto the sand. The constant drizzling of rain didn't help either, but it was the first wave that had made sure there wasn't an inch of dryness about him. He kicks up a pile of sand as he walks, stalking through the beach.

His train of thought is interrupted by the half rolling, half bouncing soccer ball that comes bounding his way. He steps in it's path, stopping the wind from taking it any farther. He picks up the dirty and battered ball, turning it over in his hands as he looks it over. The wind was whipping quite quickly today, so he wasn't sure if the ball was from someone near-by or if it had simply gone rogue and blown in from who knows where. He looks the ball over again, sniffing against the wind. He caught hints of a scent coming off the ball, but it wasn't easy with the wind whipping at his face.

Hmm...it was female, definitely female, a tinge of salt water, more so than just from the beach water. Some type of fish perhaps? A fish shift...that'd be interesting. Useless on land, so maybe they were in the water? Brave...or incredibly foolish. He shrugs it off a bit, scouring the sand, looking at the marks the ball had left when it hit the ground, leaving skidding marks in the sand. "Mmm...this way then.. " he mutters to himself as he heads over a dune, nearing the water.

A strong gust of wind causes him to stop, shielding his face from the sand whipping around. He growls a bit, waiting for the wind to die. He lowers his hand as it slows, not knowing it would kick back up so suddenly. He growls, staggering back for a second as he's hit square in the face by a discarded jersey. He peels the wet material off his face looking it over. His nose stung with sand and the scent now plastered on his face. Fishy yes, definitely something from the sea, but not quite a fish. The jersey was mid temperature, and crumpled, so it must have been recently discarded. Had it been here long, it would be frozen through and would be dirtier than hell having been here on this beach. It was still relatively clean, so it had to be someone who was still somewhere around her.

He looks down as his leg is assaulted next. He reaches down and peels a pair of basketball shorts from his calf. Hmm...basketball shorts...they looked like a men's pair of shorts, but the scent, vague as it was, was female. This got more and more curious. So he was either looking for a tomboy, or two semi to fully naked people. He hoped on just the one. A half naked woman was fine, but an anywhere close to naked boy was something he did not need to see. He shakes his head, clutching the clothing in his hand as he walks down around the water. He stops at an upturned trashcan and kicks it over.

He reaches down and empties the very small amount of trash out onto the sand. He rips the bag from the can, stuffing the clothing and the ball into the bag. He ties it off and then to a belt loop on his pants, so the clothes would be safe and maybe even dry out a bit. He storms through the wet, clinging sand, kicking it out of this way occasionally. He makes it to the edge of the beach, looking around for any signs of life. He scours the water, looking for anything that seemed to not blend in with the water.

There, for a brief second, was that something. He looks as the shape disappears, then re-appears a moment later. It moved, somewhat, splashed it seemed. It didn't seem to be just debris floating, but something alive and moving. He yells out, using as much air as he can muster into his lungs, doing what he can over the wind. "Hello!! Are you alright out there?! "

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OOC:Welcoming your debut, and hoping you have a good rp life, xD

[Lelaina Bellamour]

There was a certain power in denial; in taking away, in denying, in torturing -- she did it now, with relish, with pleasure, her eyes sparkling as the waves rose up high, higher than the sky, it seemed. They curled at the edges, sucking her up high, to mid-length where she kicked her feet up, floating amidst the chaos -- it curled, crashing into her body, twisting her body like a rag-doll, but she was a fan of this chaos, enjoying the curdled hatred that resonated in her very bones. Yes, the monster was aware of the water, aware of the rush of bubbles, the taste of salt. It was too warm, perhaps, for the antarctic creature, but Lelaina found satisfaction in proving to it once again that she was in control, and not it; no bestial thing would ever turn her from her destiny, from her path. She would do what she wanted, when she wanted, and no furry, blubbery thing will tell her how to do it.

It didn't matter that her hunger since the change had become voracious and almost impossible; it didn't matter that she found herself yearning for darker, colder water. She would not be controlled, not by this thing inside of her, this alien invasion which balked and twisted inside of her.

Winds were ineffective when she was surrounded by water -- her sense of smell was nothing spectacular to being with; his presence, this stranger, was not something she knew of. Completely unaware she pitched to the side, tumbling over her head amidst the curling waves only to emerge with a shout, laughing as the salt-water burned her eyes. Yes, she knew she shouldn't be doing this -- she should be away from here, dry, in her room, watching as the world turned grey, but the girl was too restless to be cooped up for long. She was simply too incomplete without motion. So she danced amidst the waters, she surged forward, dunked down, and rose back up -- all the while feeling the sickening twist of self-hatred inside of her. Yes, that monstrous thing hated her as much as she hated it, and it was fine with her as long as she was the one with the muzzle, as long as she had her hand on the leash, coiled about her hand. Nine hundred pounds meant nothing when you couldn't beat Lela's sense of willpower.

She was, without any help, ranked amongst the strongest people; in heart, in mind, and even, yes, and even in body. With pleasure she cast away those girly little likes and dislikes, threw away those senses of beauty and fully embraced her tomboyishness, fully holding onto the physical strength, the stench, the work -- so much so that this water, this chaos did not affect her. Finding her footing, she pushed her toes against the sand, bouncing forward, only to be pulled back by the waves; turning her eyes over her shoulder, she eyed the wave for the briefest moment before smiling, that wicked little smile of daring delight. Without another thought, without even thinking of the consequences, she turned around and swam. Swam like only those with those fishy-counterparts could ever swim: with force, with boldness, without fear and possessed of a unique strength. She scythed through the water, toward the curling wave, rising up, sucked through with the force of the current, near the stop -- then turned: the water crashed down behind her and the resulting surge made her nearly fly through the until the sand came hard against her knees.

Quickly, she rose to her feet, feeling the pull of the ocean about her thighs; bracing herself the water sprayed up like a halo around her back, forcing her hair forward over her eyes. Tilting her head back, finger running through her hair, she pushed it all back and squinted out into the obscured daylight. Was that really a boy staring in her direction? She grinned, and waved -- jogging forward in underwear and sports bra, her lips twisted in that endearing openness that sucked men and women right in. "Hey!" she shouted as she got closer, not realizing that he had called out to her before. "What are you doing here?"

Water trailed down her face, her hair all messy despite being soaked through; waves crashed against their legs, but it was nothing in comparison to what she had been feeling before. Clapping the boy on the shoulder, she grinned again, "Out for a swim?" She laughed, eyes falling to the bag he had; kicking it lightly with her foot, "Whatcha carryin'?"

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OOc;; haha, me too!

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

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There was a certain joy to feeling a breeze blowing across you. On a hot summer day, there was almost nothing better than a cool breeze filling you with relaxation. On a cold or cloudy day, it wasn't quite as enjoyable. On a beach, it tended to suck, because it will blow up the sand and get it everywhere you didn't want it to be. A breeze in the rain was the same way, taking that falling water and shoving it right at you. So you could imagine just how fun it was to stand on the beach on this cold, cloudy, sandy, windy ass day.

He stood there, eyes fixated on this moving shape in the water. He watched as it bent and thrashed around in the waves, showing more signs of life now. Much less floating, and now almost swimming, and churning the water around it. He watches as the shape disappears behind a wave, then under the water, only to reemerge a minute later. A series of large waves began to thrash and spill forward. He covers his face a bit, the waves crashing onto the shore, spewing sand up into his face yet again.

He shakes his head off, clearing his vision as he sees the waves churning the person forward. He backs up a bit, watching as the shape dives under the water and is gone. Suddenly the waves were cracking down on the beach, spraying up water and then expelling a human shaped lump of debris. Then the person was up, standing and looking at him. He cocks an eyebrow as the person begins walking towards him. He looks this person over, eyes scanning as they walk up to him.

Well chalk one up for good luck, it was just some half naked girl. Luckily no half naked men around, none that he could see anyway. He looks her over again, stifling a chuckle before it can surface. Then she was speaking, offering her a greeting. What was he doing here? Something far more sane than what she was doing, at least he thought so. She was smiling, that was...good. She didn't seem pissed off, which was preferable most of the time.

It did tweak his brain, at least a little bit, having her seem so...happy to just be standing practically naked before a stranger. It was amusing, that much was true. Then came her question, which he was planning on answering. That was before she'd decided to touch him. Luck and circumstance was on her side. True enough he didn't know her, didn't know how she'd react, but had she been a man, or even an annoying girl, this touching of him would most likely result in a trip into the sand for her. However, she wasn't male, nor had she pissed him off just yet, and due to the sheer oddity of the storm, the day, and the....nakedness, he had to over look that fact.

He finds it a bit funny that she should be kicking the bag, seeing as how there was a soccer ball in the bag. A ball, he was guessing was hers. The clothing too, must have been hers, given the fact that she stood before him in nothing but underwear. He cracks a small smile, deciding he'd rather have some fun than just be straight-forward with this girl. He taps her hand softly before gently removing it from his shoulder. "Well, it's nice to see someone else I do suppose. "

He tilts his head a bit, looking her over once again. "Well I was bored, so i figured I'd just take a walk. I'm not like the rest of these people, I guess I'm more like you. I'm not afraid of the wind, or the rain. I'd rather not drown, you know, that'd put a damper on things, but I'll wander around, and I'll even swim. So... " he says, looking around a bit, before back at her. "What is it, exactly that you're doing out here, aside from carousing in the water? " He asks.

He looks down at the bag he's carrying and swings it back and forth for a minute. "Oh and this? It's nothing. Just some of my things I was carrying, when it started to pour I put them in here so they'd stay dry." He cocks an eyebrow at her, his grin resurfacing. "One more question...what possessed you to come out... " He waves his finger around at her, circling her body, and the lack of clothes on it. "..like that? "

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Tags: the now naked, miss Lela xDOC

OOC: hehe, i'm sure you will

[Lelaina Bellamour]

It wasn't all that strange was it? Her desire to be out in the world couldn't be contained by fear, by stupidity, or even that little bit of self-awareness. She had a role to play, yes, yes, this nasty little role, this girl-good role with her head held up, and her eyes all wide and sparkly. There was no way around it, no way to let go of this life she had struggled so hard to hold onto: she wouldn't let it go, no, not yet, not ever. The seal could squirm and kick a fit, but Lelaina had the ability to shut it down: so strong was her own resentment, it had no power over her. She grinned, she laughed, she swam and it could not raise it's spotted, ugly head. It couldn't look at her with it's lurid black eyes and see into her soul.

It was the prisoner inside of her, shackled so hard it was going to drown soon and she didn't care. There was this role, this little act that must turn her lips up in a honest, insincere smile. She must grin, as if there were no other thoughts in her head but that smile, that joy, that little bit of nothingness. Lela smiles at him, though she notices the tensing; she does not act on the impulse. Instead, she ignores it, her gaze tipped back slightly, watching him with that stupid little grin on her face. Could she be so dense? Yes, yes, be drawn in by the lies.

Lelaina runs her fingers through her hair, her elbows raised up high as she tilts it all out of her face. Well I was bored, so i figured I'd just take a walk. I'm not like the rest of these people, I guess I'm more like you. I'm not afraid of the wind, or the rain. I'd rather not drown, you know, that'd put a damper on things, but I'll wander around, and I'll even swim. So...

[/b] She can't hold it in: she laughs. What is it, exactly that you're doing out here, aside from carousing in the water?Oh and this? It's nothing. Just some of my things I was carrying, when it started to pour I put them in here so they'd stay dry. One more question...what possessed you to come out... like that?

The girl pauses, a look of confusion on her face. "Like what?" she asks, her eyebrows drawing close together as she pulls at her lip with her tooth. What could he be talking about? Fingers unknotting her hair, she ruffles it herself as takes a playful step to the side, making the water churn about her shoe-less feet.

Then she remembers. "Fuck! My ball!" she hisses between her teeth, her eyes going sad, imitating those naive little girls; yes, this was easy, too easy to fall into. It didn't matter what happened -- she had to play the victim, first and foremost, always the victim. Always the one who couldn't fight, always the one who didn't like frills and sprinkles and pink cupcakes. It didn't matter, she knew -- it didn't matter what went on through her head as long as there was something for them to see. They saw the curves of her boyish face, saw the competitiveness in the curl of her lips when she grins... they could see all of these things and it didn't matter at all what went on underneath.

Fingers knotting in her hair --yes, yes, this very favorite pose for her, showing off her muscles, showing off her boyishness. So accurate this touch of fingers on her hair, so calculated. But it is without thought that these actions are put into place, it is without emotion that these falsifications are made real. She whirls toward him, "Have you seen it? A soccer ball?" she spits to the side, kicking at the water in frustration. "Damn it all to hell, I can't believe I fucking forgot it. I mean, seriously, how can you forget something so important?" she shrugs her narrow shoulders, tilting her head back, eyes slipping to the side to look at him.

But she knew. The feel of the soccer ball against her foot was something she held in her memories, etched deeper than muscle: she knew the way a ball would react to her foot, the way it would feel when she pushed it against her own strength. He had it. Would he give it up? "Dammit all" Lelaina splashes around a little. "Since you're bored, you mind helping me find it?" and she waves at the chaos around them, the wind pushing at her as strongly as the waves. She was without clothes, oh...right. "And my clothes." she laughs then, combing fingers through hair. Right, clothes too.
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tags;; Dimitri
OOc;; skidoosh. She's actually very fun to rp XD

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

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[/i], wasn't like she was hurting anyone with it, aside from maybe herself. It still got to him, it bothered him that she seemed to be...faking being nice. It got under his skin more than he thought it would.

He decided on focusing on the game he wanted to play. That was how he would try to keep his mind off his other thoughts. He needed some way to keep her guessing and keep her things from her, at least for a little while. "Sure. Why not? I'll help you find your things. " He pretends to look around for her things, craning his neck as he looks around a bit. He looks back at her. "Can you..describe your things for me? what they look like, what color? so we can find them easier. " He gestures past her, bowing a bit. "Shall we look in this direction? After you " he says, motioning her to go ahead of him.

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Notations: Lol he's like "hmmmm."
Credit: To Shaggy!
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[Lelaina Bellamour]

There were so many thoughts going on through his head as he watched her, judged her, sought to undo a mask that had bee melded together to her face. There was almost no difference, now, not at all between the Lelaina that smiled and laughed and kicked at the sand, and the one that knew these were the things that others wanted to see. She was without personality, almost, almost, but for that little spark, that little bit of mischief that was all her own. He could sense it, no doubt ---- but Lela only found a certain amusement in the hunt, in the way he dug into her with his thoughts, with the way he judged her.

Should she dance for his pleasure? She smiles, flashing those pale white teeth between her thin lips; she is happy, yes, yes, always happy, always smiling. There is a boundless energy that keeps her running, a motor that ceaseless churns out her idiocy, her little play. This is the role, this is the way it has to be --- there is nothing inside of her heart of regret. There is only Lelaina, ambitious, too clever Lelaina.

He swings the bag around, but she is too immersed in the play to watch him, to judge him as harshly as she is being judged; but his eyes feel hot on her body. She does not notice it, of course, of course. She did not feel the touch of his eyes on her skin, did not know that he was thinking of her as his eyes slipped over her arms and her shoulders, as they dipped down -- yes, yes, she was almost naked before him, but her role was of naivety, of a tomboy too in love with the adrenaline to remember she had girl-parts that shouldn't be seen. So she jumps forward a little, slushing through the water as he regards her, as her words fade into silence. The ball, as they say, was in his court and she was simply the spectator hoping it would be sent to her.

There is a harsh squirming inside of her as the beast, that awful thing, tries to come out, to scent the prey before it; it knows, hungrily, that there is food nearby, that there is something here so sweet and tantalizing. She eyes him sidelong, the hunger voracious and terrible, gnawing at the emptiness in her belly; when did she last eat? How long since she had scarfed down her hated cafeteria food as if it were the most divine thing she had ever had crossing her tongue? There is only a fleeting moment of temptation before Lela squishes it down with relish, punishing the beast inside of her, hating it with every single bit of loathing and resentment she can store in her heart. Sure. Why not? I'll help you find your things.

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He is an awful actor, but her smile is genuine, bright and shockingly sweet in her boyish features. Can you..describe your things for me? What they look like, what color? So we can find them easier. Shall we look in this direction? After you.[/i] -- she doesn't laugh, but it is there on the edges of her lips, a visible, tangible want that sizzles there; in the end she only grin and hops forward again, that energetic, untouched laugh seeming to morph into pure motion. She moves and speaks with her hands, making vague, almost unrelated gestures, "My soccer ball has to be around here somewhere, you know? It couldn't have been lifted up too high." she bites her lip, looking around. "At least, I hope not. I fucking love that thing." she runs her fingers through her hair again -- yes, yes that favorite motion, that habitual touch that stretches her out in the most pleasing way. "My shorts are black, and the jersey kinda..." she pauses as she heads further away from the crashing waves, toward the area in which she had initially be sitting with the ball between her legs. "grey and red. Big 05 on it, you know?"

Twirling around on her toes, she huffs and sits down on the sand, legs crossed in a pretzel as she tips back, looking up at the trees. "They were right here, last I checked."

Oh this delicious game; the seal was squirming, wanting to simply break out and gnaw on the edges of this tantalizing flesh, but that was simply part of the fun: not only diverting those suspicious thoughts, but averting t he seal's want. This, yes, this was what her life had become after the change. [/size][/color]
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tags;; Dimitri
OOc;; hello hello!

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[/b][/i] he takes his arm off as he walks off behind a large sand dune, hidden from her sight. " I think we'd be good friends."

He reaches into the bag, once he's sure she can't see him, he pulls out her shorts. He flips them right side in and the tosses them in the sand so they won't look as clean or dry. He pretends to pull them from the sand and goes jogging back over to her, waving them about. " Hey look, i found your shorts. Good luck huh?" he says, handing them over to her. He looks around, making a show again of pretending to search as he runs off a bit agian.

He pulls the jersey out, once he's out of sight again, and sticks it into the sand, burying it a bit. He looks around, standing at the spot as he waits for her to catch up. When she's in sight he makes a show of pulling the shirt free from the sand. "Look, i found the other one too. It must be your lucky day, I came along, huh? " he asks, with a cocky grin on his face. It was fun to play.



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Credit: To Shaggy!
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[Lelaina Bellamour]

It was her gift to always be comfortable no matter the situation -- there was nothing that slipped through her veins with unease; if he thought he was cocky, well... there had to be some sort of category where she could squirm into quite comfortably. It was almost laughable this little play she did from morning to night -- even in her sleep she dreamt of running after that soccer ball, of balancing it between her feet and running 'round in circles with it. There was something that just struck her heart at the game, that synchronized with her life. It didn't matter to her that boys never looked twice at her -- well, hah, she had to cough a little here 'cause to be perfectly honest it wasn't that they never looked. No, no she wouldn't have that at all -- it was that they didn't look at her the way they looked at other girls.

She was tough, she was strong -- Lelaina played the victim, but never the damsel. She was the brother in arms, the boy that ran along that just so happened to have tits; she didn't mind though. There was no confusion in her head -- no thwarted emotions. Hahaha, quite the opposite. Lelaina knew what she wanted and she followed the path that would bring them to her the fastest; so she indulged him with a smile of naivety: wide and trusting. It was more than an act -- this was life.

In life, she laughed, her eyes sparkling -- she wasn't just nice, she was someone worth protecting, someone who thought they could handle things, but really couldn't. She was the one who ran after the ball until bruises covered her skin because she wanted to be just as good as the boys. This is who she was, this bundle of energy that grinned at him when he put his arm around her -- her teeth flashed blunt and white. What was life without friendship, anyway? She needed someone to hang out with, someone who would play tricks with her -- talk with her, eat with her. There were so many options though! Lelaina couldn't keep them straight most of the time -- and it was perfect. In times like these, she could almost pretend she forgot she wasn't at home, that she wanted to be as far from this place as possible.

........that with a simple slip of the skin she could swim to the closest land fall and be free. But that wasn't how Lelaina worked. The girl didn't run away from anything, especially not a school who thought they could control her -- that thought they could keep her in line and have her follow a boring major, and flow into the normalcy of life. Lelaina was made for great things, and she wasn't about to let some school tell her otherwise.

So she played with him as he played with her -- a game that interwove and brought them closer and closer. He disappeared, and she, this darling little actress, with a twist in her mouth and a roll of her eye, picked the sand out from under her nails. The seal nudged at her again with those sad lipid eyes -- with a mental kick she shut the beast away, refusing to let it out; the monster deserved much more than that. Hey look, i found your shorts. Good luck huh?

[/i] With startling ease she jogs up to where his voice came, all signs of that revulsion completely erased from her face and from her heart: it was the trick to acting after all. If you believed it, it became real.

Lelaina reached out and snagged the shorts, sporting one of those giant smiles that lit up the angles of her face -- she ran her fingers through her hair, "Dude, you're saving my life!" she teases, jerking the sand out of the shorts, though they were soaked through; without a pause she slipped into them as he walked away again -- as she snorted laughter, almost tumbling to side as she hopped into the basketball shorts. So quickly? Not even a pause? Amused, she bruises the sand off of her crotch, refusing to chafe for such a stupid reason when his voice pitches up again: Look, I found the other one too. It must be your lucky day, I came along, huh?[/i] -- Again, she snatches it out of his hands, calling out as she slips it over her bra, shaking her hair out, "Now you just have to find my ball, huh?" and she tosses a laughing smile over her shoulder at him. "Come on, it has to be close around here, right? Then we can play, or," she teases, tugging on the bottom of the shirt to loosen some of the sand, though the rain was doing most of the work, "Do you not play?"
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tags;; Dimitri
OOC;; skidoosh

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[Dimitri Zhukov]

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[/b][/i] He searches a bit more before looking at her. What was that she said? "Play? Oh miss, I do indeed play. Some would say too much, but I say, what's a little fun in life, eh? " He grins at her as he pulls her ball out of the bag. " I did just so happen to come across, this, earlier." He says with a smirk.

He holds the ball, to his waist, a tight grip on it. "Now then, miss... " he says looking at her. He grins as he watches what her reaction will be. He rolls the ball around a bit, staring at her, gauging her reactions as he does, pulling the ball back against his hip. This would be interesting, and be fun. He hadn't had some fun like this in a while. " " ..the question becomes, what game is it, we're playing? "




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Tag: lela-maniac
Notations: Short, >.< sorry
Credit: To Shaggy!
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