it isn't so ; [ open ]

[Hansel Klein]

SOME PEOPLE WANNA FILL THE WORLD WITH
silly love songs, and what's wrong with that -------

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Hansel can't stand it. His cheeks puff up in obvious distaste at the strange, hot weather; his shirt sticking to his skin due to the amount of sweat he's (disgustingly) excreting. His shoes tap lightly along the familiar path, and although regularly on days like these he'd hang around the more shaded areas of town, preferably under a tree, the heat is so unbearable that he finds even hanging around under a tree isn't good enough. Amber-red optics narrow slightly on his feet as he continues to walk, and when Hansel passes people of particularly interesting physical appeal, he smiles and wishes them a hello. Although the day is hot, so are the people he's encountering. Hansel finds himself pretending to be a deliriously innocent victim of flirting and a swinging Casanova, for which he is ultimately proud of.

"We should hang out sometime, mademoiselle,"

he murmurs, voice light and airy; before directing a wink at the girl, who swoons over him. Hansel resists the urge to laugh heartily, instead offering her a goodbye and insisting that he had to leave. Oh, why did he have to be bombarded by beautiful people when he actually had a destination?

Still, it isn't long before he's where he wanted to be - Sea Salt Port. It's bustling with people, which is to be expected, but Hansel notices with glee that nobody seems to be paying attention to him. He walks a little bit further along before there's nothing but him and sand and wanter, and it's here that he sheds his shirt and his shoes, leaving him in his pants and nothing more. He cranes his neck, before stepping back a few steps - getting ready for the inevitable movement that'll have him in water. Hansel grins, sticks his tongue out for a brief moment to taste the air on his tongue - the air tasted like sugar, not salt; making 'Sea Salt Port' a rather inaccurate name, but Hansel couldn't care less. And then when he's far enough, he begins to run, feet digging into the flawless beach before hitting the water and he jumps into a perfect dive position.

The thing is, when he resurfaces, that's all he does. That meaning sitting on the sand under the water, but this mostly has to do with the fact that Hansel has absolutely no idea how to swim. Of course, he won't be telling this to the next civilian, and make a blatantly perfect lie about how he'd rather just feel the cool, sweet water touching his body instead of making an effort and, well, sweating in the water. Yes, Hansel has a plan, and nobody will have to know of his embarrassing inability to keep afloat.

His father always told him he lacked boyishness.

Or was it buoyancy?

Whatever.

Thoughts of his father make Hansel's heart twist just a moment in his chest, but he immediately pushes them to the back of his mind. 'Don't dwell on the past,'[/color] he tells himself, mentally, sitting in the water; leaning back on his elbows and just looking up at the sky. 'It's not coming back to haunt you, idiot.'[/color]

And, well, said idiot sighs and sinks a little deeper into the water. Let's just hope he doesn't get carried out to sea.[/blockquote][/color][/size]

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[/color] silly love songs - paul mccartney
notes:[/color] first rp post for hansel and the site! i popped two cherries today. ohoho. c:[/sup][/size][/color][/blockquote]

[Cheryl Angel Norton]

Today was a rare and miraculous day for everyone's favorite rebel as she walked toward sea salt port. Why was this particularly hot day so special for our little Cheryl? She had absolutely nothing planned or to do. So might was well see if she can find some people to join her fight against the wrongs of the king. Her foot steps took their place as she forced her way though the crowd. Her long blue hair was, as always pulled into two long pig tails. This time decorated with a bright hot pink tropical flower. Along with a blue and white striped bikini top and jean shorts. Stereotypical? Yes. Does she care? Does she ever?

Cheryl took her first few steps onto the beach where everyone seemed to want to be. Getting hit on by a few guys, but she pretending to only be interested in the ones that would give their opinion on King Tristan. Sadly, none of them cared. Cheryl's frustrations where growing more and more intense. While Cheryl was trying a girl who seemed to be dumber than a brick, she exploded, stopped off and began to walk into the water, where her leg hit something and next thing she knew she had fallen on top of someone. Though being the ditz she is instead of getting up she laid there for a bit before moving up and trying to figure what happened.

She looked over to the boy and figured out that she had fallen, stared at him for a bit. Not thinking of apologizing she says "You really should think about not sitting in the middle of the water." Then her cheeks turned slightly red as she realized this boy was kind of cute, and felt like a dumbass for falling on top of him, looking away stubbornly. She sighed and waited for his response to her rudeness.