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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 14, 2013 21:31:05 GMT -8
Disney freaking land. The theme park of sheer happiness. A place of immeasurable love. Rainbows and glitter - yeah that sort of crap.
Marcos felt a bit uncomfortable today. He was given a free pass by one of his female friends to go and have fun, but it was a crappy day to do such. First off, his lengthy plaid black shorts were covered in ice cream courtesy of a five year old trying to cut in front of him in line for a ride. It wouldn't have been so bad had it not been a cone with three different scoops of ice cream stacked on top of each other in a very disorganized fashion. Not to mention the psychopathic mother that thought her ADHD son was the most precious, innocent entity that ever came into being (who proceeded to tell him why Mexicans were meant to work for less than minimum wage and why they were inferior to white Europeans). Without even acknowledging her presence and lack of proper social etiquette, he stepped to the gate and was seated on the ride, hearing an angry white lady screaming and being hauled away by park security.
Hannah, the young lady kind enough to give him the free pass, took off while he was in the bathroom. She even was kind enough to turn her phone off so that she could go run amuck without being seen with the Mexican wearing ice cream shorts. He wasn't too worried about that because he wasn't that close to her anyway, but she could have had the decency to not...well, run away unexpectedly. So Marcos walked over to the nearest park bench and took a nap. It was unsightly to see a Mexican young man sleeping on a bench with sticky shorts, but after the morning he had he was in no shape to be full of joy and excitement.
Thankfully the weather was warm. When Marcos checked the weather that morning, there was no chance of rain and there would be a slight breeze constantly. Today was probably one of the first days that the weatherman was correct, so Marcos would enjoy his nap in the beautiful weather. With so many people passing by and chatting, it was easy to drift away to the constant chatter (it was actually pretty soothing). Before long, he was absolutely oblivious to the world.
WORDS!: 398 TAG!: Samantha SETTING!: 30 of April, around 1:45pm.
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Post by elyse on Mar 14, 2013 22:09:54 GMT -8
Marcos wasn't the only one taking advantage of the gorgeous weather. Samantha Moore's idea of a good time was not sitting around in a classroom, bored during a lecture, and more importantly, inside when the weather was nice. She decided to ditch yet again... This was the second time this week. Not a good idea, but when did she ever have good ideas?
Oddly enough, this particular ditch trip was made in advance. She had rallied a few friends together to come with her. Since her family was quite wealthy, she had splurged on a season pass to Disneyland as well as California Adventure. It was only a hop, skip and a jump away in Anaheim. Why not get a season pass when you lived so close to the happiest place on earth?
However, just like Marcos, her day was not turning out so happy either. Her friends bailed and decided that their grades were more important. Pfft, homework. Sam just wanted to have fun. But since she had traveled all the way to Anaheim, she decided she might as well make the best of it.
She perused the park for a bit, looking at all of the fussy children with their impatient mothers. She made a soft "Tch" and shook her head. It was great to be old enough to buy your own things without having to ask. There was no room for rejection and crying that way. Speaking of buying things, she had just passed a small concession stand that had some cute Micky Mouse shaped ice cream bars. Yum. She got in line and bought one a vanilla one that was dipped in chocolate and covered in nuts.
One bite sent some of the chocolate down onto the ground. A groan escaped her, and she looked around for a bench to sit on. Eating and walking just didn't sound appealing, not if she was going to lose half of her ice cream that she just bought. Everywhere she looked, she saw tired dads or moms who were feeding or rocking their children to sleep. Strollers and diaper bags... Eugh. She didn't want to be by that.
It took only a few more moments for her to see the bench with the nap taker. He was taking up almost all of the bench... There'd be room if he'd just scoot his legs down a little bit. Samantha strolled over to him and looked down for a moment. On one hand, it would be sort of mean to wake someone from their nap... On the other hand, she needed a place to sit down and eat her ice cream.
So with her decision made, Samantha put on her sweetest smile and tapped him lightly on the foot. "Hello~" she called, "Do you mind moving your foot, please? I'd like to sit down."
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 14, 2013 22:32:06 GMT -8
Being in the land of happiness, which to him wasn't Disneyland but in fact the back of his eyelids, he didn't respond at first to the young lady nudging him with her foot. It took a few seconds as he heard a voice speaking to him, coming to and realizing what she was saying. Slightly embarrassed, he swung his feet around to place them gently on the ground, patting the hard bench beside him and smiling. "Sorry about that ma'am. Have a seat." The Mexican made an attempt to "readjust" himself as well, hoping that this young lady wouldn't notice.
To be quite honest, he was having a spectacular dream. He was working at 4Play one evening while Naomi was dancing and this beautiful woman came up and started ordering drinks. The two talked for a bit and eventually decided that they liked each other. The scene shifted a few weeks and they were on a date at her place. She lived in a small apartment, but it was much more cozy than the rathole he lived in. Fast forward two years and they were engaged, waiting on that special day to arrive. It all seemed to fly by so fast that he even imagined having three kids with her, two girls and one boy. They were all very beautiful and talented, and he knew that one day they would grow up to make something of themselves, unlike himself. He could see himself growing older, holding his wife until she took her last breath. During all of this, he could remember the steamy, passionate..."ongoings" between he and his wife, never failing to please one another to the fullest. That was why his dream was so amazing yet the guy had only been asleep for...maybe ten minutes.
The first thing Marcos noticed about her was her bright, red-orange hair. Sitting against her pale skin, it naturally stood out, but definitely in a good way. She looked like a small child with her mickey mouse-shaped ice cream, dripping slightly on the ground in front of her. Marcos chuckled a bit as he watied for her to take a seat. It wasn't often you could find grown women munching on a mouse-shaped frozen treat, but for someone like this young girl, it was almost cute.
"S'a pretty day out here today, wouldn't you say so?" Instead of going back to sleep, Marcos silently agreed with his conscience to keep up a conversation. Hell that would be much better than spending the day in the "magic kingdom" alone, right? A little company wouldn't hurt at all, especially not whenever it was an attractive female. For some reason, Marcos thought she looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. She didn't come into 4Play to his knowledge and he hadn't recognized her from any of his resturants that he frequented. Perhaps they had met at a party once? It was hard to tell whenever Marcos had visited so many parties. Besides, after drinking a few, one's own memory seems to diminish a bit.
"Say, don't I know you from somewhere...?"
WORDS!: 523 TAG!: Samantha SETTING!: 30 of April, around 1:45pm.
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Post by elyse on Mar 20, 2013 21:19:56 GMT -8
Ma'am? Sam didn't look that old, did she? She didn't think so. The look she gave him then screamed "what the hell" but she dismissed his little attempt at being polite. He had moved over for her, after all.
There, that was much better. Taking a seat beside the male, Samantha went right back to enjoying her treat. The ice cream melted rather quickly, and some of it had started to drip along her hand. Her pink tongue slipped out of her mouth to run along her hand. There was no way she was going to let any of her ice cream go to waste! Eating her treat without spilling it was taking up most of her concentration, but she was still able to at least hold a conversation. "Mmhm," she agreed with a nod, "If you can get past the whining babies, it is a great day."
All that was left of her ice cream was the popsicle stick that held it up. A triumphant smile spread across her lips. His next question made her smile fade, and she blinked. Curious now, she turned to her bright red head to study the male she had sat next to. Hm... Was he familiar to her? Samantha tapped the stick against her cheek as she thought. "Were you..." A tilt of her head, and she took a moment to think again. "Were you at Chris's party last weekend? Maybe?" Sam went to so many parties, it was hard to keep track of everyone who was at each one.
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 24, 2013 14:08:57 GMT -8
More amusing than looking like a small child was the bright orange hair that made her look as if she stepped out of an animated tv show. He couldn't help but to inwardly laugh, realizing how childlike she was (and you wouldn't believe how womanly her body was). But instead of laughing out loud, he simply creased the corners of his mouth into a smile. It was quite endearing, but he would never admit that out loud. Hell he might sound like a pedophile, and that was the last thing he needed people whispering about.
But she was absolutely correct. Throughout the crowds of people, an echo of whining, crying, screaming, and all-around revolt against parenthood was making it difficult to enjoy a day in the park. "Some parents just don't need to be parents, you know? It's not that hard. Just keep your damned legs closed and voila! That is why birth control was invented...In fact, this is the only birth control I need." Marcos pointed to a young boy, approximately age 8, who was screaming at his parents and kicking them as they walked. The little terror wouldn't have been acting like that had Marcos been the father, but thankfully childcare woes would likely never fall onto him.
The party...had it been Chris's party? He honestly didn't have a clue, but it was possible. "I really don't remember...Guess that's a sign of partying too much." His extraordinarily white teeth sparkled in the sunlight, causing one kid to scream out and instantly go blind. Well not really, but Marcos was proud of his amazing set of chompers. He also noticed that Samantha had a very pretty smile, which was something he looked for in a woman. Shifting a bit in his seat, he turned toward the young ginger and tossed his leg in the bench space between them. "You know, that's quite a nice smile you have there. It's a shame to be wasting it...here...with all these little shits...Gah can you tell I'm not a kids kind of guy?" Through a bit of stumbling in that conversation, he managed to catch himself and just chuckle about it. No point in lying - he wouldn't claim one of those demons. Ever.
WORDS!: 385 TAG!: Samantha SETTING!: 30 of April, around 1:45pm.
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