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Post by Holly Burton on Jun 18, 2008 10:21:44 GMT -5
 HOLLY BURTONIt would be safe to say that one place Holly never really visited was the beach. This was probably because they had their own, small swimming pool, complete with a set of loungechairs, on their very own patio in their very own back yard. Or maybe she just never went because she hated the salt water, and the seaweed, and the sand. She hated how it got stuck between her toes. The only way she had found to get sand from her feet was to dip her toes in the water, but then when she walked back toward the path, more sand attached itself to her. It was a vicious circle, quite simply.
But today was different. For some reason, which she did not know, the first thought she had when she woke up, was that she should go to the beach and have a swim. And so, she got up at eleven, and decided not to bother having a shower, ate some breakfast and left the house. Because she was lazy, she decided to get her father to give her a lift round to the beach in the motorboat.
So, she hopped off the boat, dressed in a black bikini top & bottoms, a pair of white shorts, and black flipflops. Her hair was tied back (for a change) and pulled into a tight bun, so that it wouldn't get all wet in the sea. She'd also brought a book, in case she got bored & wanted to sunbathe. By now it was midday, and there was only a family, who happened to be neighbours of hers, on the beach. In the distance, she could see a man walking his dog. She should have brought Sasha.
Taking off her shorts to reveal her bikini bottoms and setting her stuff down on the sand, by some rocks, she walked slowly toward the water. The sun shown down on it, and it was calm, with slight waves coming in and touching her toes. The water was rather warm, but that wasn't surprising - it usually was. She first dipped her toes in, then walked deeper, until the water was to her hip. It was then that she felt the dribble of water hit the back of her neck, and turned round with an angry look on her face. She hadn't noticed someone come up behind her, and she hoped it was someone she knew, if they were going to be so rude as to splash her.. [sorry, it's a bad post. =\ Whoever posts back could probably be a friend of hers? Or a new friendship arises..not ready for any enemies just yet  ] |
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Post by Steve Hangleton on Jun 19, 2008 6:51:39 GMT -5
Steve had long since pulled of his beach sandals and wrapped them in his towel, which he stuffed in the large straw beach bag. The sand crept into shoes way to easily - the loose, warm white beachsand that covered the area between the sea and the vivid green grass of the park.
He had come down from Lower town, where he had just been sorting out a small disagreement he had with a non-paying customer who owed had owed him a hefty amount for some trout he had bought on credit a week earlier. The day hadn't even begun to draw to a close, but he decided to drop working for the rest of the day; his supply of fish had sold out and he wasn't in the mood to take a walk to his house in the Western suburb, hop onto his Motorboat and go fishing. Fishing was relaxing, but at the moment he was ever so slightly bored, and did not particularly need to relax - and it was much more fun when others came with. His cousin often did, and the two of them would spend enjoyable afternoons in his motorboat, laughing and enjoying refreshing drinks. (Beer for Steve, iced berry liquor for Poppy.) But now, apart from his beloved Ferret Collette, (who wasn't very good company while fishing) there was no one, as Poppy was spending the weekday working, like a proper good member of the working class. So he had taken the wad of notes he had forced out of his debted customer and crossed over to the southern sector, where (after purchasing a bottle of Ice Tea at the Island bar) trudged off to the beach.
He had his swimming trunks (as usual) on under his pants, so he pulled off the outer layer, as well as his shirt and got ready for a good swim. Suntan lotion? He checked but his bag was empty of it, so abandoning that idea, he pulled an indignant Collette (who had been sleeping) out of his beach bag, and stroked the Ferret's ears tenderly. She loved to swim, and now was an oppertunity to do so. The ferret balancing on his shoulder, he strolled towards the water, looking around him as he did so, carefull not to move to much so that Collete could stay comfortably perched. Not many people at all, he realised. Well, being a working day and all, it wasn't expected to be. But in an hour their lunch break would start, and often people liked to just buy an Ice Cream and sit on the beach a bit at that time. He noticed a young lady strolling into the water, and she looked mighty familiar. As he got closer, he saw that it wasn't her that was familiar but her swimming attire. He was sure one of his previous girls had had one like that. He decided not to bother her in her peacefull moment, but noticed Collette had other ideas. Her nose was pointed forward and her ears perked - she scrambled down Steve's arm, and with a slight bump, fell to the ground. The sand was slightly harder here, recently wetted and leaving clear footprints. Collette scampered forward, into the water, through several waves, and swam forward, heading four the female.
Christ, girl, what are you up to?
Steve muttered under his breath, referring to the ferret.
He ran after the creature, and obviously more capable of progressing quickly through the water, lunged forward for Collette, his hands closing around her mid section.
This wasn't without a large splash, which he realised as some water hit the girl's neck. She turned around, an annoyed look on her face.
"Awfully sorry, Miss. This creature's a right curius little thing, probably was chasing you to give you a little hello. Wern't you, Collette? Sorry bout the splash,"
he said in his heavy English accent, hoping that the frown would melt of her face.
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Post by Holly Burton on Jun 19, 2008 10:22:28 GMT -5
With animals being Holly's one true love, she immediately dropped her angered expression & relaxed her body. If a person had caused a splash, then she was angry, but if it was a cute little ferret, then she wasn't bothered..She smiled, rather weakly. She now felt rather self-conscious, however, as she knew her swimming costume was maybe a size or two too small on her. It was a rather tight fit, but what with it being a weekday, she hadn't expected to run into anyone.
"Oh. Well hello, Collette!"
She exclaimed in her sweet voice, with her southern irish accent. Her accent really was peculiar, because her father was originally from New York, so mixed with the irish came a few american sounding sounds. Even having lived on the Island for five years, she still hadn't dropped her old accent one bit.
"I guess it doesn't matter.."
She said, going kind of red in the face as she looked the guy in the eyes. She'd obviously overreacted; if your at the beach, your not likely to stay dry. She'd made a fuss over nothing. There was a bit of an awkward silence. What do you say after a meeting like that? She stood still for a moment, the water beating around her hips. She hesitated, before deciding she should introduce herself.
"I'm Holly,"
She said simply, forcing a smile, before looking down at the water around her. She hated salt water. She didn't even know why she came to the beach. She hated the beach. She smiled again at the Ferret. She'd always wanted one, even back in Ireland, but her mother had always said she'd not have a rat running about the house. Hardly a rat. Her mother also argued that a Ferret would not get on with the dog or the cat, but Hol felt that Sasha especially would enjoy the company, as the dog was often isolated by the Cat. The Cat was a bully. |
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Post by Steve Hangleton on Jun 26, 2008 11:35:57 GMT -5
"Oh. Well hello, Collette!"
This response pleased Steve. At least her anger had subsided, and she looked a great deal nicer, he had to admit. Her face showed a softer side as she greeted the Ferret. Grinning, Steve popped Collette back on to his shoulder, stopping any of her attempts to leap into the water to go and more closely investigate Holly. He grinned even more deeply when coming to the realisation that another Brit was standing in front of him. Irish, most certainly.
"I guess it doesn't matter.."
I'm glad that you think so. Most people - in fact, if you'd pardon me, most women - do tend to have a slightly less tolerant reaction to Collette.
The costume did look very familiar, he realised more and more. But a moment later it occured to him that casting too many glances at her Bikini might give her the wrong impression, seeing as it wasn't a very modestly-fitting one.
"I'm Holly,"
"Steve."
He returned her smile, a knowledgable grin on his face. A sweet girl, this one. Not a female plaything, like most of his silly obsessors who he played his charm on but ditched shortly after. He had abandoned his womanising for a while (maybe even two weeks)
Well, I feel I'm positively sinking here in the sand,
he said suddenly. It was in fact awkward, standing there knee deep in the water, talking.
Shall we perhaps move up on to dry land for a spell, chat a bit? And if you don't have plans, I would be honored if you could Join me for lunch. It's a bore to eat alone, see.
He wanted to see what she was like for a bit. No harm in that. And she liked Collette, so that was great. And he felt like slipping his shirt on.
He slowly moved upwards to the shallower waters, in the direction of dry land.
So do you have any Pets yourself, Holly?
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Post by wowposter on Sept 28, 2008 4:44:34 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Oct 4, 2008 3:00:36 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Oct 5, 2008 8:36:32 GMT -5
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