Reality Bites [M - IC]

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Rated M for adult themes including but not limited to violence, blood, gore, naughty words, general mayhem and maybe even a little romance; if anybody survives long enough.
OOC (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=69145)



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February 2nd, 2015.
Surfers' Paradise, New South Wales, Australia.

9:00am.

The sun had well and truly risen on another beautiful, sweltering hot day on Australia's east coast. The holiday season drawing toward its end, the streets weren't as busy as they had been for the previous weeks, but there was still a decent amount of foot traffic around the many venues the cities central business district boasted. The tourists stood out instantly from the more relaxed locals, their tans fake or their skin red; underestimating the sun. Across the road, the beaches were already filling, the milling crowds of people broken up by the bright umbrellas and deck-chairs of the lifeguards, rescue-boards or rafts dug into the sand beside them. The surfers were further out, bobbing specks among the waves.

Several blocks back from the beach students were beginning to stream from buses into classrooms in the cities only highschool; younger pupils escorted across the street to the primary school adjacent. The university was further out, a large mass of buildings with field and sports' pitch behind, among the residential areas.

It seemed a normal Monday; well, any normal day for Angelica, at least, who, when she emerged from the cocoon she had created from her sheets during the night (which wouldn't be long, considering the steadily growing heat) planned to sit down at her computer with a bowl of coco-pops and a strong, sweet coffee and defeat that mutant bitch who'd killed her three times yesterday before she could discover the truth about her fathers' disappearance! The blanket-engulfed lump on the bed stirred, as though the sleeping blonde was dreaming of her inevitable victory.

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"And not only that, but they also contain palm oil! So you're basically directly responsible for the deaths of up to five thousand orangutans every year!"

Isobel stared at the older girl with wide-eyed, nervous fascination as she finished her speech, grabbed the snack-packet of Doritos from Izzy's equally stunned classmate (whom she'd been lecturing) and marched up the isle, tossing it dramatically into the small wastebasket behind the drivers seat. The thirteen year old chanced a reassuring smile at the boy, who between the mouthful he'd just gotten and the realisation that his chips were gone, looked as though he might cry. As she alighted the bus Izzy glanced up at the girl through the window; she was glaring obstinately out the window, a frown on her face as though still upset at the incident. The younger girl shook her head, wondering why she would get so worked up over a snack...

"Hey, Sissy! What are you frowning over? Gonna cry about it?!" The bus pulled away, moving on to the University, and Izzy sighed as she turned to face the owner of the smug voice.

"Shut up, Ciara!" she responded to the young blonde before her, who was smiling as though very pleased with her initial remark. She just laughed at Izzy's retaliation, lifting a hand to brush through her hair as she turned to walk away.

Great comeback, Izzy, the brunette chided herself as she continued toward the school. She couldn't help but glance back at the welcoming, warm brown brick fence of the primary school. The highschool was surrounded by the tall, blue steel bars that had become the norm in recent years, and Izzy had to admit they were fitting. She was imprisoned here for six whole years! And a week in, she could already tell highschool was going to suck. With this thought, Izzy glanced at the retreating back of Ciara, and sighed.

Another day in Paradise.

[MidKnight]

Paradise Resort...


Trey was on his third weekend of his security job at the Paradise Resort, still getting use to the fact that he has to face drunk idiotic people who can't make as simple sentence without slurring their words. He was with his supervisor when they received a complaint call, a certain room was blaring loud music and the people inside were rather getting tensed and excited.

Feeling nervous of going to the room with his supervisor and another security officer, he fear of what would happen the moment when they would knock and tell the people to lower the music or take the party somewhere else. He never got into much conflict with another person before in his life. Still, he had to do what he was told.

When they arrived, they knocked on the door several times, hearing the loud music of techno music and the bass system vibrated on the walls, you could see the walls move as each bass hit their mark. The supervisor knocked again, but still no answer. So instead of gently knocking, he started banging on the door, the sounds of exciting screams and laughter covered the door banging, not attending to the door. Trey was even more nervous, rough crowd who had way too much to drink and can't even hear the door? What kind of group is this?

The supervisor sighs heavily and rubbed his eyes, he looked to Trey with a look and gives a nod. Trey had a key to open the door which he borrowed from the office for only certain situations as this. He turned the key opening the door, pushing it open. He could see girls were dancing on the floor, and opened containers of alcohol on the tables. Trey turned to his supervisor, giving him the key back as stepped aside for him walk in.

When all three individuals entered the room, the supervisor called out for the one who rented the room. No one answered, still laughing and dancing to the music. Trey looked around, he could smell the smoke of cigarettes filled the air, the wet carpet drenched in mixed beverages, and the sounds of vomit which was rather disgusting.

His supervisor called out once more, asking to turn the music down and the person who is in charge step forward. Still no cooperation. The supervisor turned to Trey, and ordered to turn the music off. He looked around and noticed a lot of plugs in were being used, he had no idea which one was which. Instead of taking a guess, he grabbed all the wires and pulled every plug. And like that, the music died quickly. People were booing and became furious. A individual stepped forward, or tried as he stumbled his way to Trey.

The appearance on the man was a dead give away of being intoxicated, His eyes were gloss, and his face was rather puffy and sweaty. The smell of alcohol was strong on the guy, and his breath was not helping. "Hey...w-w-what's going on?...w-w-why did you kill my muuuuuusic?" The man was obviously too intoxicated to continue consuming alcohol, and was in much needed rest.

They were arguing over for 5 minutes, they would either leave now and party else where, or face the consequences of the police being called. Even with that threat, it would take some time for the police to arrive. The man who was arguing with his supervisor finally gives in and told the people in the room, they all had to leave. Trey was a little relaxed when they would rather avoid conflict. Sweat slides down on edge of his eyebrows, not from being nervous with the man and the crowd, but the heat in the room. How they could party in a heat zone, he had no idea.

After some time of everyone leaving, including the one who rented the room in the first place. Trey was even more relaxed. The second security officer looked at Trey.

"Never have I seen a man so nervous in his life sweat so much." He laughed, patting the back of Trey. His co-worker was rather larger then him, both in shape and physical muscle mass. Trey simply looked back, wiping the sweat from his face. "Never have I seen a man eat so much doughnuts in five minutes." The co-worker stopped laughing and looked at Trey, "Hey that hurt, I was hungry."

The supervisor walked over to the two, "Knock it off you two, Trey patrol the east side of the building, I don't want any of those stragglers fall on the ground and break their leg or something." heeding the advise and commands of his superior, Trey simply nodded and started trotting to the east side of Paradise Resort. What a job.

[IAM_Hawkfrost]

Jason trickles along with the crowds on the sidewalk on the way to the beach. He lives only an hour away from the resort so he can just come to the beach whenever he as the crazy idea to go outside and be with actual people. An amazingly overweight man starts pushing behind him telling him to move faster. 'God what was my reasoning for coming out here again?' He picks up his pace just a little for the man to be satisfied. The sounds of the people from the beach was fairly loud for it being a Monday, but he just guesses more people must be traveling this time of year.

The crowd starts to disburse as his feet hit sand and he starts walking to a particular section of the beach with a great view. He sees the guard towers and the ocean, finds the spot he likes, and lays out his towel and sits down. Jason pulls out his phone and starts to play a game, but not a minute after he starts he sees the guards change towers out of the corner of his eye. He now looks up at the new girl in the chair, smiles, and remembers why he wanted to go to the beach in the first place.

[NyanMel]

Veronica took a deep breath, readying herself at the start of the track. The sun blared down on the team making the already gruelling training even worse. Goddammit it. Coach still won't call off training even if it is a billion degrees. Figures. The track star rolled her eyes at the old man and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her toes dug into the paint of the starting line. Her legs were tense and her hands were planted on the ground, readier than ever.

BANG! There it is. She thought, her legs responding immediately and her body darting forward. Sweat flew off her as the wind hit her face. Her feet slammed into the ground sending surges up her legs. She loved the feel of it. The rush. Her breathing got heavier as she approached the half way mark, it was only a short run but Veronica was giving it her all, determined to remain in the lead.

Within a few mere seconds it was all over and she'd won, 5 seconds off her best time. Damn heat. She scoffed. She collected her things, draping a towel over her shoulder and heading for the showers. The track was blurry from how hot it was and the other runners quickly made their way into the locker room. It's going to be a long day.