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Location: Arriving, The Beach
Interacting With: Himself, The Crew, Wadsworth, Everyone at the beach
Interaction Tags: @Lady Amalthea @Aewin

This whole experience was still pretty crazy to Darren. He wasn’t sure what it would be like but he figured if all else failed at least he’d be getting a holiday from it. His plan of action was to go in with a bright and merry outlook on it all because he knew if he assumed the worst was going to happen then it was going to go down that way.

Glancing around at the water spraying around the sides of the boat that was drawing him ever closer to the castle in the cliffs, Darren grinned wide and basked in the sun that was beaming down on top of them all. “This is the new start I need to get myself into gear! Thanks for making the journey enjoyable guys!” He raised his third glass of wine to them all and cheered before downing the glass in one breath.

Taking a satisfied breath and wiping his lips with his hand, Darren waited as the boat pulled into dock. He gave nods and thank yous to the crew and staff that came to take is bags. Darren hopped off the boat and smiled to the dapper fella that called himself Wadsworth. “Thank you, Mister Wadsworth.” He clapped him firmly on the shoulder, a broad smile plastered on his face as he made his way towards the beach. It was nice having all his bags taken to his room instead of carting them by himself.

Walking towards the group of four people, one woman being utterly soaked and one guy being half soaked, Darren gave a jolly wave and grin. “Hi everyone. The name is Darren, it’s a pleasure. Did I miss the swimming competition or something?” He nodded his head towards Christian and Krista, the water still dripping off of them.



Location: Arriving, The Beach
Interacting With: Via Phone: Jenna, Jemma and Siobhan | In Person: Wadsworth, Everyone at the beach
Interaction Tags: @Lady Amalthea @Aewin

“I know sweeties, mammy misses ya both a bunch too! I’ll be home before ya know it! Now remember t’not fight while your auntie Siobhan is watchin’ ya both, ‘kay?” She beamed at the faces of her two girls, both fighting to be the main face on the screen while they were talking to their mummy.

Imogen kissed the camera of her phone and heard her girls squealing in delight. “Mammy kissed me!” A squeak of refusal interrupted the excitement. “No! Mammy kissed me!” The phone dropped then and the girls began screaming at one another. “JENNA! JEMMA! STOP THAT RIGHT THIS MINUTE! SIOBHAN!!!” She heard her sister scuttling over to the girls then, separating them both and giving them a scolding in the background, all Imogen could see now was ankles being lifted from the ground and sent to different sides of the room.

“I’m so sorry sis! I thought they’d behave wae ya watchin’ them…” Imogen sighed but gave a light chuckle as she shook her head at her sister. “Yeah well ya know for next time, eh? I’ll miss ya too, y’know.” Siobhan chuckled and then rose an eyebrow at Imogen. “You’re gonna find a fella and then ya won’t even realise the time flyin’ by. Just enjoy yourself, Immy. Talk soon!” Nodding and giving a tiny smile, Imogen hung up the phone and put it away in her purse.

She was beyond nervous about this whole thing. She was sure when she had booked into it but now that she was away from her babies she was utterly terrified of what might happen while she was away from them. What if they got hurt? She wouldn’t be there to make them feel better or kiss their owwies… Taking a deep breath, Imogen calmed herself as best she could. Siobhan would take care of them. She had done it countless times over the years so why was she so worried?

The sun was nice but Imogen just wasn’t used to it. Hell, she wasn’t used to not wearing a jumper or jacket most of the time, this bare-arms thing was weird for her. Chewing idly on her thumb nail, Imogen watched as the coast drew closer and closer. The place really was beautiful and she was excited for this despite her nerves about her girls.

A well dressed and enthusiastic man greeted her and gave her his spiel and sent the staff to gather her bags and belongings that she had brought with her. “Oh, uh, thank ya… oh ‘kay… yes. Thank ya.” Giving a slight bow of the head, Imogen walked towards the beach where she saw a group of five people sitting and standing around. There were definitely some cute guys here… She smiled to everyone and gave a little wave. “Hiya. I’m Imogen.”
@Kingfisher Problematic? XD
@Kingfisher He is a little shit for brains isn't he? >.> Just messing @POOHEAD189, :P


I'm not. ;D


@Kingfisher Psst, but he really is a wanker. ;)


I will get my intro post up today! Sorry it's taken so long.

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Location: Dom’s Room/The Courtyard >> Cera's Room
Interacting With: Cera: Dom, Desh, Her Mother on the phone and Marc. Marc: Murphy @Lady Amalthea, Areum @Salrynn and Cera.
Time/Date: Early Evening/August 1st, 2016


Cera smiled happily when Dom agreed and gave her a hug, asking her to keep safe. It was nice that she felt like she was making some more friends here. Sometimes she felt like she just bugged people and that they wanted her out of the way, so this was a really comforting change of pace for her. Waving and saying goodbye to Dom as she left his room, Cera put her hands on her hips and debated what she was going to do.

Her room was still in quite a riotous mess so perhaps that was the best thing to do right now. Cera wandered into her room and began clearing up the mess, her door on its hinges from Marc’s kick earlier. Kneeling on the floor, picking up all the splinters and crumbs, Cera looked positively tiny. A knock on her broken door caught her attention and she looked up in surprise only to see Desh standing there with two handymen.

Desh ushered the two handymen forward, one dragging a brand new door with him. The pair of men got underway with their work and Cera knelt there, on the floor, gawking at Desh as he spoke. “My dear resident, Cera! I am hoping that you will forgive this humble hotel owner for taking his time to answer to your call for aide! I had a mission to save the fair damsel in distress but I knew that I must gather those that could handle the problem quickly! It is just bad fortune that my quest to find the correct people for this very important job caused you such a delay in comfort at my illustrious hotel!” Desh bowed so low that it looked like his nose was going to brush the carpet of her room before he disappeared away and left her alone with the handymen.

Cera rose an eyebrow as she realised that this sounded like the introduction to a bad porno. Her eyes widened and she quickly jumped over to her window and made sure that she could hear the others in the courtyard. That way, if anything funny happened, they’d hear her. As she sat, letting the sun soak into her skin, Cera’s phone began to ring. Not her work phone, her emergency phone.

Her heart dropped and she couldn’t breathe. This… This could only be her family. She hoped that the worst that could happen wasn’t happening but she wouldn’t know until she answered the call. Hesitantly, Cera grabbed her phone and held it to her ear before hitting the answer button. “Hello? Mum? … No…” Cera’s eyes began to brim with tears as she listened to her mother. These were not happy tears falling down her cheeks and dripping onto her thighs. A gagging hiccup left Cera then as she tried to speak through the pain that was tearing through her chest. The voice on the phone called out to her but she couldn’t respond, her hand went limp and her phone dropped out of her hand and out of the window as she curled into a ball on the ledge, crying into her knees. The handymen continued with their work, oblivious to what was happening with Cera.

Marc had been listening to Murphy and Areum, getting ready to organise tonight when he heard a weird noise coming from Cera’s room window. He noticed it was opened and then he spotted her silhouette through the sheer curtains that were billowing out with the warm breeze. “Glad to hear Murph, sorry guys, I’ll just be a second…” His voice trailed off and he wandered over to Cera’s window and ducked down under her open window only to be hit by a falling phone. Grunting Marc rubbed his head and Cera didn’t even notice or hear him.

“Cera?” He shuffled forward and held her phone in his right hand while he carefully pressed his left hand against her arm. Cera jumped, startled by the touch on her arm from the window and she looked up with red, puffy eyes with tears streaming down her face. “What?! What do ye want?!” Her voice was shrill and scratchy as she yelled a Marc. Flinching, Marc swallowed the worry in his throat and kept his hand on her arm, squeezing it lightly. “What’s happened? Are you okay?”

Cera crumpled into her ball again, the sobs causing her shoulders to bounce up and down with each breath she struggled to take. Marc knew something seriously bad had happened and he looked at the phone in his hand. Looking through the recent calls list, he spotted ‘Home’ at the top of the list with a call from not long ago. Moving closer, Marc enveloped Cera in a tight hug. The ledge may be digging into his crotch right now, but it didn’t matter because his friend needed him.

With a loud sniff, Cera wiped her nose on the bottom of her shirt before looking up to Marc with nothing but despair on her face. “Marc… My brother he…” She crumpled into Marc’s shirt then, gripping onto the fabric as she clung onto him as if her life depended on it. Marc was startled, his arms still around her. He rose his left hand and stroked her hair down, trying to calm her as best as he could as she sobbed into his chest.

Her voice was muffled as she continued to speak. “H-he’s si-si-sick, has b-been m-most o’ h-his days but… but it came ba-back. H-he had leukaemia, as a kid. He’s dyin’ Marc…” Her words were all broken and each one was a challenge to come out, Marc just stood there holding her as tightly as he could as he listened to her news. He closed his eyes and chewed on his tongue, thinking about what he could do to help.

“I n-need to get home, Marc. B-b-but I’ve n—no money for a ticket…” She burst into a fit of tears now, unable to go on. Marc continued what he could to comfort her and then eventually it dawned on him. He could buy her ticket! “Cera. Look, I know we haven’t known each other very long but what about if I pay for you to go home? I have the money to spare so you don’t need to worry about that.” Gulping down air like it was going out of fashion Cera looked up to Marc, her hands rising up to wipe her tear streaked face. “A-are you serious? M-Marc that… You’re wonderful!” She slung her arms around his neck and gave him the biggest hug she has given anyone in her life.

Marc smiled, hugging her back before leaning away from her. “C’mon, let’s get you packed up, shall we? I’ll get on the computer and book a ticket for you.” Cera slipped off the ledge, letting Marc climb into her room before she began darting around gathering all her stuff together. She’d only brought a couple suitcases worth of stuff, sure that she’d buy a lot more stuff when she was here but she never did. As she was packing, a thought crossed her mind and she walked over to Marc who was hunched over her computer at her desk. “Marc, do ye think tha’, maybe, ye could come with me? It’d be nice t’have a friend by m’side.”

She looked positively sheepish as she asked him to go with her. Marc rose an eyebrow and then considered how close he had been getting with Cera over his few weeks living here. He gave a small but reassuring smile before nodding. “Absolutely. I’ll go with you and help you through this. That’s what friends are for.” Cera could feel the relief washing over her as he agreed to come with her. Ducking down and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, Cera continued to pack her life in Jaipur up for her travels back home. If only it had been for a happier reason… Her stomach felt hollow but with Marc by her side, she’d be able to handle whatever pain came her way.

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