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Post by Sydney Agatha Socko on Apr 14, 2012 0:24:15 GMT -5
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[/div] Sydney was very new at this school. Yes, she was extremely used to moving around a lot and having to make new friends, but it never made it much easier. She only knew a few kids so far, and everyone on this island seemed so... complicated. And sure, if she thought about it, Sydney was complicated herself. She made lightning and PEW PEW PEW noises at everyone, and she was a halfer, and British and American and was a rich kid, but still, she felt much simpler than anyone else she had met yet. There weren't many layers to Sydney. Once you met her, that was more or less how she always was.
As she was touring the island on one of her first nights here, Sydney noticed the beach right next to the school. There was a dock with, of all things, a tire swing on it, and she simply had to try it out. It wasn't nearly as fun as it looked. She figured that maybe it would have been more fun if someone was there with her, but mostly, it was kind of lonely to sit there by herself. So, instead, Sydney decided to take off her shoes and dangle her feet off of the edge of the pier. The water wasn't too far beneath her, but her shorter legs made it so the only wetness she felt was from the ocean spray. It was nice and peaceful and kind of boring, but that was okay because it was fairly late.
Sydney settled into the wood and managed to look like a little kid, just dangling her feet and humming. Granted, there were six inch heels next to her, but whatever. She felt really kind of worn out. She needed to steal some energy from someone. Whatever! Sydney, due to her boredom, ended up just shooting tiny lightning bolts into the sky, accompanied by her signature sound. Hopefully someone would come along and entertain her soon. If it was someone she knew, cool! If not, she hoped they had some dinosaur facts available.
Heh. Dinosaurs.
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Apr 14, 2012 3:53:48 GMT -5
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Evan sort of made it her business to know everything. She was her own religion. Her own deity within the island who had to know all of the island’s happenings. New students and such were very important, especially when the new students were attractive. So naturally she had gone out of her way to befriend Sydney, who was all of the right kinds of eccentric. Her PEW PEW PEWs were adorable and hilarious every single time she did them and quite frankly Evan wished she had something like that to do. She could always “woosh” but that wasn’t as fun as “pews”. For now she would just stick to her lighter and vulgarity and cocky attitude. That was enough for her. No need for a catch phrase when she was this awesome. No need for a catch phrase when she was this arrogant.
But back on track, she was bored of her boys for the time being. She wanted something fresh and fun and unlike the people she usually surrounded herself with. Evan left Jared with Tony stating she was stepping out for a cigarette and didn’t plan on returning until after she had a conversation with someone exciting. Sometimes her Golden Trio were exhausting. Sometimes she got very bored of their stupidity. She loved them—like brothers just to specify—but they were so stupid sometimes and she just wanted to kick them. Or smash their heads together. Or run them over. Whatever. She didn’t want to think about things that annoyed her right now, she just wanted to find someone fun.
She starting making her way toward the beach, finding the docks and seeing someone at the end of them. Platinum blonde hair tipped Evan off as to who it was and she couldn’t resist an overly friendly greeting of scampering up beside her and sitting down immediately. Both arms threw themselves around Socko’s middle and Evan’s chin rested on the other girl’s shoulder. “Hey Sparky,” |
[/color] she mused, kicking her sandals onto the dock and dipping her abnormally long and slender legs into the water. “Did you know that they found dinosaurs with feathers? Legit feathers!”[/color] She found that pretty fucking awesome, feathered dinosaurs. Maybe the people who said they evolved into birds were more accurate than they thought, which was even cooler. Because that meant that birds were dinosaurs and made her want a parrot. Except Papa hated birds. [/div][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by Sydney Agatha Socko on Apr 15, 2012 19:12:02 GMT -5
[/style][style=width: 463px; height:20; float: center; background-image:url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/Picture5.png);] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; height: 480px; background-color: ededed; border-top: 10px solid #1cd0f8; border-bottom: 10px solid #1cd0f8;][style=width: 200; height: 15; background-color: eddf9a; text-align: left;]tagged: evan! words: there are many notes: No more PEWS. Until she RECHARGES. [/style] |
[/div] Soon enough, arms were wrapped around Sydney's middle and there was a gorgeous firecrotch next to -and sort of behind- her. "Well hello there! Evan, yeeeees?" Sydney wasn't terrible with names, but she was still new (beside, when everyone called you something different, you kind of expected others to act the same way). Still, Evan left an impression. She was... she was Evan. She stayed with you. Very loud, very odd, very interesting. And Sydney liked her.
The little blonde stretched her legs out and leaned up against Evan. "Feathers, hmm? That's rather interesting. Personally, I'd rather have a fish dinosaur than a bird one. Birds are gross." Sydney let out a big sigh and stretched again, flopping against the wooden boards. She was now flat on her back, and if she had boobs that were any bigger, they might be spilling out of the top of her romper. Luckily, Sydney here was an A-cup. She didn't have to wear a bra all the time, and she could pull off clothes like this no problem at all. "Honestly, how do you do anything on this island? It's so boring! There's nothing here! I've been doing this constantly for the past week." She promptly shot off more "lightning bits," as Sapphy has just decided to call them, sound effect and all.
"PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW aw I'm out of juice." Sydney's hands thumped against the wood beneath her as they fell from the sky. She sighed again, and sat up. "You know, you're just about the first person to really talk to me on this island. So tell me: what do you do for fun?" Her attention was completely devoted to the redhead. "Except for digging for feathered dinos, naturally."
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on May 2, 2012 0:43:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-left: 10px solid #9a0800; border-bottom:10px solid #9a0800; border-top:10px solid #9a0800; border-right: 10px solid #9a0800;] we're beautiful and dirty rich We live a cute life, sound fanatic, Pants tighter than plastic, honey but we got no money We do the dance right, we have go it made like icecream topped with honey But we got no money Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry yea, we just like to party--- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- words: 410 tag: sapphy/socko wearing: this notes: aw yeah
If this had been anyone else the redhead probably would have been insulted that her name needed clarification. But this was Socko. Sparky. Whatever name came to mind first. Socko was just too darn adorable to get mad at for longer than half of a second. Evan’s arms wrapped snuggly around Socko’s middle with little care for personal space, enjoying not being pushed away and instead the closeness being invited. Socko was leaning against Evan and it was just so warm and cozy. “Mhm. The one and only.” |
[/color] She gave the smallest of nods but didn’t really want to stab Socko in the shoulder with her chin. “Yeah, not a fan either but it’s fun to consider dinosaurs having evolved into birds or something. That ostriches used to be raptors or some shit. How crazy would that be?”[/color] Whatever happened to dinosaurs, Evan had mixed feelings about them being gone. On one hand she wanted to be able to ride a raptor to school, on the other she didn’t want to get eaten by a t-rex. Her arms pulled away as Socko flopped backwards, debating on whether she should sit on top of the other girl, lay on top of her, or lay beside her. Or maybe even push her off of the dock. For now she just laid herself down half on top of Socko and half beside her. Enough that if Evan did choose to shove her into the dock she shouldn’t be pulled in as well. Shouldn’t. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen anyways but whatever, Evan’s plans were fool proof. “I usually terrorize everyone else. And if that gets boring then I go to the arcade or wrestle with Sher or find someone to make out with or longboard or have a bonfire. You should come to one of my bonfires. They’re legendary and exclusive. Invite only.”[/color] She was smiling content as she spoke, watching Socko shoot off lightning bolts into the sky and giggling a little each time. “I also like to do…”[/color] She was moving as she spoke, rolling off of Socko and pressing her knees against the girl’s middle. “This!”[/color] Said with a bit of a grunt as she shoved Socko off of the edge of the dock and into the water. It didn’t occur to Evan that the girl might not know how to swim but if that was a problem then Evan would just jump in after her. No big deal. [/div][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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