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Feb 05, 2012 12:24PM
Hi Kira :D So a romance... any ideas for the setting?
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Sorry!!!!!And yes. A beach sounds good. XD I would prefer straight as well. Nothing against gay, because I'm totally all for that, but I just think that I would be really bad at RPing that.
Okay :DName: Creighton Marks (well that's what happens when I buy a baby names book for five bucks and use it for names in my writing :P)
Age: 22
Appearance: [image error]
Personality: Player. Tries to fool everyone with his charm; it works with most people. He doesn't trust most people and hardly ever puts his trust in anyone. Ever. If anyone ever betrays him, he will pretty much never trust them again.
History: He had a rocky relationship with his parents. He was kicked out of a couple of boarding schools until he finally settled down. More TBRP
Crush: Your charrie :D Well maybe not at first :P
Other: He's British :D :D With an ACCENT!
Ok, here's my idea for the plot:
Creighton and your character both decide to rent a vacation house at a popular beach. The completely irresponsible assistant of the house owner double-books it and they have to stay together because they don't realize that it's double booked until they're there.
What do ya think? :P
Yeah! It shouldn't just be like dirrrtayyyyyy. That's not my style, man. So yeah. :D Sorry I am feeling kind of hyper so that is why I put dirrrttayyyyyy.And about his education: he just graduated too and is celebrating at the beach! Hoorah. He doesn't know what he wants to do yet.
Do you wanna start? Or should i?
((Ok!))Creighton dropped his black suitcase in the living room. I'll unpack it later, he thought. He took himself on a mini-tour of the house. It was pretty small--one bedroom, one bathroom, tiny kitchen, and the living room--but it was the perfect size for one person.
Aw yeah, king-sized bed, he thought when he saw the bedroom. Perfect for a wild vacation...
((I feel dirty >.<))
"Really? Visitors already? I am so not up for the whole friendly-neighbor thing throughout the whole summer..." Creighton muttered as he made his way through the house. He yanked open the door to find a girl standing there. Well, maybe I am up for it... "Hey," he said, with a half smile.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "No, he just left. I'm just staying here for the summer..."
A bit of a jam? "Well, okay, that's one way to put it." He shook his head. "I'm gonna call that asshole right now..."((Sorry for the language D:))
Creighton pulled his phone out of his pocket and punched a few numbers, then set the phone on speaker so that she could listen in."Yes?" A voice that was exasperated and stressed answered the phone.
"Look, I just showed up at this vacation house and not fifteen minutes later, some girl showed up, saying she booked it too..."
The person on the other line scoffed. "I am the owner's assistant. I would not have double-booked it. I will check."
There was a pause, and he looked at the girl. "Hey," he said. "I'm Creighton."
The assistant came on the other line, muttering expletives. "Well, guess what. I did double-book it. Guess you'll just have to share; oh, well. This is my vacation time. See ya."
Beeeeeep.
Creighton shook her hand. "So... I flew all the way here from Pennsylvania and I am not going to leave. So come on in." He opened the door wide.
"Yeah, perfect for one person." He sighed. "I don't want either of us to waste our money. I guess we could share..."
"Right." He closed his eyes, then opened them and smiled, feeling resigned. "I'll take the couch." He gestured to the small couch in the corner of the living room. Well, there goes any sexy time...
"Unless you want to take the couch." He smirked, then waved a hand. "Nah, you take the bed. Now move in before I change my mind."
Creighton sat down on the couch with a long sigh. This is not how I imagined my summer, he thought.
"See ya," he said, lifting a hand. "I might come out later." Creighton got up and went into the kitchen. Did that ass hole leave any food for us?
((Sorry! I didn't want him to just follow her around :P))Creighton looked out the window. "High tide's coming in soon," he muttered. "She won't be able to stay on the beach for long..."
"What's on?" he asked, sitting down next to her.
He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. "This really sucks. It's nothing against you or anything, but I kind of expected to have this house to myself, and you probably expected the same thing."
"I'm all for turning a sucky situation into an awesome one, but I just don't see how we're going to be able to do that in this case," he continued, beginning to get a little worked up. "How dare that freaking bastard be so irresponsible that he doesn't even pay a damn smidgen of attention to any of his schedules?!"
He groaned and flopped back onto the couch. "We'll explore our options tomorrow," he said. "Right now I'm too tired to be rational."
((Ok lol :D it should happen in the middle of the night and he wakes up and she's all scared :D))Creighton nodded. He changed into his pajama bottoms. It seemed like it was going to be a hot night, so he decided to go shirtless for the night. After brushing his teeth, he pulled a fluffy white blanket out of his suitcase and flopped down onto the couch with it.
Creighton woke up around 3:00 and looked outside. "Bloody storm," he muttered. "Gotta pee..."He got up and trudged to the bathroom, did his 'business,' and then began to walk back to bed. On his way back to the living room, he glanced in Beth's room. She seemed to be shivering in her bed.
He stuck his head in the window and whispered, just in case she was sleep-shivering, "Hey, you awake?"
He glanced out the windows in her bedroom. The moonlight illuminated the sand and the rain, hitting everything. "Storm too loud?" he asked her. "It's bloody loud."((DID YOU FORGET HE WAS BRITISH?? SO DID I!))
Creighton fell silent. He wasn't quite sure what to say to that. He would just go back to bed, but he wasn't cold-hearted enough to leave the freaked-out girl alone. He awkwardly walked over and sat on her bed, then awkwardly patted her back, while awkwardly saying, "There, there..."
He bit his lip for a second, not too sure how to react to this. He wrapped both of his arms around her, then rocked slowly back and forth. He knew that rocking calmed people.((Seriously, it does :D))
((Uhhh... omg idk DX uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm well let's just see here... keep reading))"It's going to be ok," he whispered soothingly, stroking her back. "It's just a storm, totally safe..."
((not exciting but they could fall asleep...?))
((yeah... it's true, having sex on the first day isn't very classy.also i have a random question: for the creative writing section on goodreads, do you know how the stories sorted? i though it would be sorted by soonest-updated, but it's not... and it's not alphabetized... I was just wondering if you might know... :P))
He looked down at her. He couldn't help himself, and he tilted her chin to look up at him.
((Oh yeah, that would make sense :P))He looked down at her red face, scared and vulnerable, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her.
So that's what he did. He pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers.
Creighton smiled against her lips. He laid her down gently on the bed, pulling away for a second. He smiled down at her again, then leaned down to kiss her.((I am so bad at RP-ing romantic moments... sorry... :P))
((Ok, so wanna do a timeskip until morning?))
Creighton sensed movement next to him, and his eyelids fluttered open. "Good morning," he murmured to the girl next to him. I didn't go to a party last night, right? he thought. This must be my roommate then...
Creighton got up and stretched. "I'm gonna make breakfast," he said, and shuffled out of the room.
Creighton yanked open the fridge. "Oh, right, there's nothing," he said to no one in particular. "I have to go to the store..."He pulled on a shirt and decided to leave his pajama pants on, since they were just sweatpants. He scribbled a short note for Beth, and then left for the store, map in his pocket.
Beth -
Went to store to get stuff. I'll be back soon
- Creighton
~30 minute time skip~Creighton returned back to their beach cottage and put a few bags of groceries on the counter. He pulled out a bag of bread and headed over to the toaster.
"D'you want toast?" he asked Beth, popping two slices into the toaster.
The toast quickly popped out of the toaster, and he buttered his and covered hers with pb&j.He sat down next to her on the couch and handed her the toast. "Pour vous, mademoiselle," Creighton said. "Whatcha watching?"
He nodded. "So, what do you wanna do today? You could just do something by yourself, I mean. I just meant, if you weren't planning on it..."((ok, i'm sorry but this RP is very boring right now. So they should do something EXCITING! :D))
((Uh. I HAVE AN IDEA))Creighton suddenly turned to face Beth. "Do you like video games? I mean, the really old American stuff - Pac-Man, that kind of thing."
"I..." He smiled, slightly embarrassed. "Well, I haven't ever really played them. You've got a Brit here," he said, pointing to himself. "But on the way to the house, I saw an arcade... so..." Creighton did a little "jazz hands" gesture. "Wanna go?"
((What can I say? I love my jazz hands))Creighton grinned and stood up. "Well, let's go then. The car I rented has a GPS. Shouldn't be too hard to find this place."
((Wanna just skip to when they're there?))
Creighton's eyes widened at the bings, pings, and beeps that were coming from the many machines all around the arcade. "I thought this was only on TV..."
"I didn't have much of a childhood," Creighton said, but didn't go any further. He quickly looked away from her and changed the subject. "Pac-Man!" He rushed over to a machine in the corner.
Creighton pulled out his wallet and dug into the little pocket on the side, successfully holding up a quarter. He popped the coin into the machine and began frantically jerking the joystick around in an attempt to eat all of the little dots and avoid the ghosts.((I went to a genuine arcade once in San Francisco and it was literally games like Pac-Man that were preserved from when they first came out. Everything was still 25 cents so that's kind of what I'm imagining with the arcade they're in... with more modern games too :D))
"No, no, no!" he cried, banging the buttons wildly as GAME OVER flashed on the screen. "Okay..." He pushed another quarter into the machine and tried again.
((Omg!! I am SOOOO sorry!! I had a ton of homework this week and then my Internet died and yeah. >.<))After another fail, Creighton gave up and crossed his arms, stepping away from the machine. "Just a warning, it's REALLY hard. Just a fair warning..."
"What? What the hel - heck is this? It's a conspiracy! It's an American game. It doesn't like the British." He folded his arms defiantly.
((Sorry... I suck. >.< i have SERIOUSLY been neglecting Goodreads lately... I'm just not as into it anymore, lol. but I still go on a lot because I read ALL THE TIME so yeah.))"What else would it be?" he said, throwing his hands up in annoyance. "I am a master at all video games made ever. Correction," Creighton added, holding up a finger, "I am a master at all British video games ever."
