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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 13:18:05 GMT -5
*Storm sighed as she walked out onto the sandy shore of the beach. It was a bit cold out, but that could easily be fixed. However, she wasn’t going to fix it until she was confident that she had aquired the best spot on the beach. She layed out her blanket on the sand and put her beach bag on the ground next to her blanket.*
*Ro gazed up at the cloudy sky and her eyes whited over, the clouds sweeping away across the sky and out towards the ocean, leaving a bright blue sky with a warming yellow sun to light the golden sand on the beach. She sat down on her blanket and put on a bit of sunscreen before taking off her blue sundress to reveal her white bikini. The students would probably pass out if they saw her, but having spent so many years with some of the tribes in Kenya she had grown accustom to wearing things such as she wore now, only as actual clothing rather than swimwear. That was probably why she liked going to the beach so much.*
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Post by logan on Apr 6, 2009 15:16:37 GMT -5
::he wanted to take a walk along the beach to clear his head of somethings that have been going on. He's been looking into the reports that were put into the files on Cerybro. It seemed like things were growing around the world, and he could almost smell the scent of another war coming. He walked to the window and looked out at the clouds, knowing it was going to rain.
When he saw the clouds parting, he could only smile. Storm obviously liked the weather about as much as he did. He walked up to his room and packed up a few things before heading down to the beach. When he reached the sand, he took off his shirt and just walked along the shore in his trunks. After finding a good spot, he set his bag down and ran towards the water. He decided he would set up his spot after he swam a little. He could use the exercise anyway::
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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 15:23:54 GMT -5
*Storm heard someone else walking down the beach, the sand slightly sifting beneath their feet as they walked along. She looked out into the ocean, seeing that it was clear, and shockingly still for the the body of water that it was. Not liking the silence, she blew lightly into the air and a small breeze picked up, tossing her hair about slightly. It wasn’t a strong wind, but if one wanted to they would be able to fly a kite.*
*Storm gazed down the beach, seeing a figure heading her way who looked fairly familiar. She shook her head and decided to forget about it and pulled an iPod out of the bag next to her. She placed the buds into her ears and turned on the music and closed her eyes to enjoy the bright day on the beach by herself before the crowds started filing in, which she had no doubt that they would.*
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Post by logan on Apr 6, 2009 15:27:53 GMT -5
::after a while of swimming, he made his way back onto the beach and shook off some of the water. He walked to his bag and pulled out a towel, using it to dry him off before laying it out on the sand. He sat down on the sand before reaching into a bag and pulling out a book he had been reading. He didn't mind the fact that he would get tanned or burned, because he knew it would just be gone in a while anyway. After a while he reached into his bag and pulled out his cigars, ligting one up and taking a drag from it before continuing with his book::
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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 15:34:19 GMT -5
*The figure had gotten a great deal closer to her and she was surprised to see that she actually did know who it was. She wondered what Logan was doing at the beach, but she wasn’t really worried about anything. Faith could handle the school for a few hours. She wondered why he couldn’t smell her or anything, but she she realized that the wind was heading in her direction, which would have sent her scent away from him rather than towards him.*
*She put on her sunglasses and smirked when she saw him pull out a book. Without having to do anything, the wind picked up, just enough to pick up the book out of his hands and sent it flying down the beach. She kept her head tucked into her arms, ready to close her eyes and simply act as if she had been napping if he were to chase the book down, which was now a good fifteen feet beyond her.*
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Post by logan on Apr 6, 2009 15:51:32 GMT -5
::he was taking another drag from his cigar when he noticed the wind picking up. He set his book down only to have it go flying down the beach. Cursing under his breath, he chased after it, but in the process dropped his cigar into the sand. Another soft curse and he chased after the book further. He finally was able to catch up to it and pick it up. He dusted it off and looked at who it landed next to. He was more than just a little suprised to see Storm laying on the beach, looking pretty good as well::
Glad to see we both can get out once in a while.
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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 15:57:42 GMT -5
*She tried to not laugh as he started running down the beach towards her to retreive his book. Storm smirked and shook her head and turned off her iPod once he ran past her to get the book she had stolen from him in a sense. It was a bit impossible to notice that he was looking at her, but she wasn’t really embarassed, she just found it funny. She shrugged at his greeting to her.*
“I made it just too nice of a day to resist a trip to the beach.”
*She quirked a brow at him.*
“So are you going to get your things and join me down here or would you rather be alone at the beach?”
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Post by logan on Apr 6, 2009 16:05:34 GMT -5
I'm sure that's not all you did while you were here
::thought he may not look it, he knew that the wind didn't just pick up as quickly as it did. He also knew that she was the one that caused his book to fly past her by "accident". When she asked about him joining her, he turned and headed back to his things. He did his best to make it look like he decided to be alone, but instead he gathered up his things and settled himself next to her. After he sat down on the towel, he looked to her::
You owe me a cigar by the way
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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 16:11:49 GMT -5
*She smirked at this, knowing his meaning instantly. She wasn’t going to deny that she had stolen his book from him, but she had a feeling that he would forgive her for it soon enough.*
“I wasn’t going to yell at you. I had to get you down here somehow.”
*As he arrived once more with all of his things in tow and informed her that he was determined to get a cigar back from her after he had dropped it out of his own clumsyness. She simply smirked at this that readjusted the strap to her suite before sitting up and reaching into her back and pulling out a brownpaper bag and holding it out to him.*
“Would you take my sandwich instead?”
*She offered sweetly, smiling and batting her eyelashing jokingly at him as she waited for his response.*
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Post by logan on Apr 6, 2009 16:19:21 GMT -5
You sure know how to get a man's attention that's for sure.
::he tried to make it look like he wasn't watching when she adjusted her strap. But when she held her sandwich bag out to him he laughed a little and shook his head. Taking the bag, he reached in and took out the sandwich. He extened one of his claws and cut the sandwich in half, using the towel to clean the claw off before retracting it. He took one half while giving the other half to her::
I'll share it with you, that ok?
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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 16:27:06 GMT -5
*Ororo smirked and shook her head at him, tucking her legs under her, doing her best to keep sand off of the blanket.*
“How exactly do you mean ‘I know how to get a man’s attention’? Are you talking about me blowing your book away or are you talking about my swimming suite because I’m either going blind or you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of it.”
*Storm sighed and shook her head before reaching out to take the half of the sandwich that he was holding out to her.*
“I’m only going to eat this half if I don’t have to buy you a stupid cigar. I’ll steal you a hookah or something, but I’m not getting you a cigar. They taste really gross.”
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Post by logan on Apr 6, 2009 16:34:36 GMT -5
::he shrugged when she asked how he ment getting his attention::
A little of both
::he laughed when she took the half and told him she'd steal him a hookah. He shook his head at the offer, not really liking the idea::
Don't worry, I've got more where they came from anyway
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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 16:42:57 GMT -5
*She laughed full heartedly and shook her head.
“Well it’s just a good thing to know I’m not going blind then.”
*she shook her head and took a small bite out of the sandwich before speaking.*
“Alright, but if you go all woman on me and declare that I owe you a cigar because of what happened today three years from now you’ll regret it.”
*Ororo took another bit and raised a brow at him.*
“Just wondering, why are you sitting on a towel when I have a giant blanket right here? If you would rather sit on the towel that’s fine, but there’s plenty of room.”
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Post by logan on Apr 6, 2009 16:49:20 GMT -5
Because I didn't know if you'd want my company that close to you.
::he smiled at her, knowing that they were closer than they were now last night. He was just glad that they were still going to be alone for now. He moved onto the blanket next to her, picking up the suntan lotion and putting some on his hands. He then moved behind her and began to rub the lotion on her back. He knew that she probly managed to get all of her body, but the back was always the hardest to get::
Don't worry, I don't plan on going all woman on anybody anytime soon
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Post by storm on Apr 6, 2009 16:56:53 GMT -5
*When his hands landed on her back and began spreading the lotion over it she jumped, not because he was touching her, but because she wasn’t expecting his hands to be cold, wet and slimy. Storm smirked at him and shook her head, looking over her shoulder to see him.*
“We were a whole lot closer than this last night.”
*She reminded him jokingly before turning to face him after he had finished lathering lotion on her back.*
“It seems like the more we see each other the less dressed I become. It’s sounds insane, but it’s really true. The time before last night, I was fully clothed, last night I was in a tank top and short shorts and now….I’m less than a yard of fabric away from being naked.”
*She laughed and shook her head.*
“Let’s just hope that this cycle will end or the next time you see me I’ll probably be in my shower.”
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