Truth or Dare [sunbeams, ?, Phantasmatical, and Xantham]
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				Title: <strong>Truth or Dare [sunbeams, ?, Phantasmatical, and Xantham]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 06:43:24</strong>
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				It was Summer and by some magical one-in-a-million chance, or so it seemed, they each had coinciding breaks from school, work, or whatever took up the majority of their time. For Melanie, it was school. She was a good student, but certainly not disciplined as she could have been. Making special deals with her professors to let her turn in late work, or skip an assignment all together, helped her out on rare occasion. There wasn't an ounce of seriousness in her body, not a drip of reality flowing through her. Hers was a head meant to rest on the clouds.<br>&nbsp;<br>Long blonde hair was pulled into a sloppy bun on the back of her head, held together with a pair of black lacquered chopsticks. Her eyes rivaled the vivid moss that clung to the never ending sea of trees that surrounded them. A lake so unbelievably crisp and clear rested about thirty feet from where they pitched their tents and set up their fire. A few coolers were haphazardly placed about the site, serving as makeshift seats for those who couldn't find a suitable boulder. Melanie knelt down and shoved some newspaper into the center of a teepee of varying sizes of wood before dousing it with lighter fluid and setting it aflame with her yellow bic lighter.<br>&nbsp;<br>The sun was starting to retreat behind the wall of trees that circled the clearing and the lake, the temperature dropping a few degrees. It was going to be a comfortably warm night, and Melanie's outfit matched the weather. A long yellow tank top that went down almost past her bum, and a pair of gray shorts that fell halfway between her hips and her knees. Underneath, a purple and yellow striped bikini for swimming in the lake.<br>&nbsp;<br>"It's about damn time we hung out like this," she said, dragging a cooler over to the fire and sitting down on it, pulling what looked like, but probably wasn't, a cigarette out of her pocket and lighting it up. "It feels like it's been way too long."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [sunbeams, Lisabeth, Phantasmatical, and Xantham]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xantham</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 22:00:40</strong>
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				Kyle had been spending too much time inside.&nbsp; There was no getting around the fact that he was depressed.&nbsp; His demeanor and his clothing sagged.&nbsp; Only a couple of years ago, he had been the snazzy dresser.&nbsp; He spent an hour every day getting ready for school.&nbsp; And yet, he was still an altar boy at heart.&nbsp; So two years ago, he decided to enter the seminary.&nbsp; It wasn't so much that he wanted to become a priest, he really just wanted to study doctrine and work with historical religious texts.&nbsp; He had a firm belief that the key to happiness could be found there.<br><br>And he thought he had found it.&nbsp; Right up until the seminary kicked him out for behavior unbecoming to a priest.&nbsp; Kyle's world came crashing down around him.&nbsp; His years of devotion and service, wiped out.&nbsp; All because he had questioned current accepted dogma.&nbsp; His parents had been supportive, as had his sister, but it was still a lot to bear for Kyle and he had spent the last few months basically hiding away in his basement bedroom.&nbsp; He started lifting some weights to stay in shape, but other than that he did very little.<br><br>Then, Melanie called and invited Kyle to spend some time with a few friends, and Kyle, after almost rejecting the offer, decided that getting out of the house for a while might do him a world of good.&nbsp; So, he showered, shaved and packed for a few days of camping.&nbsp; Today he had put on some comfortable jeans with a light t-shirt and sandals to finish off his ensemble.&nbsp; His bathing suit sat in his tent, in case he wanted to swim, but he hadn't felt the urge today.<br><br>Kyle was currently lying down, his head propped up on a log that was padded with his sweatshirt.&nbsp; "Hey Mel, is that my beer cooler?&nbsp; If so, could you toss me a bottle before you get comfy."&nbsp; He stared up at the first couple of stars that were starting to peek out as the sky darkened.&nbsp; "It's almost too beautiful out," he mused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth or Dare [sunbeams, Lisabeth, Phantasmatical, and Xantham]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 10:00:35</strong>
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				It hadn't been hard to convince Louis to show up to this little event. He was working as a waiter - a waiter, for fuck's sake - and although his boss hadn't been too happy to hear that he "needed a couple days off to deal with family issues" she hadn't complained too much. Not more than he could easily tune out, anyway. Besides, when was the last time he'd been able to hang out with three of his closest friends all at once, without anyone else around? Quite long enough, as far as he was concerned. He'd set aside two days worth of tips for "provisions," which had been packed rather haphazardly into his car. A bottle of Jameson's 18-Year Reserve whiskey had been first on the list of things to obtain. He'd brought a few snacks of course, as well as a very special vintage Atom Ant lunchbox. Inside it, he carried a triple-wrapped plastic bag with a good $80 worth of weed inside, as well as his smoking stuff from home, including a lighter, rolling paper, a pipe, and a little glass bubbler.<br><br>The afternoon had been beautiful, and the evening promised to be just as gorgeous, with a nice breeze coming in off of the lake. Louis had been perched on the cooler Melanie was currently moving around, but now he was just coming back from a trip a few yards into the woods, zipping up his fly as he reentered the clearing. He chose a different seat, settling himself down on the other end of the log Kyle was currently lying against. He wasn't one for shorts and sandals, usually, and had worn clothing in his typical style: a pair of well-fitted dark jeans, sneakers, a light blue tee shirt with a soccer camp logo on it (a relic from a summer job in highschool) and a darker blue plaid button-up shirt, the first button undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His swim trunks were rolled up inside his sleeping bag along with the other miscellaneous stuff he'd brought along.<br><br>He nodded slightly at Melanie's comment, glancing at the little joint she'd pulled from a pocket - at least, he assumed it was a joint. Probably a fair assumption too. As Kyle called for a beer, he grinned. "If it's that time already..." Standing up, he moved over to his still rolled-up sleeping bag and pulled the bottle of Jameson's from the very center of it, waving it as he rejoined the little group again.
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