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This sounds absolutely lovely. Definitely interested.
DUSTIN


Dustin's mind wandered with his buzz, unable to truly focus. The feelings in his stomach soon faded to an odd sensation of warmth. As the woman talked in front of him, he felt more and more in this moment, and in an odd way, less like himself. He felt himself arouse.

A sort of typical instinct took over himself, and he moved forward, putting both hands on her hips and sliding up to bare, smooth skin. His lips pressed into hers, as his eyes remained shut.

No matter how many woman lay between the past and this moment, Dustin had never been able to fully be with another. He saw her eyes in this woman. He felt her skin. He tasted her lips.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing, after all. It was honest with himself, and beyond not so much as remembering this woman's name, he could already tell there was another in her mind as well. Beyond what was reasonable, maybe they both just wanted a good fuck.

Together they smelled of hash and liquor, and it was best thing Dustin smelt all night so far. Pulling back from her, Dustin took in a deep breath, and opened his eyes. For a moment they seemed a shade of porcelain blue; a shade he never wanted to see in a woman again.

"Perhaps," he breathed, "we should get a room."

He looked around, trying desperately to focus. Between the booze and his own libido, he wasn't sure how he even remembered that it wasn't polite to fuck in public. His hand, however, hadn't bothered to wait. His fingers began reaching around the front again, sliding slowly into her pants. Dustin prayed no one walk in.

It wasn't the first impression he had in mind.

Thank you both for letting me know.

Also, bump.
Bump and an update:

If you'd like to stick with us here, I'd ask that you comment below. I really would hate to do this, but I haven't seen or heard from some of you in nearly two weeks, and if this trend continues for longer than a few days, I'm going to have to assume you're no longer interested in playing the game, and find a way to bring in new members. Although we can always find a way to bring you back into the fold, if you're interested in doing so at a later date.

@februari and @Redstring, no worries, I know both of you are so far interested in continuing. :)
DUSTIN


“Everything kills you,” Dustin said suddenly, but calmly, in response to her comment.
Although she did have a point. Dustin made a move for the bar, putting out his cigarette once again. He waited for the woman to make he move, but it never came. In fact, she had definitely gotten herself high by this point, and the game’s intensity seemed to fade as she talked. As Dustin listened to her statement about fries churn out into the open smoky air, he felt his stomach churning—paying for the sins he had sent down into it.
Dustin had a tolerance for this sort of thing, the amount of drinks he had taken in this night were starting to fight against it. His mind wandered to thoughts of some sort of war between his Stomach and his Liver. He smiled at the thought.
“It’s fucked, isn’t it?” he joked, as she commented on the situation around them. It truly was. “I think that’s what I like about it.”
Dustin’s eyes wandered around, loosing focus, before locking onto the carpeted floor beneath them. It had been so pristinely taken care of, Dustin could make out the bent fibers where the two had been walking, and could even tell his footfalls apart from her’s. He wondered if John or Doe would be taking care of this particular room, or rather it would be them. “We’re all crazy for signing up.” He said after a moment, honestly.
His eyes jolted up to hers suddenly. “What ‘am I gonna miss?” he asked, with just a hint of a slur.
“Fuckin’ everything. All the grass. The trees…all that. But not just the big things. Maybe…the smell of gasoline at the pump. The taste of a Big Mac at three in the morning. Fuckin’ driving, all night long, as far as the road would take you. Anywhere you want to go…“
Dustin smiled at the thought, before another image ran through his head; porcelain, blue eyes.
His smile dropped briefly, but soon returned. All things fade with time. Although he wondered if the churning within him ever would. Dustin worried about how much longer he’d be able to keep his liquor down, at this rate.
Daily Bump for visibility.
Here for the character opening? Open the spoiler below:






Hello everyone. It's been a while.

It's been over a week since we've had any activity, and while I totally understand if life has been keeping you busy or your characters have little to do, I'd like to take this opportunity to ask all of you what you'd like to do, as I continue to search (now publicly, as you can see) for a replacement character.

I have the fullest of intentions to continue on making Open Waters a thing. I've always wanted it to be a creation not just of mine, but of a collective of people, active and wanting to push the story in directions they would like to see. A storyline created out of the moment, rather than dictated by me or my rules. I still want this, but I'm going to need some help.

If you're still interesting in sticking with us? What would you like to do?

I feel as if it's best if we move on to Day Two, and (if nobody protests this within a day) I'll be ending my current conversation with Rathe and sending my own character to bed. After this post I'll immediately move us to Day Two, and I have a few ideas to throw some conflict into the situation as well.

Please, if you have any suggestions or ideas, do not hesitate to contact me. I'm here to make sure that if you want to stay, you get something out of it, not just me. We're all on the site for different reasons, but I'm assuming we all would want to have fun with it!

Let's make something great together.
Sure thing! Since Emma's gone to sleep, now might be a good time for Gabanre and Richard to converse? Just suggesting. Otherwise we'll hold off on the night transition until the joint post. It rather works out for me as it'll be some time before I fill the vacancy, which I'm hoping to do just before Day Two.
Back with more updates:

@februari just posted the joint-post we created over the past few days. In the meantime, I believe I've found a someone to fill in our new vacancy. I'll update everyone when I get confirmation about this but we'll get the role filled soon, and I'll write out the character switch in a post soon.

As for what's currently going on, I'd once again recommend we go ahead and have some continued conversations but I'm hoping to wean the Night to an end soon. Post frequency has really dimmed down so I'd like to keep things moving. Anyone have any desires for the next day? I've got my own ideas but I'd like to hear what everyone else would like, too.
Thank you @Zamokra41. I respect your decision and I wish you the best of luck as well.

I'll be writing a post soon explaining the removal of @Zamokra41's character and looking to see who will fill his shoes in the coming days.
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