« b l a c k and b r u i s e d » Aug 8, 2006 0:04:16 GMT
Post by Blitz Williams. on Aug 8, 2006 0:04:16 GMT
my days are numbered down on my life
Dressed in a white wife-beater and a pair of Tripp jeans, not to mention his boots instead of his normal chuck taylors, he obviously didn’t look like much of a beach person. He accepted that, but, whether the people there liked it or not, he was there, and, odd as it may seem, he was a beach person. Well.. to an extent. He hated the sand. But, either way, it didn’t matter, did it? Of course not.
It was almost noon, and blazing hot. Why do you think Blitz was wearing a wife-beater instead of one of his band tees? Exactly. He shook his head, making no sense whatsoever, even to himself. One hand was shoved into the side pocket, his thumb hitched on the black denim. Blitz smirked, raising his other hand and rubbing his eye. He yawned almost silently, licking his lips after doing so and finding the cool metal of his lip ring. So what? He’d just woken up, not long ago. Another reason why he was wearing a wife-beater – he was to lazy to search through the boxes in his bedroom. Ah, well. It happened like that. Running a hand through his hair before letting his hand fall back to his side, Blitz sat on the sand, a good ways away from the water.
Blitz rested his arms on his knees, squinting as he looked around. It was much to bright, but it happened like that sometimes. Scratching the back of his neck before returning his arm to his knee, he shifted his gaze to the ocean, his head tilted slightly. Boredom, as well as seeing the sand around him, made him want to do something drastic. Why? To hell if he knew. He just did. Deep in thought, he blinked and shook his head once a gust of wind brought him back to reality. “Well, damn.” He said out loud, smirking to himself. He looked down at the sand beside him, biting his lip as he did. He continued to squint – god, did the sun have to reflect off of the sand? And, if it did, why did it have to be so dam bright?! Ah, well. Shaking his head, he looked at his arms, seeing the different tattoos. A Georgia boy – with tattoos, too! – who couldn’t take sun reflecting off the sand?
Oh my. Something must be wrong.
i know i can't quite make it
[ ooc. my beginning posts totally suck. x.x open thread. next post'll be better. xD ]