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insertmeathere2009-10-26 09:51 pm
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OPEN RP POST
The sun in shining!
The waves are crashing!
The seagulls are taking your hotdogs like the cocky b*tches they are!

IT'S BEACH PARTY TIME!
There's volleyball, fire pits, surfing and sandcastles!
GO HAVE FUN ON YOUR SHORE LEAVE MEATSHIP DENZIENS! STACY LOVES YOU EXTRA TODAY!
The seagulls are taking your hotdogs like the cocky b*tches they are!

IT'S BEACH PARTY TIME!
There's volleyball, fire pits, surfing and sandcastles!
GO HAVE FUN ON YOUR SHORE LEAVE MEATSHIP DENZIENS! STACY LOVES YOU EXTRA TODAY!

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She pauses a moment. "Besides. Most evil people have more scars."
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Oh hello, have a Vega. You'd better not be messing with his friends, Kelly! D:
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"You were desecrating a piece of history, kid."
She nods somberly to Lily. "You have to admit, it's possible."
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He gets distracted by the gargoyle.
"Whats this?"
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"Well, you should advise him to be more respectful."
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No, of course not.
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He grumps a little bit, but looks up at Goliath.
"Why are you doing that?"
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She raises a brow at the coloring. "Are you really sure you should be doing that?"
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"There isn't any reason to not color it, besides, a rainstorm will wash it all off. Or a few buckets of water." And Sherry Redfield-Kennedy is still Queen of the Mountain.
Have some purple eyes, Goliath.
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And the stone beneath Sherry's chalk cracks.
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Uh-oh.
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Also, that stone exterior? Flying every which way. So much for art.
Also, yawning? Translates to ECHOING ROAR OF what sounds very much like RAGE.
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"Sherry!"
But now she's scrambling forward across the sand at almost top speed towards the (ex-)statue.
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Running them a safe distance she looks them over, not letting them down just yet. "Are you all okay?" And yeah, that did just happen very very fast.
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Also, Kelly, she wants to run as fast as you do some day.
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"JalapeƱa, who turned on all this light?!"
He tries to look out from behind his wings again, then aborts the attempt. Is this the sun? It was a hell of a lot less painful last time he saw it, between the sunrise coming on slowly and him being imbued with godly might and all.
He looks down at the shattered remains of his own skin on the sand around him. He picks up a red-smeared fragment.
". . . and who was coloring on me?"
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"The sun is up, yet I am awake," he says. Does he know this girl? No, no he does not. "I do not understand."
At least he isn't tearing them limb-from-limb for the coloring. Right? Riiiight?
". . . But I will find this 'guy with an S on his shirt,' and give him a piece of my mind!"
And he CRUSHES THE STONE SKIN IN HIS MASSIVE TALONED HAND.
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