http://sparklemagpie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sparklemagpie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2009-10-26 09:51 pm

OPEN RP POST

The sun in shining!
The waves are crashing!
The seagulls are taking your hotdogs like the cocky b*tches they are!


Dreamland Beach - Bali

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!

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"N-no, it didn't, but," Miku quailed. She wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh, cry, or keep flailing like she was. "I didn't mean to knock you over!"

Miku pulled herself up and helped up Steve (as best she could, anyway), her face thoroughly pink.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2009-10-29 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
There was still a goofy smile plastered on his face as he accepted the help up, then paused to once again set his hair to rights out of his eyes.

"It's cool. I was kind of hot anyway," he joked.

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She sighed in relief; at least he wasn't upset with her sudden attack. "We could fix this with ice cream," Miku pointed out and tugged him after her, towards the shore. "And hopefully not more sea creatures."

...It was about then she realized she still had his hand and let go quickly. Whoops.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2009-10-29 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, let's go," Steve agreed. That had been the original plan anyway. Before a cute girl jumped into his arms. And held his hand. And oh wow, did it get brighter and hotter out here or what? Must just be that sunburn kicking in... yeah.

"They can't, uh, they can't follow you up on the beach. Except the crabs," he went on. What in the hell are you even saying? God...

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe a giant squid," Miku added, confused as to where the words were coming from. Was she possessed? Maybe the sun was making her stupid.

Hey, there were weirder beliefs where she came from.

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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2009-10-29 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or a land shark... Yuck. I hope it wasn't a giant squid that touched your leg just now," he said, shuddering. Steve still had a rather large dislike of tentacles. Most people who encountered Umbrella shared this dislike.

It was official. This might have been the dumbest conversation Steve had ever taken part in. But at least she seemed to be enjoying it too, rather than desperately looking along the beach for something to serve as a distraction while she ran away from him, screaming.

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I... I really hope it wasn't." Miku replied and stepped onto dry sand. Safety, thank heavens. "But, I think we'd have more problems if that were the case." The runniosis of the dumb didn't seem to be cured by lack of seawater, it looked like.

Another topic, then, "You know, usually, the people I know don't like sweet things." It wasn't 'manly' or whatever Yuu had said once when they'd gotten crepes.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2009-10-30 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Steve hugged his arms over his chest to stay warm out of the water. "Nah, I'm not worried about some oversized seafood. I think all of us could take care of it pretty easy." He was able to avoid mentioning he'd shoot it off of her in a second.

"What's wrong with sweet things?" he asked. "If you leave out sweet things you leave out dessert."

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh... I don't know, if something's too sweet, it can ruin a meal." Which meant no chocolate volcanoes for Miku. It was still a weird, awkward kind of conversation, but for now, it seemed to suit. Some of the color faded from her cheeks, now that she didn't have to worry about running into him or accidentally violating some personal space issue.