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Post by Spencer Carlin on Mar 15, 2007 21:58:07 GMT -5
The sky overhead seemed to drone with bitterness, as the sun hide behind the various puffs of white and gray before it. The day had once been beautiful, and mind you, it still was; and thus maybe it was only Spencer who saw it as a gloomy, unwanted one. The big trip to Milan had finally come, and yes she was feeling a tad bit on the unhealthy side, but she knew it’d blow over soon, for none of the Carlin’s stayed sick for so long. Whether it be medical services that cured them, or simply the passing of a few days, one was to recover quite quickly, or at least they hoped so.
Now, what was it about the salty beach air that seemed to cure ones /soul/? Was it the water, in all its pureness, though not so pure at all? Maybe it was the consistent wind that whipped past you frequently. Whatever it was, it felt good. It was a feeling one couldn’t turn down. And maybe it is true that some don’t like the beach environment, but for most, it was all they needed to feel...refreshed.
Ah, yes, Miss Carlin and her walk to the beach that Milan had to offer. From the resort, it was only but a mile away, an easy walking distance, but for Spencer it seemed so much longer. Her decision on retreating to the beach had been made only but twenty minutes earlier. To describe her ‘sickness’ it wasn’t all that bad. She was clearly getting better, no doubt. Yeah, her eyes may have still seemed a bit watery, and her nose may be just a little stuffed, but she’d be fine soon, and she was confident in having a good time on this trip. She was excited, really. Now rest atop a green and white striped towel, Spencer lay on her back, her head fallen to the side, preventing the sun from glaring down into the female’s eyes, though they were closed anyhow. To make the attire, a light blue bikini sat in its place, hiding what was necessary and allowing the sun to pour upon the remaining and revealed skin. Tanning was always fun, especially when one was not too fond of the water, much like Spencer. Give her pool water and she’d be fine, but the dark, deep stuff didn’t seem all that appealing, really.
That gush of wind, the one that she loved, more so because of the aroma it brought to her--salty and fresh, both at the same time.
Her tied back, brunette and blonde hair allowed a few strands of bangs to fall into her face. Her hands lay at her side and both legs lay flat atop the soft beach towel. Of course her mind was far from empty, and the thoughts ranged everywhere from family matters, to friends, Ryder, and everything in between. This trip was going to be worthwhile, she knew it, and she knew others felt it too. Now, bring on the fun.
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Post by Ryder Hill on Mar 17, 2007 17:36:43 GMT -5
The bright, yellow sphere hung at its highest point in the sky, successfully playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. They were currently the sky’s only accessories, though it did seem as a burst of rain might join the mix. Every now and then a ray would break through, shining down upon the beach’s occupants. Of course there weren’t many scattered about the shore, or in the water for that matter, due to the beach being a private one. It was perfect for if one wanted to have a romantic little getaway with their significant other or just wanted some solitude. However, it was complete Hell for those who preferred the company of others. Others with whom they shared something in common with. That was not the case for one individual though, as aside from his brother, cousin and girlfriend, there wasn’t anyone in Milan worth really getting to know.
’I’m completely ungrateful, I guess,’ he thought, slipping deeper beneath the dark waters. The further down he sank, the colder and more pleasant he felt. There was nothing quite like swimming in the depths of cold water. Well, that was a lie. Sex was much better, but anyway. He didn’t open his eyes, as the water would only serve in tinting the whites of his eyes with a red hue. Pushing back upward shortly after, powerful strokes and the movement of his feet carrying him gradually to the top, he broke the surface, taking in a breath of fresh air as he did. Dark blonde curls stuck to the back of his neck and the sides of his face, and little liquid droplets of fell from the strands.
The male was about to go back under, but paused when he caught movement out of the corner of those light grey hued eyes of his. They shifted, following the form as it moved gracefully (in his mind) across the sands. The figured soon lowered to the ground, and Ryder had already made up his mind to go over. Of course he knew who it was, as he’d only been around the girl for the past month or so. And the thing was that he still couldn’t get tired of seeing her face. He was never once bored of being around her. It was strange, as he usually got annoyed with his girlfriends fairly easily. This girl was definitely different though, in more ways than one.
His toes made depressions into the wet sand being as he was now closer to land, and could safely walk in the water. Shaking his head as he moved had allowed his hair to be less water-drenched, and now only have a somewhat shaggy and damp appearance. “Hey you,” he said, smiling once he was near enough to her. “Glad to see you out and about,” he added, thumb pulling slightly on the waistband of his sky blue board shorts. He wasn’t expecting to see her at the beach, especially since she’d appeared so worse for wear the last time he saw her. Her sickness had certainly had bad timing. Realizing that he was now blocking her sun, he moved a bit, turning and sitting down next to her, though not on her towel. He frankly didn’t care that the sand particles would have attached themselves to the seat of his pants by the time he sat up. The stuff he’d brought to the beach was laying to the left of them, but not quite close enough. He wasn’t in the mood to leave her and go fetch them. After all, he wanted to be in her presence.
Leaning back on his arms, he moistened his lips, eyes staring out over the water. “I was hoping we could do go out tonight,” he told her, absentmindedly wiggling the toes of his outstretched feet. “We haven’t done so in a while, but I understand if you don’t want to,” he finished. She was sick after all, and her recuperating was the only important thing, after all. During his walk the day before, he’d spotted a nice little restaurant, and felt as if she would enjoy it. Everything in Milan was thought of to be…enjoyable and great. Maybe only to those of great affluence. So his family was wealthy too, but he was one of the few who just didn’t give a fuck. They could have been butt-poor and he still would have preferred California to somewhere exotic. Banishing his thoughts, he turned his head to look at Spencer, awaiting a response from her. [/font]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Mar 19, 2007 13:40:22 GMT -5
With her eyes closed and her mind still turning up lost thoughts and new ideas, Spencer became slightly unaware of the scenery around her. Of course she knew where she was, her placement and all. She knew of the position her body was still in and she was aware that the sun continued to trot its way about the aimless sky above her. And the clouds would cover much of the light rays that beamed down upon her, but as far as she was now concerned, the sun was doing its part on tanning her limp body and structured face; Its stance in the sky far from most of the puffs of smoke-like combinations that dotted the sky. And now what she was unable to see, in result that her eyes were, in fact, closed, were the light, gray-hued clouds that seemed to be taking there time in coming upon the private beach. It’d be unnecessary for rain to accompany the California gang on their lovely trip to Milan, which would then turn to a not-so-lovely trip. But thus Mother Nature would do what she wanted, in turn or on demand. She certainly had a way of turning beautiful days into the gloomiest of them all--Mother Nature of course.
There was that tint of red that she could see on the backside of her eyelids. This was what told her that the sun was still shinning down. Well, that and the warmth it provided. Her thoughts continued to travel through her mediated mind. They crossed numerous times and she utilized them all to some extent, thinking them out and such. But she couldn’t lock herself on to only one thought. There was too much to being considering and what not. Milan; Room assignments, number of days, people to talk with; It was one subject, topic, well, call it what you may, but it was not one that she would ponder. Relationships, friends, family—It all was the same to her, or to some extent it was. Of course she would treat a significant other rather differently than a family member, but it all came down to one main category that she could place them all in: Love. This was too a topic that she passed. And that was it, including the many other bustling feelings that taunted her mentality; she couldn’t find a secure deliberation to continue the thought process on. Oh well, relaxation was what people came to the beach for anyways, right?
The warm, sugar-like sand made its movement swiftly through the air, as a gust of wind would pick it up, as if a human whipped up into a tornado. The grain would eventually fall; most likely in a place far relevant from where it had began. In all, as the sand continued to be scattered about the beachfront, Spencer still lay in her apparent position, motionless and all. She wouldn’t fall asleep, for the sound of the crashing waves seemed to be able to decide against it. It was a soothing sound, though, it brought ease to her mind, and it was the reason that she had let all thoughts depart. So far, truthful and all, her stay at Milan was going good.
And remembering that red tint behind the eyelids, well, it was now black, and she was abruptly stricken with a cool overpass, that settled for not even a moment before the warmth, and red tint came back. She had opened her eyes though, letting them fall onto the tall build before her, watching it move to a spot next to her. A smile had involuntarily swept over her, and she sat up a pace that seemed so slow to ones viewing, yet too fast for her own sake. She shook the nauseous feeling away from her train of thoughts, letting her legs fold beneath her body in a style most would call ‘Indian’. “Hey, yeah, well, we all need to make sacrifices every once in a while for our own likings. I mean, I came here to enjoy myself and that is what I plan on doing.” Her response was quick, and her eyes crossed over his own, her smile retrieving itself in a manor that was usual. She was glad to see Ryder. It seemed like it had been a good time since the two had ever really been alone. Spencer hoped that the trip could make up for all the lost time the couple seemed to have shared.
Okay, so now here thoughts were turning into the spoken words that Ryder was now providing her with, what a connection, no? Either way, connection or not, she was relieved that he had mentioned it. So she may have looked a bit tired and, well, unhealthy all together, but it was nothing, really. She would rather be out having a good time rather than sitting and resting in some dark room. There was no enjoyment or fun in that, honestly. And plus, people who were sick went out all the time, it wasn’t something that was going to hold her down, oh no. “You know, we really should. We haven’t had our alone time in a while.” Spencer responded with a nod or two, her eyes floating aimlessly towards the grainy floor beneath her towel. Her hand fell onto it slowly, picking at it with ease but only finding that it would fall from her fingertips in a matter of seconds. “Any place in mind?”
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