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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 9:22:00 GMT -5
Michael lay on his back, his white jacket. Rubbing against the sand, he reached into the card holder on his side. He pulled it out, and flip through his cards. "Zombies, the worlds greatest weapon." he thought, as he sat up. And put the cards back in his card holder. He moved his hand through his brown hair, as he watched the waves hit the shore. It was a rather nice thing to watch.
Michael wonder that if he waited long enough, if he'd see the sunset.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 11:14:27 GMT -5
Locke took a sharp intake of breath as her head resurfaced. She had been practicing her techniques underwater, while doing a little speed-swimming. The albino Brit couldn't have explained why she enjoyed the beach so much lately, but what could ya do? Her attention was turned instantly toward the teenage boy laying on the beach, and her curiosity took over. With a few swift strokes, Locke had made her way to the beach. She walked onto the sand, wondering if the stranger would be distracted from his thoughts by the sight of a tall woman in a tight one-piece bathing suit.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 11:24:30 GMT -5
Michael sighed, as he heard footsteps. He turned around, and his mouth hung open. He quickly closed it, well if today wasn't his lucky day. One hot girl on the beach. Michael smiled, "Hello my names Michael, and yours must be beautiful." he said, giving a small bow. Yeah corny pick up lines, that was all he could come with at that moment. The young browned haired boy, took a step towards the woman. His flirting nature taking over, as he gave other charming smile.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 11:30:56 GMT -5
"Well done," Locke replied, playing along for the moment. Besides fighting and Duel Monsters, denying guys was her favorite game. "You've managed to guess my middle name, but my given name's Dangerous." This statement came with a smile of the Brit's own design, an expression that said, 'C'mon, I won't bite more than your jugular...'
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 11:36:28 GMT -5
Michael laughed, "I don't mind danger much." he said, rubbing the back of his head. The feeling of being turned down hit, the teenager. He didn't mind it much, always other fish in the sea. But he was still going to flirt, it was just like him. Michael smirked, "So besides, looking good in a bathing suit, what are you doing at the beach?" he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 11:57:32 GMT -5
Locke's smile grew into a grin, one that managed (just barely) to remain under the level of 'wicked'. She stepped back a bit and put her hands on her shapely hips.
"The suit's for practicality, really," explained the albino. "As for what I'm doing here..." She thought for a moment, deciding to go with more of a vague hint. "Why don't I show you?"
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 12:02:25 GMT -5
Michael smirked, as he wonder what she was going to do. It went it to place, it probably shouldn't have. But you know life's never that good. He sighed, "Yeah go for sexy." he said, rubbing the back of his head again. Yup he sure was a charmer, in some completely different world maybe. But here, he was just a teenage boy, who's hormones are out of control.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 12:22:59 GMT -5
The grin had officially rocketed beyond wicked levels. Locke brushed the hair away from one pale blue eye and licked her lips.
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." she said, walking forward slowly. This Michael kid had no control over his own thoughts, and it would lead to a quick and painful beating for him. The Brit almost felt sorry for him.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 12:29:08 GMT -5
Wait.....it soon began to click to Michael. The slow walking, and the girl telling him. "Don't say I didn't warn you" he gulped, yeah he knew what was about to happen. And it wasn't a kiss, or anything of that nature. He could really get himself into tight spots sometimes. Michael wasn't one to hit a girl, so whatever happened happened. "Do me favor, try not to make it hurt to much." he said, kiddingly. If came down to it, he'd fight back.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 12:34:58 GMT -5
Locke pouted at Michael's request, keeping her course toward him. She did not appreciate mercy favors. However, something about the boy's tense position gave her hope that he might fight back after a bit. In an instant, her walk was a dash, and her right fist was driving toward the spot between the right side of his chest and his right shoulder. If Michael didn't defend himself, the attack would almost completely disable his right arm.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 16:42:55 GMT -5
Michael waited, and then as he went punch him. He ducked, he let out a breath of relief. As he sided stepped, "I'm not gonna hit you." he said, as he rolled his golden eyes. This was gonna be bad, to bad he couldn't duel his way out of this. Oh if he could she'd being begging him to stop. But sadly, he didn't think she would go for that. So now all he could was dodge, and hope to God he didn't get hit.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 16:48:27 GMT -5
The pout seemed absolutely stuck on as Locke retracted her fist. She pushed the hair out of both eyes, so as to show Michael her disappointment in full.
"If you don't hit back, then what sort of fight is it?" asked the albino. "I'm not gonna kick your horny ass unless you'll at least try to hit me in return."
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 16:54:29 GMT -5
Michael shook his head, "You see, I don't hit women." he said. Michael took his hand, and moved it through his hair. "So we're at stand still." said Michael. as he smiled. He'd hit her, if she kept going. But that was the last thing he wanted. The thought of it, made him shudder. That was just something, he absolutely didn't wanna do. His golden eyes looked around, looking for away. If he ran, he'd probably end up on the sand.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 17:06:09 GMT -5
Locke brought up a slender hand to play with a strand of snowy hair, contemplating his statement. Her first impulse was to forget it and walk away, but she had the feeling that there was more fight in him than that.
"See, I'm disinclined to believe all that..." countered the albino. Without waiting for another response, Locke dashed again, tilting her body to weave a sleek half-moon shape in the sand around Michael. When she had arrived behind him, she lifted one of her long legs in the air in a fluid kick at his back. It wasn't aimed at his kidneys or anything, just an attack aimed to get him to fight back.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 17:14:28 GMT -5
Her leg hit his back hard, and Michael kneeled over. "Damn!" he said, that hurt. He groaned, as he got up. And turned around, "God, you can hit." he said. Patting his fist into his hand, "But...." he dashed. And brought his fist towards her gut. Yeah after a hit like that, he wasn't just gonna take it. But whatever happened, happened. Michael just didn't see why, she wanted to fight.
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