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Post by abs on Apr 15, 2011 23:44:47 GMT 10
Sometimes, Abigail Stone just needed to feel free. Life was constraining, and it weighed her down. While a lot of people found her life-style in general one of frivolity, it really wasn’t enough for the young woman. Every so often she needed to get out of her skin for a while, She needed to do something completely out of the ordinary or her skin would start to itch and a completely restless feeling would set in. That was when Abby was most dangerous, when she was feeling restless. She looked for outlets, and often found them in the wrong places, things, or even people. She often times did things that hurt others, or herself. Or things that got her into trouble. It would be a lie to say she had never been arrested before, though she was never charged for anything, and didn’t have a record. Still though, she was known to the police force around Capeside, and they often expected to find her at the source of any drunken crime that was reported. She’d never been one to take much notice of the law though, even as a teenager she’d gone out of her way to upset authority figures.
This was tame, compared to what she could have been getting up to. It seemed fitting though. She’d been laying in bed, her feet itchy and her skin feeling like it was crawling. There hadn’t been much of a warning of this bout of restlessness. She had just woken up at two am, half hung-over and feeling claustrophobic. Opening a window hadn’t helped though, so Abby had just laid there in her underwear and a t-shirt, tossing and turning for a few hours. Trying to sooth her jumpy skin. She’d considered taking something, but she didn’t have anything around the house, and it was probably too late to go find someone who had something so that wasn’t an option, and her foggy mind hadn’t really been in any position to think of anything more creative. So she was cursed to just lay there and toss and turn. Even her clothes felt binding. She needed to be naked. Maybe a shower would help? The idea of water appealed to Abby, but a shower was so mundane. Then it hit here. Where was the perfect place to be free? The ocean. Of course. Feeling herself smile, Abigail sat up. It was still dark outside, so she didn’t bother much with clothes. Just shorts on over her underwear and some shoes.
Grabbing her house keys, Abby slipped out of the apartment. The fresh air was nice. Taking a deep breath in, she felt herself calm even at the idea of what she was going to do. Her skin tingled in the cold night are as she stretched her legs, picking up speed into a gentle job. The blonde liked jogging. It cleared her mind. Or at least, she thought it did. Sometimes the idea that something had a particular affect on you was more effective than the action in the first place. There were a lot of placebos in Abigail’s life, but she wasn’t going to get into that with anyone. It was a short jog to the water. Anything was a short treck to the water in Capeside. She’d worked up her heart-rate a little by jobbing, gotten her blood pumping. Which helped with her hang over. Still though, she was feeling rather cloudy. Then, what else was new for Abby? She was used to that feeling. Slowing to a stop before she hit the sand, Abigail slipped off her shoes. Holding them in one hand as she walked slowly down the sand towards the water. Eyes watching the raves roll in, as the sky started to lighten.
Watching the sun rise was only going to be a perk for Abigail, though it was welcomed none the less. Stopping when she was close enough, Abby set down her shoes, tossing her key inside one. She them slipped off her shirt, shorts and underwear. She stood for a moment, feeling the dawn air on her skin for a moment. She’d have to remember this for future moments when she needed to sooth her restlessness. Smiling softly to herself, the blonde took off down the sand. Entering the water at a run, and diving into the deeper waters. She felt a wave crash over her, bringing with it an intense sense of release. God. It felt good. Closing her eyes, Abby embraced the feeling. Letting a new wave break around her. Tears stung her eyes, and she couldn’t even pinpoint why. It was as though when the waves rolled out, they took with them all the dirt and grime from her soul. She knew it wouldn’t last forever, but she was thankful to at least have this moment.
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Post by katy on May 16, 2011 4:25:21 GMT 10
 In just the three short years that Josiah had lived in Capeside, he was certain he’d found his true love. No, not a person. Sadly, that had yet to happen. But at least he had time. Josiah’s love was more than just an idle romance with some cute boy at the moment. He had fallen in love with the beaches. He wasn’t even much of a swimmer, but it was relaxing to be there. And, when you’re up at three AM writing out homework assignments, relaxing is a very good thing. Although his house wasn’t right on the marina or anything of the sort, it didn’t take long to get there on foot. With a notebook and biology textbook tucked under one arm and his other hand buried in his pocket, Josiah found himself heading towards Heart’s Desire Beach almost unconsciously. Oddly enough, the early mornings are incredibly quiet… and yet, at the same time, completely not quiet. Closer observation would reveal that there was actually a lot of noise. Someone’s dog was parking a few yards away, crickets hummed melodically from all around, and the subtle roar of the ocean was constant background ambience. But, no people. Most weren’t crazy enough to be up this early and especially not out wandering the streets; most were tucked away in bed and dreaming sweet, wonderful dreams. Not Josiah. There was work to do and the sand of the beach sounded like the best place to do it.
The plan wasn’t entirely thought out. If Josiah had thought about the in’s and out’s he would’ve brought a flashlight or something of the sort to tide him over until the sun had actually risen. It wasn’t exactly pitch black out, but it certainly wasn’t shining like noon time. Reading the fine print of a biology text book was trying enough on his eyes; now he had to factor in the darkness before the dawn. Giving it a moment of thought, though, he decided that within twenty minutes it would be bright and shimmering. By the time he got to the edge of the beach, the sun had already started to poke its head over the horizon. Pausing behind the short rope fence that surrounded the wooden walk way, Josiah took a moment to simply admire the scenery. It truly was remarkably to be able to watch the sunrise. In Detroit, while the sun certainly did rise on a regular basis, there was never a good view. He lived in an apartment downtown and spent most of his time either inside or occupied with other things. Taking a few minutes just to stand still and enjoy nature wasn’t high on his to do list back then. Right now? There was nothing else on his mind. The books in his hand seemed obsolete at the moment; he wasn’t thinking about studying or what the teacher would assign in class the following day. He was rather captivated by the picturesque panoramic.
Letting his eyes slide closed for a moment, Josiah leaned lightly against one of the wooden posts that held the rope fence in place. The breeze felt good on his skin. The longer he stood there the less motivated he was becoming to actually keep moving towards studying. The rhythmic crash of waves against the beach and the sound of birds as they were waking up and flying overhead were almost enchanting. With the constant rush that most people were in—the pressure to get work down or be moving without rest—taking a moment to just enjoy the sunrise and nature was nice. It was just what Josiah needed. Skirting around the fence and towards the water, he took a quick moment to slip off his shoes and grab them with his free hand. It was still a bit chilly out, but he didn’t seem to get the memo. Clad in shorts, sandals, and a light, long sleeve shirt, he looked just about ready for Summer. Perhaps he was getting a little ahead of himself, but he didn’t really mind. Besides, the cold weather wasn’t all that bad; at least there wasn’t any snow around. Savoring the feel of the sand under his feet, he dropped his gaze away from the water and watched where he was walking. It was a moment later that he came upon a small pile of clothing, seemingly discarded and left there. Raising an eyebrow slowly, he nudged at it a bit with his foot. It was almost as if he was expecting them to jump up and attack him. When they simply fell limp against the sand again, he lifted his eyes to survey the beach. He hadn’t heard anyone else as he was walking up and assumed he’d be alone. Hell, maybe he still was alone. For all he knew, someone had… forgotten their clothes when leaving. That was possible, right? Doubtful.
All of his previous thoughts about still being alone were shoved aside, however, when he spotted the figure in the water. Not a very clear view, perhaps, as she bobbed around in the waves and moved with the water. He shivered a bit at the thought. Swimming was definitely not his cup of tea. Thankfully, she wasn’t flailing around and calling for help; since he was the only one around, she’d be a bit out of luck. Dropping his shoes to the soft ground beneath him, he set his books down and looked around really quick. Still silent. Following after his shoes, he sat down and leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his gaze across the horizon. Maybe when the girl was done with her swim and came back up to cover her swim suit (he assumed) he’d have a chance to talk to someone. Until then, he figured he should crack open the text book and set to work.
Sounded like a plan.
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Tag;; Abigail
Wearing;; Midnight Swim?
Notes;; Oh, silly boy. Thinking she's wearing swimsuits.
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Post by abs on May 17, 2011 15:50:59 GMT 10
The blonde, unaware that she had company on the beach, let out a low sigh of content. Feeling a few more waves wash over her. There was the old adage about not rubbing salt into wounds, but the sting of the cold salt water was exactly what Abigail needed. She liked the needle like pricks in her skin, and her chattering teeth. Things that reminded her that she was still alive, that she still could feel. Sometimes she wanted nothing more than to forget she could feel all together, but right now she knew she needed to feel. She needed to open herself up and allow the water to engulf her. She needed to indulge in her own emotions before they consumed her. Like a fire burning up everything she had left. Suppressing things only worked for so long before it felt like she would explode. This was actually the healthiest way she could think to feel her emotions. If she gave into the violent delights of her mind, she’d come to a violent end, consumed by the passion she would never let herself feel. Her biggest desire was sure to be her biggest downfall, and that had to be avoided at whatever cost.
Abby was sure she was a heartbeat away from being a self harmer. In fact, she probably was- just not in the conventional ‘I cut myself and watch it bleed’ way. The harm she inflicted on herself was a different kind. Probably more destructive on the whole. Flesh wounds healed. Tears stung her eyes, and she tried to chalk it up to the salt water lapping at her face, and not the stark revelations about herself that she was coming to. She’d always maintained that being alone with her own mind was dangerous, but the only real danger was finding something real, something raw, underneath all the bullshit. And there was always bullshit. Her whole life was one giant pile of bullshit. The drinking, the sex, even her relationship with Killian. She bullshittted herself on a daily basis when it came to that man, and what was worse, she ate it up like it was freaking banana cream pie. Which sometimes she ate off Killian but that was something else entirely. The point was, the truth had her running scared and she didn’t have the metaphoric balls to just get over herself and deal with anything. As long as she kept moving it would be okay.
It was starting to become more than she could take. Abigail knew the placebo of the water washing away her soul would fade quickly, because what was left when you washed away all the muck was something she didn’t deal with- herself. Not the pretence of herself, but herself, naked and bare. Her skin felt raw, like she’d scrubbed it steel wool from the kitchen. She took a moment to find her footing, legs shaking slightly, as she moved to stand. Staying still for a moment, she let one more wave crash against her before she turned and trudged up out of the water towards the sand. Her mind was foggy, and she wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be around. Though she had been in the water for a while, it was still too early for anyone else to be about, let alone down on the beach. In fact, she had at least an hour before the active types ventured out for their morning jogs on the beach and a few more hours before anyone started to head off to work. Nothing opened before eight in Capeside.
It wasn’t until she was further up the beach that she noticed someone. Her throat went dry, and Abby moved to hug herself protectively. Normally she was the last person to care about who saw her naked, but normally she didn’t feel so completely exposed with her clothes off. There had only been one other time where she hadn’t felt at all confident naked, and that was the time Killian found her curled into the foetal position in the shower- sobbing. It wasn’t something they ever spoke about, yet the affect on them had been profound. Suddenly she couldn’t hide her fragile nature from him anymore. It was a situation she didn’t want to repeat though, so thankfully she had enough wits about her to shove up a wall this time. Setting her red eyes into a hard stare, she stopped a few feet away from her clothes. “Can I help you?” She asked, as though he was some sick pervert she’d just found in her closet, and not some innocent guy on the beach who unfortunately happened upon her at the wrong moment. That was easy though, to throw out a defence and turn the situation into something it wasn't.
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Post by katy on May 19, 2011 23:21:02 GMT 10
The sun was hot. That was fact that Josiah knew to be true. Perhaps not from personal experience, but he knew it was true regardless. At least, he had a fairly strong confidence in the opinion that the sun was hot. Sand was infamous for getting into everything. That was another fact; one that he did know from personal experience. He could already tell that his pants and the pages of his books would be filled with sand by the time he got home. Another fact that he knew? The woman now standing in front of him, having gotten out of the water and, presumably, headed back for her clothes, was naked. It was basically an undeniable fact, at that. He didn’t need the sun to be shining bright over head to see that there were no clothes on her. Raising an eyebrow quickly, Josiah pushed himself to his feet; half from the shock of it and half from courtesy. While there were surely far better things he could say, he found his mouth dropping open slightly, his brow furrowing, and his gaze glued to the glare of the girl in front of him. “You’re naked.” Nothing like stating the obvious.
Josiah had seen a lot of things since being in Capeside, especially so on the beach. Such as men over sixty in speedos; something he didn’t really want to see again. He’d seen men in women’s swimsuits and women in men’s swim suits, but there hadn’t yet been a time that he’d seen someone skinny dipping in the ocean. First of all, he figured he’d be a bit cold… especially so early in the morning. Secondly, he really wasn’t sure what the appeal was. Sure, he liked to shed some layers as much as the next guy, but he wasn’t about to walk down the street without clothes on.
Technically, she wasn’t doing that either. She was swimming at a deserted beach and he just happened to be there. While his thought process was likely a bit slower than hers, it only took him a few seconds after stating the obvious to realize that he should probably turn around. Rather than just continue staring at the naked woman standing out of beach because of the sheer absurdity of it, he would give her the privacy needed to put her clothes on. So clearing his throat quickly, he did just about the only thing he could so. He turned around. Lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his head, Josiah’s gaze shifted over the empty sand before simply looking up towards the slowly brightening sky. “This… probably seems really sleazy, and I apologize for that. But I can assure you that it wasn’t anything… shifty?” That was convincing. Seeing as how he was still standing there and she was still naked… or, at least, he assumed she was. He would’ve left right then and there. Just cut his losses and walked away; left her to get dressed and died of humiliation. Or just continued on in his life as if not much had changed. Quite frankly, not much had. What was the horrible side to this?
Sure, there was the embarrassment on her side—though she seemed more hostile than embarrassed, but what else? He saw tits. Big deal. It wasn’t the first time, though he hoped it would be close to the last. It’s not like there was anything wrong with the body of the girl in front of him, but it certainly wasn’t doing anything for him. That alone made the sleaziness of the entire situation slightly diminished. With all that considered, he would’ve just walked away. The only problem that was really keeping him there was that his stuff was sitting behind on him on the sand and he wasn’t just going to turn around again to grab it. He’d at least wait it seemed like she was gone because of the eerie silence that was nearly deafening or because she said as much.
“So… Is this a common thing for you?” Why not make small talk, since he was pretty much stuck there. “There are a lot of creepy people out there, you know. You should probably be a little more careful about that.” Advice, too. He was on a role. With his back turned and his tips probably a bit unwelcome, he didn’t doubt that he’d feel some pain in his back and then keel over. Wasn’t there something about never turning your back on your enemies? Not that the girl was his enemy, but she certainly didn’t look apt to being his best friend.
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Tag;; Abigail
Wearing;; Midnight Swim?
Notes;; "You're naked."
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Post by abs on May 25, 2011 4:11:04 GMT 10
Abigail raised her eyebrows at his comment. You’re naked. Well freaken’ dah she was naked. That or she had a very convincing pair of boobs painted onto her skin-tight, flesh coloured top. Shaking her head at the ridiculousness of his comment, Abby hugged herself even tighter. She wasn’t really sure what he was hoping to achieve with stating the obvious, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to give him the chance. Some guys seemed to take naked as an invitation to try and screw her. Most of the time it probably was, but there was times when it wasn’t, and the advancements were just not welcome. Given the mood she was in, the blonde would probably attempt to remove his problematic appendage if he tried to make a move on her right now. “Thanks for the update.” She spoke icily. Making herself seem as unapproachable as possible. Guys weren’t stupid enough to still think they had a chance even if you were murdering them with their eyes were they? Well, some guys were, but she was hoping that this particular male had more brains. At least from the giant book he had left in the sand it would seem like he did.
As Josiah turned around, the young woman felt her body relax a little. While his first reaction had been completely stupid, she found herself glad he was now choosing the more respectful path. He hadn’t even really ogled her. Which told Abby that she really need not worry about him trying to hit on her. Which was further cause to relax. Lowering her arms away from her torso, she watched his back for a moment. Just to make sure she was safe and could lower her guard. When he hadn’t made any attempt to look back at her in a few minutes, and even as he spoke once more, Abigail relaxed completely. While she was miffed that her personal moment had been interrupted, she was no longer ready to rip this guy to shreds. In fact, she could even see some of the humour in the situation. “What is it then?” She asked, as she let herself drip dry for the moment. “Because it looks pretty shifty you being alone on the beach at this hour.” Her tone was dry, yet amused. Of course, the same could be said for Abigail, but skinny dipping could probably be considered shifty anyway.
Picking up her underwear, the young woman slipped it on her still wet skin. Normally she would have dried herself first, but she hadn’t brought a towel with her, and she didn’t have the luxury of waiting ‘till the air dried her naturally. Besides, at least if she dressed quickly, sand wouldn’t stick to places sand should never be in. “Not really, first time I’ve done it..” She answered his question as she kept up at her task of dressing. “Though, it actually felt good.” She said softly. Not exactly about to describe her experience in detail, she gave a small shrug before remembering he couldn’t see her. Quickly she put on the rest of her clothes. “I can handle myself.” She assured him. Though that wasn’t exactly true. She wasn’t sure what would have happened if she’d met a creeper on the beach and not Josiah. While her fight face had been on, she secretly had her doubts as to if she was actually strong enough to take someone on right now. The way she was feeling, she’d probably have given in, giving her another reason to feel like complete and utter trash. Though there was no need to admit that to a stranger now was there?
Brushing wet hair from her face, she tug her toes into the sand. Leaving her shoes where they were. Abigail just was not sure if she was ready to go home. Though she wasn’t sure what else she could do at such an early hour. At best she could maybe go for a jog or something to clear her mind. “Oh..” she blushed a little, realizing she’d gotten lost in her own thoughts. “You can turn around now.” She informed him, chewing on the inside of her lip. “You never really said though, what are you doing out here?”
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