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Post by Wes Leer on Oct 27, 2008 23:11:53 GMT -5
"Ursula! Ezra! Let's go, girls!" Wes called out to his two beloved pooches, two leashes in his hand. The sound of nails on linoleum sounded from the kitchen as two full-grown Irish Setters raced each other to their master, both overly-excited at the idea of some early-morning exercise.
Since his days in the military, Wes was used to getting up at 5:00 AM every morning; so he decided to feed this habit by exercising his dogs at that time. They loved to run just as much as Wes did, if not more. It was their routine.
He hooked the dogs up and opened the door. They were very well-trained, they did not pull him forward, but instead waited for him to brace himself. "Let's go," he repeated, this time more quietly. Two red tails wagged happily. He gripped the leashes in his hands and jogged down his front stairs and out onto the sidewalk. The street was dead at this hour; everyone was still in bed.
Thirty minutes later, Wes and the dogs arrived at the coast. They visited a new place every day, but had frequented the coast quite often. It was all three of their favorite.
He released the leashes but left them clipped and Ursula and Ezra bolted for the shore, Ezra finding stray stick and wrestling Ursula for ownership of it. Wes smiled at the playful nature of canines and sat on a large log. It was one of a series of logs that formed a circle, surrounding a charred pit of burnt wood. Wes assumed it was leftovers from a highschool or college get-together. He smiled fondly at the days that he himself had been apart of such beachside gatherings.
Suddenly though Wes was not alone on the beach. He could sense someone coming up behind him, and he turned quickly to look at them, apprehensive.
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 6, 2008 18:29:10 GMT -5
Vanessa blinked her dark blue eyes open. Beside her, the radio was feeding sweet melodies into the room. She yawned, raising her hands above her head and pointing her toes as she stretched. Climbing out of bed, she stood before her mirror. Her longs legs were bare save for the short pj bottoms that barely reach a quarter down her toned thighs. Her flat stomach was covered in a simple white tank top, which did little to mask her black bra. She sang along with the radio as she rummaged through draws for something she could wear for a good long run. She found a pair of black shorts - very much like the pj bottoms she was currently wearing - and a matching black tank. She traded one outfit for the other and came out looking very much like she had - just in black and not white, and her bra wasn't visible. Moving quickly, she grabbed an apple from the bowl, and left the small apartment.
For a while, Vanessa just meandered about, crunching into the apple and being rewarded with sweet juice dripping down her chin. When she had only the core left, she threw the core in a conveniently placed garbage can before wiping her mouth and starting to jog. For reasons unknown, Vanessa found herself jogging down the shore. She glanced down when she felt water lap at her toes. Shit, she'd forgotten shoes - again. After a moments annoyance, she shrugged. Oh, well. If she decided to shift, it'd be helpful not to lost shoes along with her clothing. She kept a steady pace, letting her mind wander from here to there but never focusing on anything. In the middle of a daydream, sharp barks startled Vanessa back to reality. She slowly, shaking her head, and let her eyes wander.
Gotcha. Two beautiful Irish Setters were playing in the water. Vanessa scanned the shoreline and almost missed the man sitting on the logs. She jogged towards him, eyes focused on his back. She slowed just as she got to the logs, and stopped short when he turned. A human. Tilting her head, Vanessa spoke in her velvety voice. "You know, any minute a bunch of high-school kids could come down and ambush you for sitting on their logs." She walked around the log he was sitting upon and found her own log, across from him. She lifted a stick that had been discarded and twirled it once, twice, before poking at the charred remains of the last trip to the circle of logs. She dropped the stick and rolled her shoulders to loosen them up a bit after her run, smiling at the man as she did so.
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Post by Wes Leer on Nov 7, 2008 0:31:54 GMT -5
Wes instantly slackened to see that he had nothing to be afraid of; the intruder was merely a fellow jogger by the looks of her clothing, and a fairly harmless-looking one at that.
"You know, any minute a bunch of high-school kids could come down and ambush you for sitting on their logs." She told him, and Wes had to chuckle under his breath and shake his head in amusement at that.
"No, I don't think I'm in any danger. There's no way highschool kids wake up this early." He reflexively turned his head to check the dogs, whom were both now bounding into the water, Ezra holding a stick high in the air and trying to keep it away from Ursula. He smiled and turned his gaze back onto the woman. He now took in her entire appearance; she was very gorgeous, he noted, as she sat down in front of him in the circle. She was blonde and slender, obviously she went running often, since she was so trim. When his eyes found her feet, though, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"You ran here, right?" he asked, amused. "You must have feet of steel to be able to run without shoes."
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 7, 2008 17:21:50 GMT -5
Vanessa considered what he'd said. True, most normal high school students didn't get up this early - especially not to have a party at the beach. But, then, Vanessa wasn't normal, and she wasn't a high school student. She followed his gaze to the setters once again and smiled wanly. She'd never had a dog. She was too young when she lived in England to remember a dog, and New York City hadn't been a condusive environment for a dog to live in. When she was moving from house to house in her late childhood - early teenage years, the 'families' had little room for all the children they took on, let alone a dog. The Williams' had asked her if she wanted a dog, but she'd declined, for she felt as though she'd be leaving long before she actually did. Sad, really, that she'd had to leave them so quickly. But, it had been necessary. She looked back to him, brows raised as she listened to his question.
Feet of steel? She glanced down at her bare feet and smiled. She wriggled them in the sand and looked at him. "I do not have feet of steel. I'm just used to not having shoes on. I don't notice it anymore. Plus, it's just sand." She waved towards the shoreline, smirking playfully. Looking down again, she considered her feet. "Actually... I think they're quite soft." She tilted her head, her long blonde tresses sliding over her shoulder. Her teal-colored toenails sparkled in the sun. Finally, a bit self-concious, she buried her feet in the sand and glared at him, but her smile gave away her lack of seriousness about being angry or annoyed. "Don't look at my feet, mister.
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Post by Wes Leer on Nov 18, 2008 12:03:49 GMT -5
OOC: Just a reminder, more people can jump on this thread. I think it'd be a little cool to have a ring of people sitting around the spent fire.  ------------------------------- Wes put his hands up with feigned-defeat. "Alright, alright. I will not question your feet again." He grinned, but regarded Vanessa a little more awkwardly now. She had been way too defensive about her feet, especially since he had only been joking to begin with. "So," he said, eager to change the subject. "What brings you out this early? I'm usually the only one out here when I come."------ OOC: Sorry so short. I'll do better next time. |
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