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Post by bahamas on Oct 13, 2010 18:14:36 GMT -5
Beach.
Beach. Beach. Beach. Beach. Beach. Beach. Beach. BeachBeachBeachBeachBeachBeachBeach. Instantly Baha's little brown eyes lit up at the mentioning of a beach. "Really!? A beach!" Oh my gosh it was exactly what he needed right now, to get some sun and catch some waves bro. He didn't really care for the French Maid service though, sounded to kinky for him. And though he loved some fruit drinks, he couldn't have any the way he got bust-up last night. FFFF damn this woman! It still sounded shady b-but... there was a BEACH!
"I guess," he began, grabbing Morocco's sleeve. "We could go for awhile," but as soon as shit got weird he was gonna be out. Still, beaches and chocolate cake. What could go wrong? Not to mention he had Morocco with him, which made him feel a little better. "So what'daya say Suhail?" he asked, letting go of his sleeve.
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Post by morocco on Oct 13, 2010 18:28:58 GMT -5
omg yes! instantly as he said "for a little while," suhail would instantly pile himself into the car the woman drove. omg french maids. omg alcohol. IT WOULD BE LAST NIGHT ALL OVER AGAIN. or so he hoped. inside the car he kept his guard up though, hand lightly resting where he normally kept his gun, making sure to keep everette close - just incase suddenly the car stopped and they tried to kidnap him or something. totally didn't want that to happen. and seeing how he was the keeper of his virginity, it was his duty to protect his piece of ass. damn right.
eventually however, they made their way to the mansion - car parking in front of its flowing garden, and the white haired youth would look up upon it in awe. it was huge - yet an eerie silence seemed to whistle through it. suhail would also note that their surroundings were pretty much forest, as they were on a mountain. he took everette's hand by instinct, knitting his fingers between his and dragging the boy along protectively. "alright, we're going to the beach and the french maids must serve us. take us there." the woman would nod faintly, her booming smile somewhat faded now. they entered into the grand mansion, greeted by a few other guests and some servants.
"welcome to the banquet!" she would state, and a servant would be ordered to instantly take the two to the beach out back. after arriving, suhail simply stood at the steps as man planted palm trees flowed in the light breeze. the water was sparkling clear, and also looked man made, but still abundantly pleasant. ... except neither of them brought swimming trunks. "hey..." he would turn to the servant, "do y-- nevermind. just tell everyone i'm going to be pretty nude." he would state, deciding he didn't trust their clothing. it could have lice or something. he'd swim nude, fuck that.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 13, 2010 18:41:01 GMT -5
And here he was again. Like a little mindless sheep following it's herder he was dragged along with Suhail and this mysterious prize giving winner lady. He was alert though, because things like these hardly ever happen without some weird stuff going down. Yeah, he watched TV. He knew B( But he also took this as a sign of good fortune. Maybe they had just been lucky? Who knew for sure, but he was excited to get back to where he was most comfortable, the beach.
He got out of the card and ended up linking hands with Morocco (not by choice exactly but whatever. his hand was warm.) and dragged through the mansion. They were pretty nice he had to admit, but bunches of celebrities and famous people had vacation houses about this size back home, so it wasn't a big shock to him. When the arrived at the beach, his face instantly went into a smile and he threw his hands up in the air, letting go of Morocco. "AH! The beach, the beach, the beach!" he shouted excitedly.
It was so nice out too! Thankfully, Baha was always prepared to go to the beach. He quickly began to undress, leaving nothing but his boxers and he quickly turned to a maid and asked, "Hey, do you have a surfboard?" He was too busy wanting to surf to notice what Morocco had said.
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Post by morocco on Oct 13, 2010 18:52:30 GMT -5
well atleast suhail would take notice of bahamas, and with a slight smile he would say 'nevermind' to his idea of being nude. to be honest, he doubted he'd get in - but he didn't want to swim in his boxers, omg ew. so annoying. instead he sat himself down in a beach chair, taking off everything except his boxers as well, the sun above him warming his skin as he closed his eyes and relaxed. a servant found a surf board from inside, and two french maids served morocco some pineapple drink (he made sure to have someone else drink it first in case it was spiked or poisoned), and after a nice plate of tropical fruits and delicious grilled foods would be given.
maybe they were just lucky, after all.
"don't go too far out, eve. i can't shoot anyone who might try to kidnap you if i can't see you." morocco made sure to warn, and went back to enjoying himself... gun at his side.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 13, 2010 19:42:38 GMT -5
The boy grabbed the board with haste and held it over his head, starting to run out to the water before coming to the halt as the white haired boy warned him. He pouted slightly and said, "Yeah yeah.." And with that he took off into the water. When he first got in, he immediately ran back, shivering. "C-COLD," he whined, before running back in. Yeah he was kinda stupid, but he'd do anything to go surfing. He jumped on the board and started swimming out a little farther to get a good wave.
Baha knew that if he wanted great waves he'd have to go far out, but he didn't want to disobey Morocco. Especially at the mentioning that he had a gun. He had to admit, that was pretty baws. He always wanted to learn how to use a gun, but was always too afraid to hold it. Morocco defiantly had balls then.
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Post by morocco on Oct 13, 2010 20:41:45 GMT -5
of course suhail had a gun. i mean, lets not forget that he once ruled spain, portugal, and almost france - along with some other areas within the northern african province. the islamic empire, morocco had been the center piece of it all after some years had passed. therefore, morocco was capable of shooting a gun, killing multiple people, and not giving a shit. seeing as baha was a resort nation, he doubted the boy even had military training. his eyes opened as he peered down at everette surfing, noticing that the waves weren't as spectacular at a closer distance - to which he felt slightly bad for restricting him thus. "bring me a surf board." he sighed, getting up and taking the board when it was brought, and began to make his way out towards everette. "want to go further down?" he would ask, sitting on his board next to his bottom bitch companion, giving a soft smile.
why was he so considerate, damnit.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 13, 2010 21:30:29 GMT -5
"Huh?" he said, surprised as his friend appeared next to him. "Oh sure!" His tone had lifted slightly now, his eyes larger now that he could catch some sicker waves. But.. "Do ya know how to surf jack?" a small smile on his face. He had never seen or heard Morocco mention anything about surfing. Was he coming out here just for him or something?
He'd be happy to teach him if he couldn't.
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Post by morocco on Oct 14, 2010 3:14:21 GMT -5
there was a blank stare from suhail. did he reaally just ask if morocco knew how to surf? "... i live at the coast of africa." he would simply state, his frown permanent on his face. soon however, he would begin to go out deeper, motioning for everette to follow. eventually a wave would come up, and the young north african would glance towards baha as he waited for him to take the lead - so that he could follow after his start. he wasn't exactly the 'greatest' surfer, considering he wasn't a cali boy, but hey. he had some skill.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 15, 2010 21:00:58 GMT -5
Of course he did.
Baha just smiled blankly. This is why he needed to take geography or at least take the time to look at a shittin' map or something. He had no idea where any of these countries were located besides America, Chile, all those other islands around him and Mexico (only because there were his neighbors). But Jesus that was one way to make things awkward. Didn't even know the location of a country he slept with. So Eve said nothing and just followed after Morocco as he went deeper down.
He saw a big wave come up, slight excitement in his stomach as he finally got to catch some knockin' waves. He saw the motion that he should take the lead, and so he did. Baha let the wave roll towards him before flipping around and swimming away. He'd slowly ride the wave before standing up on his board and surfing. Ah, how long it had been since he had gone out surfing! The sea breeze, the few moments of just gliding on the water, and the wind in his hair. It was the best. He was actually glad he came.
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Post by morocco on Oct 16, 2010 0:13:36 GMT -5
suhail was none the less pleased that everette seemed happy - and it appeared his headache had went away. a slight smile was on his face as he watched him begin, and following his lead he would also stand with bent knees on his board, though not as gracefully as the carribeans. soon they would be back to the start after successfully riding it, and with a slight chuckle morocco's laughter filled the air, the two going back out over and over and catching more waves. time would continue to pass like this until the horizon showed that the sun was going down... which.. totally changed from them staying for 'a little' to staying all day.
"i think we should go." he would state, and after they got to the beach the boy would shake his hair a bit, making sure to shake a bit of it at everette like a dog would. with a confident smirk, he wrapped an arm around the boys shoulder and tugged him in, cuddling. "this is so we don't end up getting cold." totally. totally. anyways, suhail would lead them to the mansion's back double doors, and walking inside he would glance around warily. "hello?"
absolutely no one, and nothing was there.
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