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Post by LOOK! IT'S A MARV! on Jan 31, 2010 18:18:03 GMT -5
This is going to be one big massive group thread. Anyone can join in. Just make sure that you pay attention to what's going on.
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Post by haela lily grey on Jan 31, 2010 18:27:57 GMT -5
Haela was normally not one for social gatherings. She was much more the type to just stay by herself and do whatever. She would go over her lines or she would practice her singing and her dancing. She wasn't allowed to do sports and lately, she hadn't been in the mood to do much of anything when it came to photography or writing. So she thought, well why not. Go to the beach thing and maybe she could go out and make a new friend god forbid.
Dressed in something rather simple, Haela made her way to the beach. She actually liked the beach. She couldn't surf and if she wasn't careful, the waves were a big problem, but for the most part, all she could really do at the beach was sit in the sun. This would prompt people to say that wasn't a bad thing because of course her pale skin was a problem to people in a southern town. It was like you had to be cute, tan and curvy to survive in this town and Haela was none of the above. She was tall, modelesque thing, and pale as snow. She stuck out like a sore thumb.
Arriving in the beach, Haela saw all the people. Some people were in the ocean, others were content with their food and then there were the people that were playing volleyball and she envied those most of all. that was probably the last thing that Haela would be allowed to do. One hit with the volleyball and she would be bruising faster then you could say. "you idiot." So for now, Haela found a place to sit that was far enough away from the crowd that she wasn't involved but close enough that she didn't look like a pathetic stalker.
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Post by elizabeth kay montgomery on Feb 1, 2010 21:38:16 GMT -5
Elizabeth wasn't really the type for large social gatherings but her line of work forced her to be in the middle of large crowds. So, when the sign up sheet went up in the library one afternoon for volunteers to help out at the annual barbecue on the beach she couldn't help but put her name on the list. Why not? She knew how to control a crowd and could take care of herself if things got bad. Plus, learning to use a propane grill the size of her car wasn't exactly a downfall. She scrolled her name on the list with a few mens' names and smiled gently to herself as she placed the pen back in her hair.
When the time finally came she was actually glad that she had done so. It couldn't have come at a better time in her life. The past week prior wasn't the best and she really needed the time away from work to get her life back on track. The past few days had been cruel to her and spending time that didn't revolve around the bar would be good for her. She hadn't visited the beach since she moved here, so this was definitely a good change in atmosphere. As she drove down to the beach she realized she had made a wrong turn and had to snake around again to where it had gone wrong. She righted herself and finally found herself at the beach.
Meeting the group down by where they cooking the food she took her place in the small group where they were giving out instructions on what everyone was to do. At first she was told to be on garbage duty, but one of the other males hopped at the chance to wander around the beach and pretend h was doing something rather then cook food for everyone else, so Liz took his place at the grill. Sure, she'd done it before but never on such a large scale. A simple smile spread over her freckled face as she muttered to herself, "Here goes nothing."
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Post by juliette elizabeth raines on Feb 8, 2010 18:58:39 GMT -5
I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.
[/font][/color] L I K E. P R A Y E R S. I N. M Y. P O C K E T S.[/center][/font][/size][/color] Juliette had finally settled down into Elizabeth’s Hollow after two long months. She now had a place to live, was moved in, found a job and had a new cellphone number. After telling the proper people back in Maine about her new number, she felt a little more at ease. Juliette was starting over and that’s how she wanted everything to be: a fresh, new slate. No one here knew her or knew about her past, which helped her breath a little easier each day.
But, no one knowing her made it hard to make friends.
She heard about the beach bar-be-que at work and decided to check it out. From what she understood it was a public thing-not restrictions or invite only. It gave her a chance to hopefully meet some people. She was still gathering her footing and only knew of a few places around the town. Juliette was a friendly girl, but often awkward at starting conversation-she always preferred conversation started by another. As she pulled up in her car with their new Georgia plates and got out. Her eyes surveyed the beach and the crowd that had gathered. Her heart began to race with nerves. This was the first real outing she had made since moving to town. You’d love to see this mom, ran through Juliette’s mind as she drew in a deep breath and made her way to the edges of the sand.
As soon as she reached it, she slipped her flip-flops off and shook the sand off to put away in her bag. Inside the bag was her camera in case she wished to take some photos, a towel plus the usual purse items-wallet, id, cellphone…Her toes wiggled in the sand, glad to feel the fine grains between them. The slight breeze played with the edges of the dress so it blew around her knees. Underneath the dress she had a one piece bathing suit she had bought just before leaving Maine that she loved and a key necklace on a chain that fell just under the dress as well. As she pulled her hair back into a messy bun, she reached where many of the crowds were, suddenly not sure where to start; Juliette didn’t know any of these people, just recognized some of the faces from her job. But it wasn’t like she knew names or went to school here.
Maybe starting over would be harder then she thought…
[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] tagged;; anyone word count;; four-hundred nine outfit;; pink beauty notes;; she’s so mysteriousss
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