Something Different {open}

[Caitlyn Isabelle O'Shea]

Nichole Fear Barmetta. She was new to this town. Not as new as some of the people, but still new. She had only been here for a few months. She didn't really have any friends. She had those people that she randomly talked to, but she really didn't have friends. No one would like her anyway. Or at least that's what she thought. She was a little bit too outgoing, but still. She also loved to party. It was one of her favorite hobbies. But she didn't know how many other people had the same interests as her.

She sighed and pulled out her ipod. She always listened to it when she was alone. Well... not always, but most of the time. She put it on one of her favorite songs and started to listen to it as she looked at her surroundings. She was in what seemed to be a nice little cove. She continued to walk, taking in everything around her. It was absolutely beautiful. The waves of the ocean crashed against the shore. The green plants grew all around her. Some flowers grew, too. She smiled. It was a nice place that she would probably come to often now that she knew where it was.

She walked over to the edge of the ocean, and set her bag down. Soon after, she was in only her bright blue and black bikini, walking toward the water. She liked to just sit in the water and relax. She reached a spot where it was shallow, and the waves didn't reach that high on her. She sat down, and looked out at the waters before her. They were beautifully reflected because of the late afternoon sun. She smiled and rested her chin on her knees, still looking out at the ocean.

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[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

The smell of smoke was pungent on his clothing; he closed his eyes as he inhaled slowly. He knew that everybody else would not smell it as clearly as he did, but that did not matter to him. Reveling in the scent of his success, he did not burn things for attention, it was done for enjoyment, thrill and simple ecstasy. When he was younger it had been dangerous; running into the buildings every night, learning how to light fires on his own. There were a couple of near scrapes, a few almost fatal fires and yet it was nothing that could quell the natural pull he had toward the flames. It made him almost giddy, just thinking about fire. Smoke and flame, fear and addiction. He loved it, lusted after it, and never failed to have his needs met. In his pocket he had a box of matches and a lighter. His car - parked just off the beach - had the rest of what he used within it; he did not need it on the beach, but he didn't feel right going anywhere without some form of fire.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets; his pace was nonchalant as he ambled along the beach. Jeans were patchy and frayed, his leather jacket was faded and the plain top he wore clung easily to his muscled frame. Altogether, he quite easily slipped into the 'bad boy' persona; it would be a strange thing to get to know Scaden. He was blunt and yet at the same time he was cautious as to what he said, he loved danger but he would never voluntarily get anyone else into it. He was also a sucker for love, yet he would have one night stands endlessly. Scaden was full of enigma's, he was one, big enigma himself. Yet he loved it so much. Hope, dreams and ambitions surrounded him like a cloud - omnipresent, no matter how hard he tried to rid himself. He was as subject to fate as was every other being. Though Scaden - unlike others - did not try to fight it.

Whatever will be, will be. It was an odd mantra to live by and yet it suited him easily. There needed to be no explanation, no reason for why something happened. It simply was. It simply did. He chuckled to himself; a short, breathy sound, and he shook his head slowly in a half-amused fashion. Honestly, he didn't even know why he was on the beach, after all he did not intend to go swimming - although it would be a nice day for it - and the beach was otherwise empty. Or not. A girl moved across the sound in a steady pace, oblivious to her surroundings. He couldn't identify why until he caught the flash of white. Headphones. She didn't know he was there because she couldn't hear him. This thought made him imagine what it would be like to be deaf, to never hear anything again. After hearing words for the rest of his life it would be horrible, unimaginable. And yet he could live with it, he would rather lose his hearing than his sight.

Speaking of sight. He watched with belated amusement as the girl undressed into her bikini. Unlike what one may be expecting, it did not immediately make him hot, although he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the sight. A half smile played upon his lips as she walked into the water although she did not go very far, only enough so that she could sit down in the water without drowning. He chuckled quietly to himself. It took him a split second to decide to go over to her, and when he did so it was with a sly, half smile that held the right amount of malice and charm to be slightly seductive. He couldn't help it, seduction was inbuilt to his personality. Scaden stood by her things on the beach, hands still in his pocket. "I'm loving the show babe, but i liked it better when you were standing." It was obvious from his tone of voice that he was teasing her, yet his expression was all seriousness. "Na, just kidding. I'm Scaden James."