General RP The Beachside Bash (Crow)

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Merrick (Formerly known as Micah by his parents, and the government before he graduated highscool) was sitting in his room, with the curtains closed, blavked out, the only light blazing in the room was from his computer, typing away at a ghostly screen. Alt rock blaring from the speakers, the floor vibrating as Blood Soup, a Punk band was screaming about rejecting the chains of society. His black hair overgrown, but stylish, his black eyes fixed on the screen. He was in the midst of writing his book, still refusing to exit his room. He barely heard the knocking outside his door at his mom beat oj it, but across the hall, Kris heard her sigh and tapped on his brothers door. "Kris! Your brother has mail! Tell the vampire to crawl out if his cave!" She said as she placed the envelope on the floor and walked off to go finish doing the laundry. The Envelope was flowery lavender with fine lacy lining along the edges, and green cursive writing. With simply the name 'Micah' on it with a heart in the place of the I's dot.
 
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Kris was working on an art project when he heard the knocking at the door and sighs. "I'll handle it mom" he was glad his brother was exploring his own individuality and freedom but it gave his brother more work. For some reason Merrick only allowed Kris to enter his room lately so it was his job to pull him out occasionally. The older brother would leave his room, taking the mail from their mother and barging into Merricks room. "Hey dark lord, you have mail and it's time for breakfast'
 
Merrick jumped as his brother barged into his room, his shoulders wrapped up in his blanket while he was working. "Hey-" he grumbled as he squinted against the sudden light. He reached out, his pale arm grabbing the envelope. "Fine, whatever-" he said then flushed as he looked at the envelope and then threw it on hus desk. "It's nothing." He said ruffling his hair, his chipped black nails brushing through them. "And I'm not hungry, asshole-" he said as he turned back to his computer.
 
He watched the letter be tossed on the desk and immediately grabbed it. "If its truly nothing then you won't mind" he says opening it and preceding to read the contents. "At least come to the table for a bit and talk to mom, she would like that " kris's style was similar to his brothers, all black, but less moody and rebellious. His style was sexy and eye catching, tight or transparent clothes that showcased his muscles. Piercings lining his face, more punk than goth.
 
"Nonono-" Merrick jolted as his big brother snatched up the envelope and popped it open, his hand slipping helplessly at it as Kris skimmed it. It was an formal invitation, to some beach party it seemed. It Read

'Dear SanguineLord69,

You are invited to the Soft Society's annual Beach Party for this weekend for all your dedication and care for our forums! For being Top Poster of the year, we have enclosed two tickets for a plus one! Bring your sunscreen and your sun towel! And be your prett-'

Was about as far as Kris saw before hus little brother ripped the paper from his hands and threw it across the room like itvwas a live grenade. "Get out! Get out!" He said shoving his taller, more muscular brother in the chest desperately, his face the cool of a cherry. "I'll kill you if yiu ever talk about this!"
 
Kris raised a brow as he read half of the letter. He was surprised that his brother got some free beach trip just from posting on a site. "Wow, you sure are lucky aren't you mer, free beach trip" he says smirking as he is shoved back by his brother. "Nothing to be ashamed of, hope you have fun, could be good to be in the sun' he spoke as he backed into the hallways.
 
At this, Kris grabbed the door, wrenching it back open. "Dude, no. I get you are a loner and such in the real world. But you seem to have friends on this site and they are wanting you at this beach. You should go. I can come with you if you need a buddy" he truly cared about his brother and thought this beach trip could be good for him
 
"Micah is going to the beach? That's a great idea!" Merrick heard their mom squeal, making him sigh in defeat. If she asked any more questions, or pushed details-

"Y-yeah uh....I was invited out... soi wasn't sure if I could go." He said carefully. "Kris can drive you honey, you need some sun!" She said walking off before Merrick could flail for a word. Fuck. He let go of the door. "I'll...pack I guess" He said under his breath as he turned back to go into his room. He hadn't gone to the beach in years.
 
Kris heard his brother sigh in embarrassment as briefly as his door shut, but when the door eventually opened again, Merrick was shrouded in a black Hoodir with long sleeves, black board shorts, and converses. Hus long hair pinned up, with a wrapped braid framing the right side if his face, and his peticed ears in display. His neck wrapped in a studded choker, and a roller bag with skeletons on it sitting next to him. It was about....80 degrees out but he was committed. He even put on eyeliner and shadow.
 
"They aren't- whatever-" he said mumbled as he got in tge car, the sun beaming down making Merrick....very very white looking, damn near undead. He cringed and slid his hands In his pockets. After hopping into car, the trip to tye Beach only 30 minutes, Merrick cranking on some metal as the sun tried to bake the sun depraved goth through the windshield. A tall white building was on the beach front, with its own board wall, a 5 star resort with valet parking posted up, a set of nice palm trees lining the beach line in the distance. The air was salty here, and beach goers that were frolicking oariund were only in swimsuits, most of them tasteful enough. But the only clashing thing was a pink banner set up that said Soft Society, with pastel blue lettering, glittery flowers, and small hands holding what might be hearts or rabbits. Merrick cleared his throat as he climbed out of the car. "I'm going to...turn I our tickets."
 
Merrick wheeled his bag into the hotel quickly, vanishing as Kris walked for the beach. The waves were crystal clear blue, and the heat if the sun made the Sand sizzling hot. The banners for this Soft Society even was stabbed into the sand, drawing a border and a small wall on the beach. At a glimpse ot was....alot of girls running ariund on the other side, some sun bathing, others frolicking or swimming, some grouped up and chatting on blankets. Was Merrick surfing the internet picking up women or something? God they were all really cute too. Some petite, other curiver.

While Kris was simply walking, her heard something clapping behind...loudly, frantically.
 
Kris heard teh clapping and turned to it "What the hell?" he looked for the source of it.

at the soft society only section, one of these girls was laying on a towel sunbathing despite already having a dark tan. he was short, almost boyish if not for her thick, curvy hips. he looked up at Merrick and waves at him. he had a hot pink tattoo on his lower stomach
 
As Kris turned toward the sound he saw a pink haired woman in a bright green swimsuit, tanned dark save for sharp tan lights at her upper body, cutting out a paid look for a short sleeved shirt perhaps? A strip of tanned skin wrapped at the barely and around their belly to a panty shapped tan void as swell. However the main attraction of the girl wasn't her chest, it was petote, flat, and smooth, no, all the attention and the clapping was from her voluptuous thighs banging together. Her hips were wide, and sturdy, with the fatty thicknes hanging on the frames. Her thighs, her ass include were likely most of her body weight. Her bikini was straining on her body, with a small pin of the Brazilian flag on the heart of it. She smiled as she ran by Kris, holding towel over her shoulders like a flapping flag. "Olá!" She chirped with a big smile as Kris saw though hindquarters bouncing away from him towards that wall.

Merrick was thumbing through his hotel document folder, pulling otbthe room keys to slide into his pockets. The event wasn't just for the day itvwas weekend long so rooms were included. He glanced up at the dark skinned trap laying on the sands. Catching the wave he half lifted his hand, waving back shyly. Oh God this was easier when he was in his room.
 
Kris bit his lip as he saw the girl jog pass him, paying close attention to the bouncing of her thighs and ass. He wanted to go after her but did not want to stray too far from his little brother, not yet anyways. "Hello!" he returns with a smile on his face.

SHe would get up, sand on her thighs and belly, a familiar clapping sound heard as she walked. "Hey, here for the soft society?'
 

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