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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 28, 2008 18:38:28 GMT -5
'Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that i get But i haven't missed you yet Every room-mate kept awake By every silent scream we make All the feelings that i get But i still don't miss you yet
Only when i stop to think about it
I hate everything about you Why do i love you I hate everything about you Why do i love you
Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that i get But i haven't missed you yet...'
Ringing from her vocal cords the wind blew through the blond hair as the car raced down the road along the beach, away from Fairfield. All though she didn't really care she had wanted to at least see the beach before moving into a new place she didn't even know existed. The silver Porsche didn't even seem like a full figure it seemed more like a bullet as it raised against the pavement. It was probably another ten minutes until she reached the parking lot that was said to be somewhere nearby. Fingers gripped the volume to the radio as she turned the music up, the car seemed like a boom box. Slowly her foot made sure the car reduced its speed as she banged her head to the music. Without notice the parking lot zipped right by, "Crap!" With that she immediately pressed her foot on the break as the car came to a screeching halt. Pressing the gas she wheeled the driving wheel around quickly as it made a quick turn. Slowly the car slid into the parking lot as she jumped out.
Flip-flops sat on her feet as she hit pavement and then took a deep breath, it was around mid-day and the beach looked amazing. With a set of shorts set on her legs she was quiet thin yet the muscles were shown underneath her skin. Also, a bikini top sat upon her upper body holding everything up there. Blond hair held up into a ponytail it reached down a little past her shoulders which meant her hair was quiet long. Blue eyes searched to see no one on the beach except a small set of seagulls searching for scraps. "Well it feels good to be alone." Hands rested on her hips as she smiled before taking a few steps to the beach leaving her car alone. The top was down and it was several miles to the nearest sign of life really. A board walk and everything made it all complete; a small food shack did sit to the far right of her Porsche but it was abandoned.
Straps around her neck in a pure clean white with black polka dots made up the bikini, with the lower part hidden by her shorts. Jean shorts were made from Hollister and her bikini was from Abercrombie and Fitch, all a gift form her dearest mother. As well as her Porsche, which was beautiful, but other than that she paid for everything else that came with the lovely car. It was a fortune to keep maintence on perfect but it was all worth it when it went as fast as it did. Sometimes Cassie wished she could give up her new normal life and be a street racer like she had dreamed of as a kid. Shaking the thoughts off her entire body motioned to the beach, her feet sank into the sand as it became a tiny bit harder to walk with the deep sand. Finally, she gave up and sat down before leaning back and lying there. Her eyes closed as she left her legs up and bent before pulling her sunglasses down from her hair to her eyes. It was a perfect weather condition and who really knew what might happen.
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Post by Beau on Mar 28, 2008 19:35:40 GMT -5
Caine wouldn’t lie, he fucking hated America. He missed the warm Venizia, and the warm kitchen he was often in, tossing around dough to make pasta or other dishes he was so famed for. Instead, he was caught here. The temperature was similar to Venice’s, with a high of sixteen for today. It felt much colder as he leaned forwards on his motorbike, watching the digital speedometer creep past fifty, the local speed limit. He was lucky he wore the white helmet of his, and the fleece jacket. He’d be shivering a considerable amount if he hadn’t.
Finding a small space for his vehicle (luckily motorbikes were slightly compact!) Caine drew out the keys from the ignition, pocketed them and stepped from the bike after he’d booted down the kickstand. Digging into a small compartment beneath the seat, he pulled out a small blanket and large novel. Tucking these under his arm, he trudged in his boots onto the boardwalk, and then into the sand. He found it quite tranquil out here- the soft cawing of the seagulls, steady pounding of the waves, and the blinding light of the blonde seated right next to him. He hadn’t seen her until he trudged past her, most likely showering her with sand. Muttering his apologies, he chose a different spot a few feet ahead of her.
Tossing down the blanket, Caine took off his helmet, set that down gingerly and then planted his own behind on the blanket. It was odd; he didn’t know whether he enjoyed peace or tranquility quite yet. He missed the shouts and hollers of the restaurant kitchen; (“Order up!” “I need that app on the fly!”) the clatter of cutlery and pans, the sound of the sizzling oil as it caught fire and seared the vegetables. Shaking himself from the reverie, he looked down to his novel, opened it and began reading the first page of the sixteenth chapter. Already he was having issues concentrating; he needed the kitchen.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 28, 2008 19:52:15 GMT -5
Lying there everything had gone out of her mind, nothing was heard. Then she felt sand fall on her face as she spat it off her lips and wipped it off her face. Looking up she saw a boy, sort of cute but he had made her angry and he hadn't even said one word. Grunting she looked at him as he made himself at home after just showering her in sand. Sitting up her legs had sat straight in front of her and her arms kept her up as she leaned on them. How dare someone spray Cassandra Lilly Ann with sand?! Forgetting about the possibility that it might have been an accident she placed her car keys to the side and grabbed a handful of sand. Then without another thought her arm went back and then flinged forward. Before she knew it the sand was going through the air as she propped herself back to a lying down position as if nothing had happened. Her bikini had sand in it and it was growing uncomfortable, with that she looked down and saw both the boy and her breats. They weren't a lot but they were satisfactory to almost anyone she had met, including herself.
Her fingers then reached into the small fold covering her left breast as she picked the sand out. Suddenly the vision and sights once more left her and the boy was just a thing that she had seen. This was another one of those spells she had sometimes were like blackouts except it might just be her hearing at one time. They had started when she was thirteen and hadn't happened since she was fifteen. So why had they come back? Spells had occured when she had a crush on someone or was usually angry, oh that was it. Cassie was angry, well she should be! Sand had been sprayed all over her face and was in her bikini top and would give her breasts a red mark. Taking another breath she continued to lie there without moving as her stomach rose and fell ever so slightly. What would this boy do after getting sand thrown at him?
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Post by Beau on Mar 28, 2008 20:14:23 GMT -5
No sooner had Caine turned the page did a wave of sand fly into his sweater, book and the small gap in his pants. Looking down at the sand that had showered him, he dropped the novel, which clattered to the blanket and expelled all traces of sand. “Ciò che l'inferno?” He said, dusting off the arms and back of his sweater, unzipping it and folding it carefully, like the neat freak he was, at the corner of his blanket. Looking over his shoulder, he raised a brow as Caine saw the girl dig something out of the bikini, scooping small handfuls of sand from beneath the fabric. Blushing as he caught sight of something he didn’t need to see, he quickly looked away.
Feeling quite thirsty, Caine stood, stretched and began his way back to the motorcycle. He was quite sure he’d left his bottle of water inside the small compartment- though, he wasn’t too sure. On his way back to the vehicle, he made quite sure he walked close to the girl, sending yet another surge of sand her way. With a thin smile that only touched the corners of his lips, he sauntered to his motorcycle. Opening the compartment, he frowned when he laid eyes on the small net that covered a second helmet, and another novel, which Caine had finished on a small stop at a gas station.
Frowning, he snapped the compartment shut, and walked through the sand once again, his boots uprooting quite a few particles, and, once again, showering the girl. It was fine with him- it was merely payback for the sand he’d received down his pants. Sitting down on the blanket with somewhat of a long face, he nibbled the middle of his lip softly, picking up his novel and finding the page he’d last left off of, reading with squinted eyes and a smirk on his nibbled lips.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 28, 2008 20:25:27 GMT -5
Cassie was still digging sand out of her bikini top when more blew into it. Letting the triangular cover land onto her breast she watched as he walked past her a third time since he arrived. He was starting to be a real jerk, with that she grabbed her keys as she saw him sit down. Turning around first she checked her silver Porsche as it sat perfectly still in park. With that her teeth met the middle of her lip as she yawned and made sure her keys were actually in her hands. With a little thought she smiled as he nibbled on her lip, the keys dissappeared out of her hand and clanged as they hit the target. "Yes!" A happy yet soft whisper as she propped herself up and stood on both legs. It's what he gets for starting a war with me. Petite smile came onto her face as she crossed her arms and watched whatever the boy's reaction would be. This time however he couldn't kick sand at her while she was down.
Then again he could possibly toss her into the sand, who really knew. Fate was in the hands of a sixteen year old and this boy she had just met. Well not really met just...started a war with. Or in fact had been trapped into a war he started with a flick of sand down her top and in her face. Some of it had gotten in her mouth and it was crunching around as she nibbled at her lip. Pushing her weight to her other leg she waited and then remembered that she had a spare set of keys so it really didn't matter. Then again it did sort of because a picture of her and her friend from New York City, Chelsea, were putting peace signs to the camera. It was a happy picture but also a memorial picture to the young girl. They both had been fifteen when Chelsea collapsed one day at school and had a seizure, rushed to the hospital Cassie joined her. The two had been friends for almost their entire lives, that night after being admitted for three hours Chelsea said "Good night." to Cassie and her parents. Closed her eyes and never woke-up, doctors said the girl had cancer and the tumor killed her in her sleep. With that Cassie pushed it out of her mind once more and waited.
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Post by Beau on Mar 28, 2008 21:06:35 GMT -5
One particular part of a novel was always interesting. With his nose inches away from the pages, Caine’s eyes didn’t stop traveling the small lines of words until something had clocked him in the back of the head, rather hard, too. Blinking away spots, Caine turned around to see what he’d been smoked with. Looking from the keys to the girl, his eyebrow raised as he swiveled around to pick them up, standing as he walked over to the rather ecstatic girl. Keys clanging in his large palm, his eyebrow rose as he approached the girl. Once in front of her, his expression turned grim and his burly, tattooed arms crossed as he looked down on her.
Holding a palm open near his elbow so she could see the keys, he gave them a cheerful jangle. “I assume,” His accent was thick and lacy, “That these are yours?” His eyebrow returned to its normal position above a green, hazel eye. He glanced down to the keys, noting the small picture and the key’s manufacturer- Porsche. Obviously, the had some sort of sentimental value. He raised his brow once more, this time uncrossing his arms to dangle the keys in front of her eyes. “Do you need these back, I’d expect?” He said, with a nasty curl to the ends of his lips. With that, he turned on his heel, and took off at a jog.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 28, 2008 21:18:50 GMT -5
Her mouth opened as she stood there and soon enough the words came out. Scratching her head she answered, "Umhum. I wonder how they got all the way over there." Smiling she put her arm to get them but she had been teased, immediately a frown crossed her lips. If he dared ran away with her keys she knew as much that she was faster than him. After all Cassie had played several sports which included soccer, lacrosse, volleyball, cross-country running, and some football with the guys now and again. A very sports active girl was hard to find but Cassie fit al the requirments for a position like that. When he asked if she needed them back she let a chuckle escape her as she nodded. Then, he turned on his heel and jogged away, with that Cassie set after him. In a few strides she was on his heel as she tapped his shoulder, was this as fast as he could go? "Trying to set a running record?" Her legs were enjoying this as well as her body, she hadn't run in weeks and yet she managed an amazing figue. How did she do it?
With that she sighed and didn't know really how to stop him, he had to have quite a weight difference from her. She stood at five foot and four inches and weight one hundred-fourteen pounds. Cassie had wanted to grab his shoulder and flop him down and make him give her keys back but it would be hard to do that. She had probably half the strength he did, so she started with that plan. Her hand landed on his shoulder as she spoke, "Give me my keys back." Cassie had also wanted to tell him that kicking sand in people's faces was rude but she doubted he'd apologize. Taking another breath she noticed just exactly his features and smiled at them, he looked sort of like her ex-boyfriend form the big city.
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Post by Beau on Mar 28, 2008 21:38:18 GMT -5
Caine couldn’t help but grin. A few seconds later, he felt her tap on his shoulder. It’d startled him- with a jump, both his boots had fallen off, discarded a few paces back. Grinning momentarily, he shook his head and spoke to reply. “No, who needs to run when you have a Porsche?” Jangling the keys to prove his point, his smile faded and returned to the playful smirk he’d had before. Caine winked his eye playfully, before stopping quickly, socked feet digging deep into the sand, and darted the other way. She seemed fast, but Caine was, obviously, cunning and agile. Besides, he had tons of endurance. Doing chores for three sisters had some sort of payback, didn’t it?
Much to Caine’s dismay, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. Goose-bumps rose along his arms and spine, obviously he’d been startled. He turned, stopping momentarily as the girl pleaded for her keys. Well, maybe she shouldn’t have thrown them! With a loud ‘tuh’ Caine shook his head, grinning once more. “You’ll have to come get them, Bambola!” He said, holding the keys in her view, and turned sharply to dart at a quick jog to the beach, waiting the splashing of the small, waist-high waves and the salt water. He wasn’t exactly dressed for a dip, with jeans and a white tee, but he’d dry on the way back home.
“You’ll have to come get them, Bambola!” – “You’ll have to come get them, doll!”
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 28, 2008 21:59:57 GMT -5
Worry painted its own cover over her face as he spoke she also laughed. It wasn't funny, if she did lose the keys to her Porsche she'd have nothing to drive and would be walking to where ever she was going to work. "This isn't funny!" Taking another sigh she darted after him to stop at the exact meeting of sand to the water. Unbuttoning her shorts she exposed of them and tossed them behind her. It exposed the rest of her thin, muscular legs and also the bottom of her bikini. "What's a bambola?" If it was another language then Cassie would fail to ever come up with an answer, for all she knew it could be a banana. "I swear if you lose my keys I'll kill you." With that she let her feet drag her entire body into the water as she felt the cold waves splash against her. All though only waist-high a bit of a bigger wave splashed up into her face. A petite scream escaped her as she wipped the water from her face and giggled.
"Ah!" A huge smile had come over her face as she also stood there with the white of her bikini showing her bare skin. However the lower part of her bikini was a darker white which showed nothing, as for her upper. Cassie didn't even notice as she looked at him and then spoke once more. "By the way I'm Cassandra, known mostly as Cassie." Another smile as she sat down in the water, her butt moving into the sand quickly as the water dragged over her. She sat closer to the sandy area but she sat there and watched what his next move was. Cassie had given up, her poor keys were lost with this boy who had caused a war and then her to chase him. Was it a sign? Or was it simply a cruel fact of life that her poured down in her face.
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Post by Beau on Mar 28, 2008 22:23:30 GMT -5
“Quite the contrary.” He called over the pounding of the waves, after he’d been plummeted in the back by a small one. "It is fun." His white shirt was now soaked and see-through, showing the similar intricate designs on his chest as his arms. He waited for her to dispose of her shorts before wading further, until it was waist-high for Caine. Luckily, his wallet had been left inside the small compartment, and his jeans had nothing of value in the pockets. “It means... ah..” He began, thinking hard. His pierced nose scrunched and he grinned. “Doll. Don’t worry, I won’t lose them.” He said, making sure the picture’s plastic casing was tight so that water didn’t get into it, and pocketed them.
He grinned again as the wave nearly top-sided her. His grin faded when he saw the white of her bathing suit had, like his shirt, become clear and see-through. “Eh...” He used an index figure to draw imaginary breasts on his chest, “You’re uh...” Caine looked away quickly, tickle-me-pink cheeks dripping small trails of water. “I’m Caine.” He stood, still, as the girl sat. It was a good thing too. Maybe she could cover herself up under there- the white had been perfectly see through. Not that Caine didn’t mind it, but this Cassie probably did. Wading through the water as though it were air, Caine dug the keys, quite dry, from his pocket and held them out as he sat down next to her.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 28, 2008 22:37:52 GMT -5
A smile had lit up her entire face and she saw what he was doing. As she looked down her cheeks turned a dark red as she covered her breasts like a little kid. Arms folded as she looked at him and then leaned back, and yet her cheeks still remained a bit of a paler red. "Nice to meet you Caine. Now about my keys?" Raising an eyebrow she put one of her hands out and took them from his as she smiled. With another deep breath it was really a sigh as she looked at this new found person in her life, Caine. So, why had he taken her keys? Why not just give them back and get on with his life? Then again why had Cassie bothered to engage in a sand war with him? Cassie could probably have gotten up, taken a shirt from her car and driven to Fairfield but she decided to stay there and make a new friend. Looking at him she smiled, a freckle by her lip raised as she did. She simply looked like a little kid but in a sixteen year old body.
"So before.....is that as fast as you run?" A small laugh escaped her as she remembered it. It hadn't been long ago but he ran slower than a five year old it seemed. To Cassie he was that slow but fast was also sprinting and that was usually how Cassie had ran at home. With that her hand slipped to move some of her hair behind her ears as she watched him. Caine was an interesting name to her and she had only met people with names like Peter, or Mike, or even Josh. Cassie hadn't been called or called herself Cassandra except when it came to her drivers license which was in the Porsche, sitting in the back seat.
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Post by Beau on Mar 28, 2008 23:04:16 GMT -5
Caine blushed, as well, as the girl covered her chest up. “I didn’t see anything, really...” He said, ducking his head out of the way. Hopefully she didn’t mind the he actually had. Resting his elbows on both his knees, he looked into the water for a moment before back at the girl. “So, are you from around here? Someone with a Porsche would be better in New York City...” He said, shrugging. His own motorcycle wasn’t out of the ordinary, and wasn’t given a second glance, unless the spectator enjoyed the white, shiny paint, or just motorbikes in general.
Grinning for a few moments, he shook his head before he became sullen-faced again. “No... of course not.” He said, shrugging. He’d never been a fast one, but he had decent times on the track back at his high school. It was nothing spectacular, nor was it horrible. “Is that as good as you can throw?” Speaking of the handful of sand he’d been delivered, or even the keys to the back of the head, her throwing arm wasn’t too shabby. He cast a rather small grin, his eyes narrowing playfully. Reaching up to rid of the long strands of hair in his eyes, he gave a playful wink.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 29, 2008 0:02:08 GMT -5
Ha! He didn't see anything, wasn't it like every guys dream to see a girl in a wet shirt or something along those lines? "I was born in California but spent my life in New York City. You?" Cassie didn't even remember California it was that long ago, all she knew was the nasty smell of the big city. Ha ha. We'll call it even that I can't throw and you can't run." With that she turned away with her back to Caine as she tried to squeeze the water off of her top. With some success she looked down and didn't see clearly but it was a faded outline, it was better than before. Dropping her arms she leaned against her hands to prop her body up. Turning to him she gave a small smile before moving her own hair once more out of her eyes. Cassie had wanted to cut it but she was letting it grow out before she got a shorter hair cut.
Caine was interesting to her and she barely knew him, well she knew he liked to play games from what she saw. He had after all taken her keys and made her run after him. Another grin she looked back down at her top and noticed it was drying faster than it probably would have with a run, let alone a walk. So it was to her satisfaction but either way being in the water made her a little bit happier so maybe she really could be friends with Caine. Turning back to see him she smiled and then looked back out at the water.
occ: sorry it sucks
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Post by Beau on Mar 29, 2008 17:24:35 GMT -5
Caine’s eyebrow raised slightly, the corner of his lip pulling up to make a lopsided smile. “California?” What he wouldn’t give to be there. He bet it was warm there, sunny, but he’d never been. He had no idea of the conditions there, anyways. New York City must’ve been the same as the beach, they weren’t far from it. “I was born and raised in Venizia.” Caine nodded with a sort of dignified expression, as though he were a proud immigrant. “Italy.” Looking back to the girl, he noticed she had her back turned to him. No doubt attempting to dry herself off, or at least he hoped. Caine wasn’t looking forward to a face full of sand, if that was what she was doing.
Yet, it still puzzled him that she had come out here for the beach. Didn’t New York City have beaches, some even better than this one? He turned to her, brow raised into his wet, dripping hair. “And you still live there?” He asked, accent nearly drowned out by a wave that had suddenly crashed beside him. “Or...?” Caine himself had only found out recently that the town he’d been living in for nearly a month was called Fairfield. Not once had he seen any sort of town sign, save the speed limits. Everything he passed was a blur on his motorcycle. The town was so small, it was almost embarrassing to say that he’d lived there.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 29, 2008 22:12:09 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow she looked at him, Italy? An interesting place she had heard, but Cassie had never gone out of the country. "I've never been out of the country. Italy is probably amazing." Then it came to her, what if Cassie had lived in Italy. She would probably have an accent and be much difference in appearance and her life could be different, completely. Taking another breath she sighed as well her gaze had fallen onto the water as teh waves came crashing at them. Her top had dried after being squeezed out but also from the sunshine that was coming out from the hidden clouds. Suddenly her thin body started to shake as a cold breeze settled through, right now those jeans and her sweatshirt would do good. Yet they sat in the suitcase in the car but she was to lazy to actually get up and get them.
"No. Actually I'm moving to some place called Fairfield. I got a job as a waitress." It was a soft voice but it hadn' been pushed out by teh waves, it was soft yet clearly spoken. Her five foot five body shivered as the breezes ran through. Cassie tried not to show the discomfort she had by the chills that ran through her body. Even though she was used to cold against bare skin, since she showered in ice cold water, it seemed odd for her to shake. With a deep breath she turned from the sight of the water splashing against the rocks farther out to see Caine.
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