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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 24, 2012 21:39:17 GMT -5
It was the same as always, a radiant sun would beat down on the large camp and warm up everyone, overheating quite a few of them due to the rising temperature. Three teenagers rode around camp, manually making a draft and working up their own sweat as they pushed themselves on their skateboards. Wheels spun on the ground and created a small ruckus as they sped around with their hair sweeping behind them. To them, the weather couldn't be better for boarding around the area.
The Bryant siblings eventually broke off from their friend, Jack, and headed towards the Hermes cabin. Since Chase had discovered her feminine side, they'd still not been claimed, but her brother insisted they were no children of Aphrodite as her boyfriend had thought. So, they continued on with their unclaimed lives and stalked around the camp with very little to do. Eventually, Dustin decided to go swimming and changed into his swim trunks while Chase ran off to find her long term, as Dustin loved to call him, "fuck-friend". What else was a single man to do when his little sister had a boyfriend? He headed over to the lake with his beach towel in hand and his wife beater hanging around his neck instead of on his body. He laid his towel out and took the wife beater off completely, beginning to contemplate his option of sunbathing or swimming.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 24, 2012 22:27:18 GMT -5
Small body was laying on the shore, in shorts that were slightly pulled up, eyes closed, the boy loved feeling the sun on his sun, when the sun was deciding to get too hot, he got up and ran a hand through his raven colored hair. The teen saw a male standing a little ways down the shore, it was Dustin Bryant, his shirt was off and his muscular chest was showing and his abs. Breyton tore his eyes away from Dustin before he drooled from the sight. He knew that Dustin was gay, but he didn't want to know what the answer would be if he asked him anything. He was too scared of being denied or being laughed at and saying that he wasn't good enough for him. Breyton shook his head and got up, stretching quickly and grabbing his towel, folding it quickly and neatly.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 24, 2012 22:34:23 GMT -5
Dustin flopped onto his towel, without a thought and let out a pained grunt as his back hit a rough patch in the dirt. He rolled onto his side and grumbled under his breath. "Fucking hell, what idiots decide to make the ground so hard and lumpy?" he mumbled. Upset with the space he lied on, he got up and walked over to the water instead.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 24, 2012 22:40:57 GMT -5
Breyton was walking along the shore, holding his towel close to his chest. He didn't see a rock in his path and he stubbed his toe on it, falling into the water and letting out a squeak of pain. His towel sunk in the shallows he sat there, soaking in the water for a second before getting up and picking up his towel. He then started limping slightly towards camp, hating that he attracted some attention to himself.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 24, 2012 22:42:07 GMT -5
Dustin heard him fall in and looked towards the noise. He saw it was Breyton and chuckled a little bit, thinking that it was actually pretty cute, before diving into the water and swimming a little ways out.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 24, 2012 22:56:13 GMT -5
Breyton sighed and sat on the on the dock, crossing his foot onto his opposite knee and rubbed his injured foot that hurt like hell. Breyton then started chewing on the skin beside the bed of his nails and such, he made sure to only do it on his thumbs, but it was a bad habbit that he needed to quit. He looked out on the lake and saw that Dustin was now swimming, he blushed as he saw that and bit his bottom lip. He pulled himself up and started walking back to his cabin.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2012 8:09:08 GMT -5
Dustin dunked his head under water and surfaced only a few seconds later, shaking out his hair. He smiled at the feeling of water rushing around his limbs and continued swimming out.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 25, 2012 13:50:13 GMT -5
Breyton sighed and dug through his belongings and grabbed out a white no-sleeved shirt and some skinny jeans that he cut off at the knees. Everybody knew he went with the more girlish trends, but he wasn't embarrassed by it, he liked it, he thought it made him look cute.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2012 18:37:46 GMT -5
After swimming for around half an hour, Dustin got out of the lake and walked over to his towel. He stretched a little and scanned the lake side, trying to find a single person who wasn't a complete pervert. Upon finding none, he sat on his towel and gently lowered himself on his back, putting his hands behind his head to support his neck. From there, he simply closed his eyes and relaxed as the sun beat down on his skin, drying him off.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 26, 2012 13:15:43 GMT -5
Breyton had made his way back to the lake, sitting down on the dock and kicking the water with the tips of his toes, he liked the tighter brands of clothes, he always did. He leaned back, setting his hands behind him and looking up at the docks. Days like this made him wonder, who was going to be by his side, for the rest of his life, or just more of less than a month. He just shook his head and sat up straight, looking out at the people around the lake. The boy smiled a little, he liked seeing happy people. But his one problem was; he couldn't bring himself to talk to any of them. They had to break the ice first. That's why he didn't have many friends at all, because many didn't know they had to break the ice first. After that was when he diced to get really friendly and smiley. Breyton always laughed and smiled with his friends, unless something bad happened. A pair of intoxicating pair of dark grey eyes that looked like melted silver, the dark metal, which was once cold, was now warm and flowing. It was kind of odd how his eyes described his personality like that with friends. He smiled and felt hands against his back, that pushed him into the lake. Great, the people are coming to tease me because I'm gay and scrawny again. I better just deal with it. He thought and got out of the water, being pushed around in the group of men, his eyes growing dull and tired looking. "C'mon fag! Show us some of that gay pride your so proud of!" They hissed at him. One guy shoved him excessively hard which brought his stomach into a fist. He coughed and spattered, going to his knees. "Oh look, the faggot wants to suck us off!" One of the guys said and the whole group started laughing.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 26, 2012 18:57:53 GMT -5
It took a few minutes until Dustin spotted Breyton on the shore. Chuckling a little, he placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to relax in the sun's rays. However, it was barely a few minutes before he heard an obnoxious laughter that he'd hated for so many reasons, causing him to get onto his feet and storm angrily towards the group. He quickly shoved two of them to the side to get into their little circle, his muscles rippling and flexing at the movement. "That's enough, dickwads. Go make out with your overly-fake girlfriends and leave the kid alone." he snapped at the group, angrily. If they tried to do anything more to either of the boys in the center, he was willing and ready to fight them off, but he focused on helping Breyton up first. As he pulled Breyton to his feet, gently, he kept a good watch on his peripheral vision in case someone moved to attack.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 26, 2012 23:23:20 GMT -5
The group of men started walking off and sneering. "Now I bet those two fags are gonna go have sex. God just the thought of it makes me want to puke!" One guy said and they all laughed, they all picked up good sized stones and threw them at Breyton, the center of their attack, a few hit his body and wouldn't probably do anything, but some hit him in the face and started to draw blood. A thin stream of blood was coming out of the corner of his mouth where he had gotten hit in the face before. Breyton looked up at Dustin and then looked down quickly, blushing. Bretyon fiddled with his thumb as he was pressed up against Dustin's side with the other males arms around his shoulder. It was probably enough to give him a heart attack.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 27, 2012 19:53:03 GMT -5
Dustin let go of Breyton and immediately moved into fighting mode, punching all of the guys and knocking a few of them out while the others flew to the ground. "Fuck off, your girlfriends are probably screwing Jaxon or Trent by now. They're a hell of a lot better than you guys, especially since you guys have such small dicks and no balls. Hell, you were probably born female." he snapped, angrily. He grabbed Breyton's arm, gently, but firmly and pulled him away from the group of idiots.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 27, 2012 22:42:42 GMT -5
Breyton blushed once again as he watched Dustin fight off those men, for his sake. And then he was being pulled away from the group by his arm, his touch was so warm, it made him feel like he was on Cloud 9 from being so close to Dustin. Breyton had the biggest crush on him for the past month, it was just like a dream that this was happening. Then Breyton tripped over his own feet, thinking about all that, his face brushing the ground. His arm was the only thing that was making him stay off the ground. He stood up on his own and brushed himself off. Then surprisingly, because everybody knew he was very shy, he spoke first. "I-I'm fine, th-thank you." Breyton said quietly, his voice smooth and calming, even if he was angry his voice hardly changed in pitch.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 29, 2012 21:57:31 GMT -5
((Chu forget dis one. c:))
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