Dance Academy discussion

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Kari ran along through the dry sand, kicking it up in his wake as he looked at his watch, checking his pulse and trying to get his heart rate up, his muscles bulging through his tight fit rash guard shirt.

He finally stopped after he came over a small hill, checking his pulse again as he ran through the wet, firm sand and into the shallows, enjoying the cold water lapping at his ankles as his muscular chest heaved.

Seeing the small dog run to the water and hearing her calls, Kari turned and ran for the dog, diving into the shin depth water and stopping the small dog from going further, gasping as the cold water washed over him.
He stood, turning and holding the dog out to her, running a hand through his wet hair.

He shook himself, glad he had chosen to wear a rash guard. "No problem," he smiled easily, shaking each leg out to keep his muscles from cramping after not cooling down.

Uttaranchal walks along the beach looking for Christian. She thought he might be surfing. Tara had his gauze in her hand. The gauze on her head was alittle red, but her head stopped bleeding now.

(Tara not whatever the word is in the beginning.)

((lol))
Christian rode a large wave toward the shore, his eyes looking past Tara. He was talking with a girl surfing next to him, laughing as the wave ended and he wound back up in the cold water, turning his board and starting to paddle back out.

Tara smiled. She is wearing a light blue sundress. She still has the gauze in her hand.

He ride another wave back and saw her, paddling back to shore and wading onto the wet sand. "Hey!" He smiled

"hey," Tara says. She holds the gauze in front of her. "I thought you might want this back," she says.

He waved it off, shaking the water from his hair. "Keep it"

"you sure?" she says. Tara looks at him. Tara looked at water shake from his hair.

Charlie walked slowly through the sand as she searched for the perfect spot to set her things down. Upon discovery, she let her things drop to the sand. In a swift movement she pulled off her coverup, revealing a purple, strapless bikini. Her attention shifted to the majestic waves crashing into the shore. As she watched their movements, she unconscienly buried her own feet into the cool sand. It was going to be a good day.

((Awkward my parents jr surprised me with a three week vaca so I won't be on for three weeks.. Jess -You should probably rp with someone else so you don't have to wait....))

"Perfect for surfing." Charlie answered in a bit of a daze. Slowly she rotated her head to see who the voice belonged to. It was a boy.. A cute boy. Charlie gave him a small grin, as she imagined surfing over the waves. Silently she tapped her fingers against her thigh, itching to get started.

Charlie scoffed playfully, nodding her had slowly. "Yes! I've been surfing ever since I was a little kid." As she spoke she turned behind her and grabbed onto her board. Once she had hold of it, Charlie straightened up and directed a curious look at the boy, "Have you?"

ღJεssღ wrote: "Alexander looked over ta the girl, nodding in agreement. "It really is." He glanced from her to the ocean and back. "Have you ever surfed before?" He asked curiously while his smile slowly began to..."

Olivia walked along the beach in an oversized yellow sweater and rolled up jeans, her wavy hair loose and blowing in the wind as she waded ankle deep in the ocean, her bare feet sinking in the sand as the tide came in and left. She glanced at the boy before fixing the sweater, pulling it back onto her shoulder.

Anna wrote: ""you sure?" she says. Tara looks at him. Tara looked at water shake from his hair."

Christian nodded, grabbing his board and pulling at the neck of his silver-gray rash guard. "Yeah. It's fine, training bra" he smirked over his shoulder.

Tara rolls her eyes. She starts to walk away from the beach. She had no reason to stay, so why stay?

Missouri strode over the sands quietly, mind working. Her hair blew in the soft breeze, mostly the right side seeing as it had the most hair. Her heterochromatic eyes were cast in an enlightening mood, and thus were the illusion of iridescent green. Licking her lips, she looked out towards the waves, ignoring just about anyone else who might be on the beach.

Christian caught a wave, standing on his board and feeling the rush of water and wave under him, walking along the board and doing a few other simple tricks, his eyes landing on the thin, pretty girl as his ride petered out in the shadows.

Missouri's footsteps faltered for a moment, or at least appeared to. Her mind had worked out the progresses of a song she'd been carrying up there for quite some time. The next moves that came with the silent beat were just as choppy, as they were meant to be before they hit a smooth inclination of turns. "You left me for somebody else," she murmured, the tune coming with the words in her mind.

Christian walked her, and his distraction, toppled off his board on the incoming tide, splashing her thoroughly before resurfacing, coughing up water.

Missouri froze as the water hit her, drenching her thoroughly. Lips pursed and eyes wide, she turned slowly to the culprit of her being splashed. "Last words," she inquired, voice strained.

He laughed, smiling toothily up at her and shrugging, hands up in innocence. "Uh...sorry?"

"Sorry, ain't gonna buy me a new jacket," Missouri hissed, "Dude, this is some seriously expensive leather right here." She removed her jacket, shaking out her hair as well. "I should kill you."

Christian stood, grabbing his board and standing it upright. "Oh, come on. Chill, I didn't mean to," he rolled his eyes, his white smile pleasing.

"A lot of people don't mean things, but it happens," Missouri retorted, "Did you pay ninety dollars for this? No, and are you going to? Yes."

Christian chuckled, rolling his eyes and running a hand through his wet hair. "Well, you are a real bi***, aren't you?" he laughed. He stood up, stretching. He was well defined, not overly so, and had a dragon tattoo weaving up his back. From her tank top, he could see her love of ink. "What if..I pay for a 90 dollar tattoo?" he offered with a devilish smile.

((Okay..how could he get her? Because it would be good drama with Tara))

((Hmm, that would create an excellent amount of drama))

"Run that by me again," Missouri spat, head cocked to the side, "I think you'd like to lose a couple teeth." She let her jacket slide down to the sand, hands now on her hips.

He groaned, his face sorrowful. "Whaddya want then?" He sighed, rubbing his neck. "I just thought it's be a..a fun way to repay you,"he grumbled, picking his board back up.
(I know!!))

"If you can pay ninety bucks for a tattoo, you can pay that same amount for a jacket," Missouri deadpanned, "Get to it, and pay up."

He smirked, his eyes traveling her body. "Whatever b****. I like you better without it,"he smirked at her tattoos, pulling his wallet from his bag.

"You're really gonna have stop calling me that, and I don't really what you like at this point," Missouri stated, holding out her hand for the money.

He roles his eyes, handing her the cash. "All better?" He asked in a patronizing voice

"Yeah, it is," Missouri replied, counting the money in her hand to be sure it was the right amount. Tucking it into her back pocket when she was done, she turned to walk away.

"Wait!" he called, standing up and looking at her, his eyes drinking her in. "You wanna go do something?" he suggested.

Missouri stopped, looking over her shoulder at him. "No," she replied, "I'd like to change and get some work done, seeing as I'll only be able to do that in my own dorm."

He laughed, picking his board up. "Whatever you say. Something tells me that's not what you want to be doing," he smirked.

"I want to change my clothes, and I want to finish off the routine you interrupted when you dowsed me in water," Missouri retorted, rolling her eyes.

SeaTheFiend wrote: ""I want to change my clothes, and I want to finish off the routine you interrupted when you dowsed me in water," Missouri retorted, rolling her eyes."

He rolled his eyes, picking his board up and turning away

Shaking her head, Missouri headed for her dorm as she mumbled profanity after profanity under her breath in complaint of her wet clothes.

ღJεssღ wrote: "Alice wrote: "Charlie scoffed playfully, nodding her had slowly. "Yes! I've been surfing ever since I was a little kid." As she spoke she turned behind her and grabbed onto her board. Once she had ..."

"Charlie." She spoke abruptly, as she lifted the board. With an edge of amusement her gaze returned to Alexander. "Despite my experience, I'm still not very good."' Charlie tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear as she talked, with her free hand.

Olivia sat with her toes in the lapping tide as she enjoyed the sun on her bronze skin. She was scantily clad, and laying on her stomach with her top undone, but how else was she supposed to prevent tan lines. The girl hummed a tune as she sighed and reapplied her tanning oil without moving her body.

Eveline laid nearby, not hearing or seeing Olivia. She laid in the sand her eyes closed. She felt the water ripple over her toes, and she smiled, glad to be on the beach again.

Olivia finished up and glanced over at the girl nearby. Wow. She felt a pang of guilt, as her parents had worked so hard to keep her away from liking girls, but the sight of Eveline sent a rush to the bottom of her stomach. "Hey" she called out, directing a gentle, sweet smile at the girl.

Eveline looked up at the other girl, sitting up. Oh god. The sight of Oliviasent shivers up her spine. She was beautiful. Eveline swallowed hard. "Hey," she said smiling her irresistible smile, waving at the girk. She motioned for Olivia to come over and sit with her.

Olivia smiled and leaned up, gathering her towel from under her in one fell swoop and pressing her hand to her large breasts to hold her strapless barely there tip in place. She laid the seam of her towel over Eveline's so there was no sandy border and resumed her position, hoping Eveline hadn't seen how tight her nipples had become. "So you fancy tanning do you?" She asked, mentally slapping herself for that stupid line.