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Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Jareth noticed when the camera came out, and with his enjoyment of being center-stage he rushed up behind Grant and Hunter and wedged himself between the two of them so that all three were in focus of the camera. Jar put his arms around both of their shoulders and said "SPRING BREAK!!! This is supposed to be the time of our lives, let's live up to it!" before making the sign of the horns () with both of his hands and sticking out his tongue, KISS style. He then wiggled his way free. "Now let's start actually living it, you can bring the camera along if you want, but I'm starving."

After the other guys gave hungry noises of agreement, the trio gathered themselves and headed for the elevator. It was easy to see that the place was impressive to all of them, even the soon-to-be lawyer hadn't grow up with such luxurious surroundings, not even close, which made the experience all the more surreal and thrilling. But outside, man, it was even better outside. The sounds of crashing waves greeted them and the sea breeze tickled at their nostrils. "Man, I was pretty sure that I was destined for hell, but I think we somehow got ourselves into heaven, boys." Jareth said just as a small group of giggling girls walked past them on the beach, a couple wearing bikini's so tiny, he thought that he might have seen a nip-slip "Look, there are angels and everything!" he said with a grin.

Grant mentioned heading to the closest restaurant. "Yes, the closer the better!" Jar chimed in and just as they rounded the corner a beach restaurant came into view. It was like one of those beachy huts that you see in the catalogues with no glass windows, just an all around lightly screened in area to keep the bugs off of your food but the salty sea air still in your nose. With their goal in sight, the boys roudily made their way to the door, laughing and smiling like they were on top of the world.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I'll be home to post in like 30 min or so.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Jar's in charge? Welp, looks like we're going to have a hilarious shit show on our hands. Bring on the regrettable choices!

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Jareth chuckled at Grant's comment about having a winning personality. "Try being a musician, man. I may not be built like a tank like you, but I can tell them that I see the sunrise in their eyes," he sang the last few words in a smooth melody "and the ladies fall all over it. But you gotta mean though, at least a little bit." he said with a wink and a bit of a falsely angelic smile.

When it looked like they were all ready to head out, Jar piped in on cue "Of course I'm ready, let's get some grub to fuel the rest our daily, and nightly, activities." At that, his grin has definitely devilish, not a trace of angel left.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Beatrix couldn't help but notice that Ali's words had a little more bite to them than usual. It appeared as though the night's events had ruffled his feathers a bit more than he was letting on. He mentioned going to put on his Sunday best and Trixie wondered if she had any clothing that really fit the bill. Even in her human life, Trixie was never much a church-goer, and she wasn't about to start dressing like one either. Modest dress was for prudes and pretenders. When you have goods to offer, you must put them on display, and when those goods are fetched for as high a price as Beatrix de La Croix, you have to make sure the buyers know that they are worth it.

Trixie shook her head to drive out the thought. No, that was The Madame talking, and she had put that voice to sleep long ago - or so she thought, but no, that Blod boy woke her up again. And what an immensely pleasurable way to wake up. No, it wasn't a good thing. Guilty, she must feel guilty for straying in such a way. What would he think? He? He being Francis? ...Alistair? Beatrix bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Instead of letting herself dwell, Trixie put her focus on the contents of her closet. Right, pick an outfit, that's where this all started. Her fingers thumbed through the varying textures of fabric until they settled on the perfect choice. A little black dress that was a cross between something you might see at a wealthy person's funeral, or see a Russian spy wearing. The most important features were that it left her cleavage just the right amount exposed and the open keyhole back offered easy access to her holstered weapons. After piling her ebony curls in a loose updo and putting on a light splash of make-up to make her ethereal blue eyes pop even more, she headed out the door to the Kingston abode.

She rolled up in her small, sleek hybrid car and stepped out, looking the picture of elegance. The Kingstons only knew her as savage and a killer, she would show them her classier side on this occasion... that is, until the politics get too boring and someone has to bleed just to liven up the place. Beatrix smiled at Alistair upon her arrival, hoping that his little blood meal might have lifted his mood some.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I figured they'd all run into each other on the beach and shenanigans ensue.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

I know, in my head he is the big brute of a man. XD

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

@Apollosarcher, I don't know why, but every time that I see that picture of Praetor it shocks me, because he doesn't look like that in my mind at all. Haha.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Deadbeat? Yeesh, so much JarBear hate, you'll all regret it when he makes it big someday! :p

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

When Grant agreed to take place in their debauchery, Jareth threw his fists in the air and gave a party shout equivalent to that of an avid sports fan watching their favorite team make the winning score. "Yes, just a little beach pre-gaming" he said and then his voice gave way to a bout of laughter. While Grant went in search of heavier alcohol, Jareth looked out the window and surveyed the beach full of, well, beach babes. He let out a catcall-like whistle "Can't wait to get out there, hurry up and change man!" he said with some Hunter-level excitement on his tongue. Grant rushed into his bedroom to change and came back out shirtless in all his buff-and-brown glory "Woah, man, you trying to jingle my jimmies here?" Jareth said with light sarcasm and a laugh. "No shirt if you want to get all the ladies, shirt if you want to give your buddies a chance at some of them, eh?" he said with a wink and polished off the rest of his champagne flute.