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[lexix3]

Please Speak Softly
For they will hear us...

Blonde hair pinned up, zebra stripe two piece bikini, pale skin, a crown pattern tote, Gucci sunglasses, and some black flip flops. It was a day at the beach for Blakely... to show off some of her new presents she had received from family. It was time to flaunt, show off her stuff, give the boys a show, and just let herself relax. It was her day to shine, away from all the bullshit at Forever 21, and to just have a nice day at the beach. Maybe she would hit some parties later, or maybe she would head to another beach for a nice beach bum party. Letting her light blue orbs wander around the beach, she searched for the perfect spot to place her towel, so show off her thin frame.

Making her way closer to the water, past small crowds of people, girls with their boyfriends, parents with their children, then you have the solo's and bums. Maybe a few drunks here and there, and junkies, but that didn't bother her. She found a spot close to the water, close to a few guys, and a perfect place for a towel and her things. She only wished she had someone with her... so she could take a dip and have her stuff watched. She carried everything with her... from a cellphone to make-up to i-pod to well... anything of value. She just couldn't go anywhere without her things. Lying down her towel in the perfect spot, she dug up a quick pile of sand for a pillow and set up her overly large beach towel. Sure, she loved to be a beach bum... but she had to keep that pale, porcelain look to her flesh.

Her voice slowly rose from her throat as she began to quietly sing to herself, "Think back, think back, to the summertime..."

[/color] her words echoed along with the distant playing of Sparks the Rescue. Last she had known, they had finally left New England and were on their first country wide tour... it was a miracle. Her brother had gone a private school up in Maine some time ago, and had met a younger brother of the band. It's how she fell in love with one of them... but hey, that's a whole other story. Setting up her large umbrella, and bag, Blakely fell down onto the towel and let her legs stretch out. It was going to be a long day at the beach... and maybe, just maybe, she'd find someone special to bring home. Or maybe even to the other beach. Either or, it was going to be a good day. With a short sigh, and her body falling back, she let warmth and relaxation take over.

Status: Open to anyone.
Word Count: 490.
Notes: Not as long as I wanted it to be... but oh well.

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[Rayner Reeve]

As Rayner's piercing green eyes scanned the beach, the young man spotted a group of boys heading towards him; a rival gang. He had been sitting there for quite a while now, keeping an eye on them, and now they were finally coming over to 'sort him out.' Well they'd have to think again, Rayner wasn't in the mood for a fight. That's why he came to the beach, he just wanted to relax and maybe find some hot girls to play volleyball with. But those guys looked angry, they wanted to do serious damage to him. Rayner didn't want to kick ass today, especially when the boys only looked about 14 or 15, but he'd show them who's boss if things got out of hand.

He shut his eyes and leaned back into the sand, ignoring the group as they stepped closer to him. They were slowing down; still keeping their eyes on him but they looked like they were going to change their minds. Maybe they weren't up for a fight either. Rayner didn't care what the reason was. He just wanted them to go away.

He opened an eye and looked around for the boys, but saw no one. No angry-looking gangs, no teenage boys looking for a fight. The beach was packed with families and couples, and groups of teens sitting on the sand. But no rival gangs. They must have changed their minds, thank god. He wasn't scared of them, but he wasn't in the mood for a fight today. There were too many kids around, he'd just scare them.

Rayner sat up. He'd spotted someone lying on the sand a few metres away, looking pretty damn fine. She had blonde hair, Rayner's favourite of all colours, and she was alone. He hated groups of giggling girls, they made him uncomfortable. But the girl down there certainly didn't make him uncomfortable. He stood up quickly, watching other guys as they began to eye her up as well. Ha, he wasn't going to let any other guys get a chance before he did. He walked past them, smirking slightly as they glared up at him, and made his way down to the girl.

Hey there, pretty good voice. He looked at the girl, struggling to keep his eyes on her face as she sat in front of him. He didn't want to seem like some creep, but sometimes it was very difficult. Name's Rayner, what can I call you?

[lexix3]

Please Speak Softly
For they will hear us...

Blakely's eyes raised up to meet with a pair of green ones, small scruff onhis chin, shaved head, but one hell of a nice body under the baggy clothes he had on. She could tell by the looks of him, he had something to show off underneath it all. "You can call me Whit, or Blake... it's up to you,"

[/color] she grinned and licked her partially dry lips.. a teasing method she used far too often, but it always seemed to draw the boys in. Keeping under her umbrella, she slipped off her sunglasses so she could look him clear in the eye, her blue orbs clashing against the green ones he had. She normally didn't fall for many green-eyed men... but this one was a huge exception. He was cute enough, and he looked like he could clearly protect her in any instance. "Mm... Rayner... I like that, it has a nice ring to it,"[/color] she let the words drip from her lips, his name being the slowest, sliest word in her line.

Digging into her bag, she found some sunscreen she had packed earlier... it was time to apply, time to show off the legs, the body. "I see you had some followers before,"[/color] he motioned towards the gang off to the side. It wasn't like she was a blonde bimbo.. it was almost quite obvious he was more on the gang side of things. And this territory was know for gang fights breaking out. Those who followed, almost always attacked. She had found that out with some of her high school friends... the more time you were alone, the more they would seek you out, blackmail you, steal your loved ones. Now that one happened to her once... a boyfriend back in Junior year. She had a boyfriend she thought she could love forever, even though he was in gang related activity. A month into the relationship, he was paralyzed from the neck down. His parents told her to stay away, and never talk to him again... believing it was her fault. She never saw him again.

"I could probably help them leave you alone for a day or so..."[/color] she smiled lightly and licked her lips again as they slowly dried. She barely used lip-gloss, just to have this entire ability. Dumping a few squirts of sunscreen into her right hand, she started rubbing in the lotion like stuff. It would protect her skin for now if she were to take a dip or something of that sort. Maybe he would offer to help, or maybe he would just continue to look her up and down. Either or, she really didn't mind. Though her stomach was the part where she wished he wouldn't look... with a little bit of chub there, she couldn't bare it. Maybe it was time to puke again.. no, she could wait. She didn't have any gum with her, or a tooth brush and toothpaste... though she did have a nice littler peppermint patty. Maybe she would do her little thing later.

Continuing on rubbing in the sunscreen, she looked back up to him with her blue eyes and let a smile roll over her lips. Teeth almost pure white, her lips slightly pulp with all the biting she's been doing to them lately. Maybe it was time to taunt a little? [/size][/blockquote]

[Rayner Reeve]

Rayner Reeve

Rayner nodded as she spoke, finally allowing his eyes to drift across her body, taking in the sight before turning back to her face. She was definitely what he would call hot, and she didn't seem to mind him being there. And not only did she have a nice body, but she had a pretty face, too. Although she seemed a little embarrassed about her stomach. Rayner couldn't see why. She looked great, and he hated it when pretty girls called themselves fat or ugly, when they clearly weren't. Maybe he'd get lucky and receive a phone number of the girl, who called herself Whit.

Nice name, Whit. He smiled at her as she spoke again, this time regarding his name. People usually found it a weird name for a white guy, which he supposed it was. It was kind of a gangster name, and others usually gave him weird looks when they found out what his name was. Oh well, he thought to himself. Obviously she likes it. Haha, glad you approve. He watched her as she licked her lips, almost seductively. Damn, he loved it when girls teased like that.

He watched her pull out sunscreen and crouched down next to her as she began to rub it onto her skin. As she spoke, he nodded and looked over his shoulder to where she was pointing. Well, now she knew he was in a gang, but she didn't seem put off by it. He knew alot of the girls around there weren't into that kind of thing, and if they were, they were almost always somehow related to a rival gang. Which of course, meant he couldn't be seen with them. Just his luck.
Ah, you saw that. Just some stupid teenagers looking for a fight, but they left. I guess they came back again, though. He turned to look at the group of boys, who were now sitting about 20 metres away from him. They were watching the girl as much as they were watching him, maybe they had changed their mind again, and wanted a fight after all. Don't worry though, they probably wont do much damage. I think they're just trying to act like gangsters. He knew this wasn't true, they really were from a rival gang, but they probably wouldn't dare attack him with a load of witnesses around. Anyway, he didn't want to scare the girl, although she looked like she knew the truth anyway.

And that's very thoughtful of you. He smiled at her, turning away from the gang and focusing on Whit again. But it's cool, I think I've got it covered. He wasn't really sure what he meant by 'got it covered', he was just hoping the girl would start talking about something other than gangs. That was more of his night-time thing, during the day he was just Rayner, no gangs or anything.

So anyway, I feel like doing some swimming. I'll be right back. He looked out to the sea, then stood up and began running up the beach to his apartment, which was on the edge of town. He'd get changed, come back and, if Whit wanted to, they could hit the waves. He knew how to surf, but most of the time the waved around that part of town weren't big enough to do any. He hoped they'd be big enough today.

He reached his door, ignoring the fact that the group of teenagers had followed him up to his house, and walked inside the building. He changed as fast as he could, into his blue surfing shorts, no shirt and no shoes, and he sprinted back out of the house with his surf board, to the beach. Whit was there when he got back, still looking hot, and he greeted her with a smile.
Ready to catch some waves?

[lexix3]

Please Speak Softly
For they will hear us...

Blakely pushed out her lips a little, a cute little movement she liked to use much of the time. He was a darling, she had to give him that... sure he was in a gang, but it just made her want him more. "Covered... hmm... I'll just make sure anyway. Never can judge what they'll do,"

[/color] she chuckled lightly, finishing up the sunscreen and putting her things into her bag. He also liked her name... that was a plus. Many people thought it was weird to either be called Blake or Whit when she was a girl. Many boys she had known had been named Blake or their last names would be White. It was all close to Whit. She loved her nicknames though...as much as her parents hated it. She let a smile drift across her face when he said he felt like swimming. This was her chance to play a little game of Damsel in Distress. It was perfect. Maybe she would be bringing someone back with her tonight. Or maybe just because he had a beach front place... she could enjoy a little time in getting to know him.

As he stood to his feet and started his journey up the beach and towards the apartments, her eyes followed every movement he offered to her. He was strong, his arms showed it. He could move, he could really tease her when needed. Sure it didn't look like much to others, just a girl and a guy getting ready to go swimming. Chatting away, being normal. But to her... it was more than that. she loved the way he ran, he showed pride in who he was. He showed pride for what he looekd like. Sure it wasn't something she could do with her stomach, but she was all fine for it now. Even though she was bulimic, she could stop anytime she wanted. No big deal. She just needed to get to her right weight. Blakely was just damn lucky she didn't have the dark eyes most others ended up getting. "I'll be waiting!"[/color] he yelled to him before he made it too far off. She hoped she had heard him, and didn't hear anything different.

Her eyes followed the teen group, the gang... rivals of his, head towards the apartment. They kept looking to her, then to his home. Then most would look around while another advanced. Her body rose slowly, cellphone in hand. They knew something was up with her. Fake dialing into her phone, she shook it at them lightly before placing the sidekick to her ear. The gang was quick to scatter, quick to dart off like a pack of hungry wolves followed them. She might just have to stick around Rayner... at least for the day. The rival gang now knew what building he lived in. It would be easy for them to figure out what apartment he was in. Setting her phone back into her bag, she made sure it was nice and covered and out of the way from snatchers. She couldn't be too tedious... someone would most likely try and steal her things. Then she would probably have to go kung-foo on them or something.

Blakely's eyes rose to meet him running back with a surf board. Something she could never do... but would love to have someone teach her. Maybe he was actually rather good at it... Damn did she hope. 'Mm..I could probably get used to this,' the thought as he slowed down towards her and asked if she was ready to swim. It was now or never to make her move for the Damsel in distress. "Yep. I'll meet you there,"[/color] she smiled and started her walk down the beach. Her hips swayed, while the strings on her bikini bottom followed her movements. She could get a little bit more naughty... but at the moment she was focused on the water and her plan for when in the water. Would he really fall for the "Oh Know, I have cramps," trick? It was worth a shot... unless she could think of something better.

Reaching the edge of the water, Blakely let the water roll over her feet in a soft foam wave. She loved the water here... it was perfect. It was clear, you could see to the floor, the waves made it beautiful. But the beach just made everything in her life perfect. Even though she was still in fucking high school and making the grades, the beach made her life complete. Leaving this place would just make her miserable. Looking back towards Rayner, she let a smile tug at her lips as she waited for him to head into the water. Her plan would soon come into action. [/size][/blockquote]

[Rayner Reeve]

Rayner Reeve

As his toned muscles glimmered in the sun, Rayner smiled and began walking towards the water, board in hand. He hoped she knew how to learn, or if she didn't, would want to learn. He had a lot of moves to show off to Whit, but he mainly just wanted to get out on his board again; feel the water beneath him and catch some waves. They were looking pretty big today, good. There was no point in getting out on the water if the waves weren't decent-sized. Then again, if Whit hadn't ever surfed before, she'd probably want to start on something smaller.

The warm, foamy water rushed around Rayner's feet as he stepped forward, looking back over his shoulder to see if Whit was still looking interested. He smirked as he saw her walking; hips swaying from side to side. To any other guy on the beach, it probably would have been hypnotising, but Rayner had other things on his mind. Of course, he still wanted to take the girl back to his place, but first he had some extra energy to burn off. Although, with any luck, he'd be burning off energy in other ways today.
Here comes a good one. He called to Whit, spotting a large waving rolling towards him. He pushed his board forward into the water, duck diving under the smaller waves so that he wouldn't get carried backwards, and with one effortless move, he pulled himself onto the board. Laying on top of it, he began paddling with his well-muscled arms, peering over his shoulder at the wave behind him. It was getting closer and he was picking up speed, this was going to be perfect. He felt the wave picking him up and he rolled across the water faster, feeling the sudden thrill of surfing that he had missed for at least a month.

He felt the wave surge beneath him, and in one swift movement, he straightened his arms out beneath him, as if doing a press-up, and drew his legs under his body, shifting smoothly into the standing position. He positioned his feet at the back of the board, and began riding the wave skillfully. Rayner didn't usually brag, but he knew he had executed the Pop-up perfectly. With any luck, Whit would have seen the whole thing and would want to learn how to do it. He had never taught anyone anything before, but he was certainly able to teach surfing. Especially to a young, good-looking girl.

He felt the wave break beneath him, and the spray sent up by his board showered his tanned shoulders. He pulled back as the wave drifted away into nothing, and he sat on his board, grinning. If Whit wasn't impressed with that, he didn't know what would impress her. He had been surfing since a young age, if anyone could catch the perfect wave, it was him.
So, now that you've seen an example, what do you say? He rolled into the water, swimming the rest of the way back to shore, and he shook his dripping hair as he stood up fully. I can teach you if you want, unless you already know how to catch a wave? He walked towards her, the thin beads of water already drying on his shoulders in the burning sun. She was looking good, better than good, and he couldn't wait to get closer to her in the water. Now that surfing was off his mind, he could focus on other, more important things.