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The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Well, that escalated quickly. O.o

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Just you and me is fine. :]

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

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Jules had asked which pool would have the hottest girls. “Well, I’d say the 18+ one, that way there’s no jailbait issues.” Jar said with a chuckle and took a sip of his beer. If one could feel mellow and excited at the same time, that’s what he felt. This place was awesome and he couldn’t wait to see what the week would bring.

The guys finished their food as hungry men often do, scarfing it down and all but missing the taste of it. They had made it back to the suite as a group and went their separate ways to change clothes, well, those of them that needed to did. Jareth put his black and grey trunks on and kept his weathered Atreyu tanktop on, once at the pool he wouldn’t be wearing it anyway. Knowing that he would soon be shirtless in front of girls set his testosterone in motion and he promptly did a few dozen sit ups and push ups to get his muscles flexed. Jar wasn’t a super buff dude, but being a stage personality kept him aware of his appearance, and personal upkeep was important to him. There really was something to say for the whole 'when you look good, you feel good' thing in his opinion.

Jareth gave his hair a check in the mirror. He had trimmed it a bit since the break up and his dark brown, nearly black, locks fell to just about his eyebrows and below his ears on the sides. Once he emerged from his room he saw Jules, but Hunter was nowhere to be found. “He probably already took off.” Jar said, “Hopefully the wayward kid made it there without getting escorted away by security.” Jareth opened the door for them and locked it once they left. “To Solarium!” he announced happily, as if it were some battle cry.

It wasn’t so hard to spot Hunter upon arrival to the pool, as he had stolen the mic from some poor staff member. Was he trying to get them kicked off? Jar rolled his eyes and turned to Jules, he wasn’t going to go down with that ship (hehe). He eyed the juice bar instead of acknowledging Hunter. “Hmm, I really want to drink something out of a coconut. But, maybe I should wait till we get to our first island for that.” he mused to Julius. There was also a big indoor water park nearby. Jareth did a double take at some girl in pink, she was kind of far away, but she looked familiar. Odd...

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The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@Betrayal Couple (Which may or may not include me, just putting that out there)

Be sure to discuss how you want things to go in a PM. Remember that the deck party isn't this night in the RP, but the next night.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

The new names have drawn. Do your best to keep it a secret!

I will wait until one of the girls post to give them a chance to catch up timeline-wise.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@XxLyraxX

You're all good. Glad to have you back. I've considered redrawing names for the betrayal couple since we have a new member. How would you feel about that?

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Béatrix stayed with her grandmother for a while, chatting about lost time and new travels. As conversations with Frida tended to these days, this one went to the subject of her future seat on the Council. Trixy understood her grandmother’s desire to ‘get her ducks in a row’ so to speak, but a position like that wasn’t something she was ready for. Sensing her discomfort, Frida chuckled “Well, I’m not dead yet.”

“Good. Valhalla doesn’t deserve you.” Trixy said half joking, half serious. Frida responded with a warm smile, “Aye, though I’d much rather end up in Fólkvangr with Freyja. Us women have to stick together.” The blonde said as she put her hand on top of Aislinn’s. It was a small gesture, but an overwhelmingly adorable and loving one. Her eyes became more thoughtful before speaking next. “That is, if the draugr are even welcome in the Great Halls…” she mused and then shook her head.

In time, they were hugging and saying their farewells. Frida told Trixy she needed to write her more. Trixy told Frida that it was the 21st century, and that she needed to embrace technology: cellphones, computers, anything after the pony express, really. Agreeing to disagree, but promising to keep in touch, Trixy departed to board another flight to Nantes, France.

Thankfully, these relatives were completely acclimated to the modern age, as it was the only age they’d ever known, so Trixy could call them to inform them of her visit. Camille and Lucas Delacroix, and their daughter Emma, were some of the only living relatives that Béatrix had. While Trixy’s parents were grieving their daughter’s death, they had conceived a son that continued their family name, Lucas is a lineal descendant of that son - Trixy's only sibling.

The flight was just a short hop in comparison to the previous one, but a great deal more expensive because of the short notice. Money wasn’t an issue though, it hadn’t been for a long time. Camille had informed Trixy that Lucas would just be getting out of work upon her arrival, but that she could pick her up from the airport.

“Cami!” Béatrix cooed as she met eyes with what she considered to be her sister-in-law; It was easier to think of Lucas like a brother because of how young she looked next to him. The women embraced before heading out the the Delacroix home. It was a modest abode set in a more rural area just outside of Nantes. Camille was a middle-school teacher and Lucas was a businessman who worked in the city and together they made enough to comfortably raise their child in their own home with two cars. Trixy remembered how nervous she’d been when she first arrived here. Supernaturals had only recently revealed themselves to the public at large, and there was still a lot of hate to go around. Lucky for Trixy, this little family was open-minded and supportive when meeting their long-thought-dead relative.

Lucas’ shiny silver car was parked in the driveway, meaning he had already gotten out of work and picked Emma up from after-school dance practice. One of her favorite parts about visiting with the Delacroix was that every word spoken was in French. Trixy had barely stepped in the door before the sound of tiny feet pitter-pattering along the hardwood greeted her. “Tata Twixxy!” squeaked a tutu-clad girl with chocolate brown hair pulled into a bun as she peeked around the corner. Emma launched into a full-blown 4-year-old sprint before latching around Trixy’s knees. The hug was enough to completely melt Béatrix’ heart. How could it not? Trixy looked up to see Camille greet her husband with an affectionate peck on the lips. It was then that it hit her: she wanted this.

Béatrix had never seen her vampirism as a curse like many others do. She was dying and the love of her life had saved her. Trixy was strong and would live forever, but... she could never have a child of her own. She grew up not only expecting to have a family, but wanting one. She had hoped for a family like the Delacroix’, not a just political marriage, but a loving one. And maybe, just maybe, she could have a shot a that? She might not be able to birth children, but gay couples were making great strides in being able to adopt, who’s to say the supernaturals couldn’t be next?

“Auntie, can I see your fangs yet?” Emma’s high-pitched voice squeaked. Béatrix chuckled after breaking away from her own thoughts. “Not yet. Maybe when you’re older.” Trixy said, bringing forth an adorable little pout.

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@FallenTrinity
When can we expect a post? The suspense is killin' me! :p

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@TalijaKey

Approved. But, what is mask? You have it listed in his 'likes' section.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Can everyone announce their time skips in the OOC before posting them? Also, try not to do it unless everyone is on board with them.

I also noticed @XxLyraxX has been absent for 13 days so we miiigghht need another new player. *le sigh*