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Post by ryan kate berkley on Mar 26, 2011 12:50:08 GMT -10
Ryan Kate Berkley ! her wet sandles made a some what humerous noise as she walked along the shore line. her golden locks blew with the wind. she'd listen to the sounds of the ocean, hands in her pockets. dare trotted by her side, happy to have her along with her on her daily walk. she moved her hands to her chilly arms, checking to make sure she was still there- and hadn't floated off like a bag in the wind. nobody was out here right now, in fact if she would've known she'd probably have rented out a horse from the local stable.
~* driftin through the wind, wanting to start again. *~
[/b][/color][/center] ryan wore her favorite yellow spaghetti-strap tanktop that seemed to make the sun seem dull. she wore daisy-dukes that were short enough to make her short legs seem long, and sexy. as for dare, she was wearing her usual poka-dotted bikini, which was specially made for her. ryan ran a hand through her hair, giggling to herself softly. '' who loves short-shorts? i love short-shorts '' and then ryan would move towards the water, hesitant at first, but then getting the couarge to put her feet in. her toes would sink into the soggy sand, small schools of fish running away from the unknown object. yeah, life was good.
~* come on, let your colors burst.*~
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&& hello, this is ryan berkley ,
&& broken 263 times ,
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Post by johnny von matterhorn on Mar 27, 2011 10:03:16 GMT -10
Johnny Von Matterhorn loved the sound produced by his flip-flops when it struck his feet, for reasons unknown. It was a breezy Thursday evening; probably late afternoon because the sun was in the process of setting. He wore baggy, khaki shorts, a pair of flip-flops and an unbuttoned silver silk shirt, revealing his eight packs. He admitted he was showing off, but who was he showing off for? The sleeves of his silver silk shirt were rolled up beyond his forearms. A pair of black Gucci sunglasses set well on his face as he scanned the bay of the beach. He’d set his backpack on the sand beside him that contained a few glasses of chilled root beer, his iPhone and some extra clothes.
Sighting no one in the area, Johnny walked westward, slinging his closed backpack over his shoulder. He might as well have gone home! In the middle of his westbound journey, he opened his backpack and got a root beer glass bottle out. Taking occasional sips of one of his favorite beverages, he walked on. He set the binoculars face-level and scanned the area. He spotted a girl dressed in yellow spaghetti-strap tank top, daisy dukes revealing short, sexy legs and sandals. Her golden locks blew with the wind. It wasn’t a bad day after all.
Johnny walked towards her, observing her actions as she hesitantly put her feet in to the water. He cleared his throat softly, mentally preparing for his favorite Australian accent. As he neared her, he smiled widely at her. “Well, hello there,” Johnny said out loud, perfectly executing an Australian accent, “It’s a g’day, isn’t it?”
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