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entrancelogs2014-06-23 12:35 pm
formercheerio) wrote in entrancelogs2014-06-23 12:35 pm
Entry tags:
- breaking bad: jesse pinkman,
- doctor who: the 10th doctor,
- fables: bigby wolf,
- fruits basket: tohru honda,
- fullmetal alchemist: alphonse elric,
- fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- glee: brittany s. pierce,
- glee: quinn fabray,
- glee: shannon beiste,
- harry potter: peter pettigrew,
- heroes: hazel levesque,
- marvel: james rogers,
- marvel: kate bishop,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- marvel: tommy shepherd,
- supernatural: adam milligan,
- supernatural: samandriel,
- teen wolf: allison argent,
- teen wolf: isaac lahey,
- the dark knight rises: john blake,
- the hunger games: finnick odair,
- the hunger games: katniss everdeen,
- zombies run!: simon lauchlan
time to take a stroll
Who: Quinn + EVERYBODY
Where: The beach
When: June 25
Rating: --
Summary: Quinn announced a beach party on the network. Or just a get together. Bring your own whatever you want to do. Mingle mingle mingle
Where: The beach
When: June 25
Rating: --
Summary: Quinn announced a beach party on the network. Or just a get together. Bring your own whatever you want to do. Mingle mingle mingle
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There's already some people on the beach by the time that Quinn arrives, and at first she just picks her spot, puts her bag on the blanket and sets her pig spot out. She'll carry him for a little bit longer as she says hi to a few people, and maybe put him down if anything happens later. It's still early but... hopefully a lot of people will come, and hopefully it will be fun ]
I'm glad that you came. [ She gives a smile to the person she's approached. There's a lot of hope for the day - that new friends can be made, that it'll be fun. She knows that not everyone here knows what a beach party is but there's always something to pick up in Wonderland, right? Maybe if they came they'd like it. If not... they'd know ]
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[She squints a little at Quinn in particular, though.] You makin' sure you're staying hydrated? Don't want you gettin' a heatstroke in your condition.
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[Frank just got here last week, so he doesn't know many people that aren't his friends from back home yet. And there's even some people from his world he didn't know before he got to wonderland, like Clarisse. So when he saw the network post he thought it'd be the best chance to get to know new people.]
I'm Frank, by the way. [He smiles sheepishly, offering a hand.]
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[A certain smiling blonde can be seen a few yards back from the shoreline, happily kneeling by a growing mound of sand. The shape is currently indistinguishable as she continues to pile more and more, higher and higher...but it's a pretty safe bet that Brittany's working on a sand castle. While singing absently to herself.]
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That was before he saw Brittany by the large mound of sand. Peter had made the mistake about telling James about the girl who had made him so flustered his first day here. He tried to pretend that he hadn't seen her but James had. He was unceremoniously pushed forward, leaving him stumbling towards the large pile of sound. By the time he had righted himself to turn and yell at James, his mate was long gone having apparated with a loud pop.
Brilliant. What was he to do now?]
Uhm, hi. I'm ... Peter. I don't know if you remember me but... um, well, that's a lovely... pile of sand you have there.
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oh, it's just Saki, like in the icon. Her hair's undone, and she's in a modest black swimsuit.]
Mmm... I have a bad record with hair-ties, it seems...
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Um...do you need help finding it again?
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She had no idea there was even a beach. A sea much like the one she had seen in District 4. The memories of that particular part of the Victory Tour are some of the few decent ones she has. Time spent in the waves with Peeta.
Before everything fell apart.
For now, though, she stays on the outskirts of the party. She's covered from head to toe despite the warmth of the summer sun. It's become a habit for her, to cover up scars as much as possible. And she carries her bow and quiver. Just in case.
But as she wanders on the edge of the tide, there's a look of awe on her face. She'll never get used to the expanse of the ocean. Ever.]
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[ when katniss is by the tide, that's when finnick deems it enough of a swim, needing the sand to stick to his skin as he dries off and sees if this party is anything like the ones hosted back in district 4, when his family and friends chose to ignore the heavy atmosphere weighing upon them and chose to celebrate rather than brood. as he approaches, he shakes his head, hair sticking up at all ends, before he kicks water at her, smiling. ] Isn't it a little dangerous for the Girl on Fire to stand so close to the water?
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But the best part is that she's not alone. Billy's here, too. And he definitely wouldn't have been in California. Lucky might be good company but...
It's not the same.
Smiling,]
Best. Idea. Ever.
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Well, this at least I can't complain about. This is definitely better than the crowded beaches back home.
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James does not see what there is to have fun, so he's kinda awkwardly sitting off to the side, watching folks. He hasn't been socialized. It's not his fault.
Sitting in the sand isn't hard for him. He's wearing the black jacket, open over some sort of white t-shirt, and his dark jeans. He didn't quite leave behind the MiniCap-ness. ]
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Hey. You settling in okay?
::Don't mind the automail arm displayed by his t-shirt and the automail foot peeking out from his jeans.::
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But even more importantly than sandwiches, Tohru has a whole watermelon on a sheet, some blindfolds, and a large stick, which might seem strange to someone who isn't from Japan, but it's a very normal beach party game where she's from. Anyone who approaches curiously will get a similar pitch:]
It's a game from my world! Um, you put on the blindfold, spin around in a circle three times, and then try to break open the watermelon with a stick! And once it's broken open, everyone can eat it! Would you like to try?
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Might wanna give me a whole lotta room, girlie.
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For now, at least, rather than join in, Ed's a bit off to the side with a cooler of beer, one of which is in his hand.
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[So yeah, enjoy that balloon popping on the back of your head, Edward. Little brother loves you!]
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[Hazel's eyes remained lowered for the first several minutes after she stepped onto the beach area, taking in the sight of everyone in their...their...is that what swimwear looked like these days? Half these girls were barely covered! Here she was, thinking her own purple tankini top and boy shorts were daring. They certainly showed her.]
[Once she could get her cheeks to stop burning for two seconds, she dared glance up once more, golden orbs peering over the rims of her sunglasses. Frank's influence had gotten her to the beach. But...now what?]
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It's really cute. The swimsuit, I mean.
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He stops walking when his feet hit the water, letting it pool around his ankles as he looks around at everyone, wishing not for the first time that Teddy was here with him. Teddy would have liked this.]
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Riding one of the waves into shore, he almost ends up bumping into the young man standing there as the tide sweeps the water a little deeper. he grins up at him apologetically, shading the sun from his eyes with one hand.]
Oops, sorry about that. The waves are bad at taking directions.
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When he arrives, he shows in a simple pair of black swim trunks and a white t-shirt to cover his excessive paleness - he's a night owl, after all. He's prepared with an oversized towel draped over his shoulder and a beach ball in hand. ]
Now, might not be an expert, but I don't think we can officially call this a beach party without a game of some kind. Anyone wanna play?
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[Frank's skin has a healthy coat of sunscreen, but glancing at Arthur's t-shirt makes him wish he'd thought of that too.]
But, uh, sure. Count me in. If the game is open to strangers, that is.
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Wow that was such a me-fail on the name. Also thank you for the paid it made my day ;u;/
You're most welcome~
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Ultimately deciding to give it a try, he arrives at the beach, seemingly out of nowhere should anyone be looking in his direction. He sticks out rather like a sore thumb compared to everyone else; knowing little about beach parties and human pastimes, he hasn't shown up in a swimsuit, rather in his typical Weiner Hut uniform, bright red and white. Not that he takes any notice of his not being appropriately dressed, of course. No, no, he just stands off to the side of the beach, taking everything in, almost studying the whole thing.
Should anyone want to approach the awkwardly out of place angel, they're plenty free to--he'd come down here to try talking with humans, after all.]
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The teenager stops, regardless, sort of waffling on whether or not to actually talk to him or not. It's obvious he has something to say with the way his mouth is hanging open... or perhaps he's trying to catch flies... He crosses his arms over his chest, defensive without even realising it.
This? Isn't what he expected from Angels.... Weird... awful clothes....
Either way, it's obvious the werewolf isn't making any attempt to actually be a threat. ]
Are you one of Castiel's friends?
[ Ah, yes, subtle as ever. ]
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Unlike her usual self, Armin was considered stand-offish, but she was enjoying herself by watching other people.]
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Except he's apparently fallen asleep in his towel in a soldier position, a hat on top of his face to protect his head. Someone's going to get sunburns.]
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And by 'help', I mean he's going to happen across his victim and draw a dick on his chest in his own sunscreen. And photograph it. Possibly while making a stupid selfie duck face. London is brutal place.]
I laughed so hard
never fall asleep at a party bro
why is this happening to him he's made his mistakes
but the night goes onnnn
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He ventures a little closer while still remaining on the fringes of the gathering, just doing a bit of people watching while he works out whether or not he should strike up a conversation with someone. ]
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Doctor! Tell me you're here to make up the numbers on my volleyball team.
[Sure, on the one hand he wants to die after he treated the coolest person in the universe as an embarrassing dad the last time they saw each other. On the other, the only way to redeem himself is to act like a little dog, hopping on his feet as he tries to subtly herd the Doctor towards the centre of the party.]
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However, someone might want to questions the swimwear he's chosen for his dip.}
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Nice suit.
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He's not sure what people from the future wear to beach parties, so he does a terrible thing and makes a vague request to his closet: gimme what people wear to beach parties.
The bikini top doesn't fit but god help you all he stuffs himself into the bikini bottoms. With unicorns on his crotch, whiskey in hand, giant scars visible and equally awful sunglasses perched on his head, he heads down to the beach with a huge grin on his face. He is the epitome of fashion and boy does he hope there's food.
Luckily everyone is spared the presence of his raptors but don't worry, he makes up for it with shoes.
This is clearly what everyone should wear to beach parties, he thinks to himself.
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Loving greeting done, he nabs America’s sunglasses and uses them to push his hair off his overheated face. “Those are not the hi-tops I was thinking of.”
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no prose for you i do what i want
how dare u
i dare
OPEN!
Eventually, he wanders down from the mansion to join the ranks of people enjoying their day on the sand, hands in the pockets of his sweater. He's not dressed to swim, having not wanted to make a drowning hazard of himself; instead, it's just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt underneath the sweater for him today. If it gets too warm, he can strip down to his shirt.
That's about as adventurous as Adam sees himself getting.
If Adam spots a face he knows, he might say "hi" by approaching or waving on his way by, but otherwise he can be found minding his own business for half an hour or so, just checking out the sights.]
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Trying to be polite, he flies the relatively short distance between them, disappearing from one side of the beach and reappearing on the other, but leaves a few feet of space between them. Surprise, Adam! It's your favourite angel!]
Hello, Adam. [There's a tentative little smile.] It's good to see you outside. Are you enjoying yourself?
[LOOK HE KNOWS HOW TO SMALL TALK. ...Sort of. He's been practising.]
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hi hubby.
hello, sweetums.
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So this is nice.
He's brought a few cans of beer and some food (they actually had bao, just like his grandad had made) and settles down on a blanket in the sun.]
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[Simon's wearing tropical-colored swim trunks, because why not, and looking far too thrilled to be out and about on a beach. he fixes Sam with a mischievous grin that doesn't bode well for chances of that continuing, his hands propped on his hips.]
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Lydia was dressed for swimming and sunbathing, and was currently laid out on her towel (on her stomach) with just enough shade catching her from her umbrella. She was not planning on burning )
Why have I never been here before?
( The comment is mostly to Allison (unless she's wandered off whilst Lydia wasn't looking) but it's open to any passers by )
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[He sure does plop himself down next to Lydia without asking, sliding his shades up to rest on top of his head.]
You near the beach back home or are you, uh... What's it called... Landlocked.
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Cigarette in hand, sunglasses on and clad in a pair of paint-stained board shorts, Jesse strolls down to the beach fashionably late, mind set on nothing in particular.
Well... Maybe nothing. He's also carrying a six-pack of some sweet not-beer or other and there's a joint in his pocket. Sharing is caring, so if that's your thing...]
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[ It's only a second between the warning and when John Blake goes flying past. Somehow he snatches the disk out of the air, saves Jesse from being Frisbee'd in the face, and manages to look pretty slick not falling on his face as he does a spin back around to face the young man. ]
Hey, hi. [ Casual, right? A little bit of sun and suddenly he's supercharged like Superman. Amazing what a little vitamin D can do. ] What's up? What're you up to? You wanna come play? Could use some practice, I'll bet.
[ It's a small taunt, yes, but also a percentage of an offer. A small percentage. Like 20% offer, 80% taunt. Sorry, not sorry. ]
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