beach bonfire [open, follow the order]

[SELENA RAY RIGHT]

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bonus points to anyone who makes a outfit on polyvore for their character. i suggest seriously reading the post not just doing your intro because it gives details on the bonfire. please, follow the order. it makes things less complicated. you can have separate threads of the night. DO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT MESSING WITH THIS THREAD :DD. Time lapse. Just ignore it.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://www.felicefawn.com/Tumblr/2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] beach bonfire, OUTFIT HERE Ten steps. Pause. Look around. Is dad home? Yes. Mom, where's mom? Okay. She's on the couch so high that she won't respond. It's safe to eat. Walking into the kitchen silently, eat so much fruit that you feel full as fuck and look around. Shit. Realize that you aren't able to digest it and you didn't want to, walk into the bathroom and throw up. Standing up, Selena gripped the counter, flushed, turned to the mirror and ignored her red face, washing her hand and taking some mouthwash and swishing it around she hoped that her dad wouldn't notice. Spitting it out she walked out of the room, downstairs and out the door to a friends. She wasn't even close to getting ready but she walked over to her friend's apartment and took the key from the plant. Selena didn't want to take the chance that her dad would walk in if she got ready at the house. Her friend wasn't home and knew Selena did this often. Dressing in Dark Tobacco Stitch Hotpants, which is just the name for dark jean short shorts, a shirt that said "Merci Beau Coup" and that was just a white tank top and black flip-flops, Selena took off the white shirt, her bra and put on a strapless black bikini top. It was a beach bonfire and a bunch of kids always went into the water drunk and splashed each other. Selena couldn't swim but she could stand like a foot in the water and mess around with her friends. Putting her white shirt back on she slipped a black ring onto her finger and looked into the mirror. Finishing her makeup and walking to the beach she realized it was already eight o'clock and dark. A lot of kids ended up sleeping at the beach. Walking in the sand she saw that at least twenty-five people were their already, some of them in the water, some of them throwing stuff in the fire and some already drunk and giggly. Walking up, she sat down a few feet from the fire. Kids had moved things for people to sit on around the fire. She saw that two of her friends were already their and drinking. Standing up the three of them stood up, Selena slipping off her flip-flops they started walking at the edge of the water, watching some drunk kids splash each other. One of her friends, a boy who stood at about 6'0 made a joke about throwing Selena into the water, the other agreed. They were both playing around but Selena tensed anyhow. Selena laughed nervously and looked at her feet. After the walk, Selena watched some people doing jello shots and Selena drank a bit, watching as more kids came in. Watching as Ryan walked in, and walked over to Selena to give her a hug, Selena giggled slightly, in a good mood and looked at the others as they drank and drank, some spraying with each other with silly string, some throwing each other in the water. Watching the cute couples pair off and lay under the stars, Selena wondered if that would ever be her laying with a guy/girl. A sharp, hissing voice told her yes, when you get thinner. got to get thinner. Standing up, she walked far enough that no one else would see her and threw up the drinks she drank (which wasn't much), chewed some gum and lit a cigarette. Figuring that she could throw up several times in the night, she walked back and took her place back at the fire. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[LUNA RENEE ROMANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) idek(: ( TAGGED ) NEXT(: ( Clothes ) here(: Luna Renee Romano, also known as the new girl in this strange town and she was actually happier to be here than where she was. She slipped out of Selena's cousins house, early this morning. With her fresh cut on her hipbone, where she could temporary hide it with everything else she was wearing. She was already dressed for the bonfire for later that night in a bathing suit, black skirt along with a red tshirt. She was wearing sunglasses to block the sun from her vision and tinker bell neckless along with her red and black flip flops. She put on her make up, water proof, of course. She walked along the side walk, keeping most of her bangs in her face and sat down somewhere in the park and waited for it to be time to the party. Her sides, well her whole torso was still killing her and she already knew why. It was not because of her recent walking. It was her dad, back at home. And just remembering it made her tear up. Lu looked down at her phone giving everyone some chance to get lost in their actions before she started making her way towards the beach bonfire party. She walked up, looking around to see plenty of teenagers doing everything that was most likely illegal for everyone of them. Grabbing a few jello shots, she took a few of them and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and walked the opposite direction from everyone when wasn't paying attention to her, not like they was giving her that much attention. Part of the reason why is because she didn't talk, that usually got her flirty comments and whatnot, being from Italy and everything. Some of the American ways was new and slightly more annoying but at least, she was safer here....or at least, she hoped. seems like she's a hot mess.(:

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[vaneskera]

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[tylar]

Faintly she could heard the sound of some rock tune playing in the background. Work was slow today. Very slow. And as each minute ticked by Vienna felt herself aching to leave. She never ached to leave. Unlike most teenagers, Vienna Cruz had work ethic and she genuinely enjoyed her job. She got to recommend music to others, sell it to them and even on occasion listen to live music. In her dark eyes, that was living close to the dream. At least as close as he could get now. Singing live in front of audiences for money and credibility was more her style. Fame wasn't really a factor she cared about, but maybe it would have been nice.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the clock ticked down and then it was 7:30. A smile found its way to Vienna's pink lips as she clocked out. Now she was ready to unwind for the evening and she knew where. There had been talk around town of a bon fire on the beach and that sounded somewhat appealing. That was, as long as she didn't actually have to enter the water. For the magenta haired teen, oceans weren't something entirely enjoyable. She couldn't see what was looming beneath the surface. She couldn't even trust herself going in deeper than her ankles.

Too many shark movies. she thought absently as she strolled out the door, purse hanging loosely off her shoulder. Vienna didn't live far. Maybe a quick walk away, though she did have a car. She'd chosen the walk today though, deciding it was nice enough out to enjoy the weather. She wondered why people didn't walk more often. Then again, it was fairly obvious. America was obese and who would honestly walk anywhere if they had the choice to drive? She must have been one of the strange few.

Before long Vienna was home, quickly stripping her clothes as daylight faded away. She wasn't sure what time the fire thing began, of course she figured it would be around dark. Slowly she pulled on her pink bikini top and bottoms then shimmied into her shorts. The heat outside was striking but she took a chance and slipped her mickey mouse sweater over her head. She looked kinda cute, she thought and that was always good.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, Vienna pinned her hair back and fixed her make up a bit. She was ready.

The drive was satisfying. She sang her songs happily and started to feel a clamor of excitement pulsing through her body. The fire was visible from her little black Honda as she pulled up to the beach and from the sound of things, it was already in full swing at only 8:15. Vienna could only imagine how it would pick up in a few hours. With a smile in thought, she cut the engine and climbed out of her beloved clunker, making her way to the flaming beach.

There were people all around and a blended scent of marijuana and alcohol clung to the salty smell of the ocean. Vienna wrinkled her nose, pulling a cigarette from her back pocket. Perhaps the smell of her own smoke would clear away the other not so pleasant scents. As she inhaled the white stick, she walked around taking in the scenery. There were children in their early teens scattered about with drinks in their hands, and some people in their later teens. Some were more adults but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves nonetheless. Just being around everyone made Vienna more comfortable.

Aimlessly she wandered until she found a spot near the fire. Contently she sat watching the others around her. Eventually, she would talk to someone but for now she wanted to watch. It was easier that way. Vienna was something else when she got to talking.

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STATUS! complete
TAGS! next!
NOTES! ugly postttt
OUTFIT! here
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LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[MACKENZIE LEE ANDERSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Italy. Italy was nice but being in america was nice as well. Mac liked being here and liked the people he was with. America was a very nice place and he enjoyed being here with Luna and meeting her friend Selena. Luna was intresting and he loved her as a really good friend. People had always made comments like 'are you dating?' and 'do you love each other?'. Mac had no way to respond that would work. So fuck it. He ignored the question and just walked away when asked. When he reached the beach he saw Luna. At the side of her eye he saw what looked like Selena. He smiled in her direction and Selena waved slightly. Walking over to Luna he hugged her "Hey. How are you?" He smiled. He had known Luna forever and she knew him better then some of his closest of friends. Mac never minded Luna. There was no "awkward"distance between them. They fought a few times but it was over little things, no big fights. They had never went a few days with out speaking. words words | tagged; person | status made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[LIAM MARCO RYDER]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Liam Marco Ryder . . . a name that was unique, simple and yet, his name would somehow sound like slim. The girls around him always seemed like they was thin, skinny and never wanted to become fat. Abagail, seriously didn't have a choice consider she was diagnosed with liver cancer, which is fairly common, he guessed. He's mother was probably stressed to the max, not eating and probably passed out somewhere, drunk.

So in an hour, the bonfire was going to be starting; therefore, he had to get dressed for it. He guessed it was a good thing that he took a bath earlier in the day when it first started. However, if he was to take one now, what would really be the point in it.

Now that he was dressed in a pair of black and white horizonal stripped swim trunks, white tshirt that was fitted, few braclets and his black slip on vans. He looked so hot, while in his ego would tell him that. He was sure some whores that wen to there school would tell him that as well.

He walked after grabbing a baggie of goodys, well to him it was the good stuff and he would happily take apart in smoking it.

Now that he was there, he took a few drinks then he walked around a little bit. He noticed the Italian kids sitting together, the two of them was basically attached at the hip but at least, it was cute. He gave a small nod towards the two before walking away. He noticed the girl from slice of life, the little networking site for this little place and whatnot.

He sat down beside her while taking out his bag, "Wanna smoke this or keep smoking your little cigarette?" he asked. Then the corners of his lips tilted upwards, I mean, hey selena, right? It's me, Liam."

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[SELENA RAY RIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://www.felicefawn.com/Tumblr/2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] beach bonfire, OUTFIT HERE Selena Ray Right had finished her cigarette and lit another instantly. She wasn't really a gain smoker but she felt like she just needed to keep smoking. It would stop her from eating. Cigarette pressed lightly in between her lips as she looked around she closed her eyes for a second, opened them and saw that a few more people coming in. Selena recognized a few of them and had no clue who a few of them where. Not caring she focused on her cigarette and took a swig of vodka to get the hunger pangs to go away. One person caught her eye and he was coming this way. Liam. She had talked to him on my life a social networking site. Seeing him sit next to her, she looked over at him, cigarette in between two of her fingers and put it back into her lips and inhaled. "Lets smoke." Selena grinned then put out her cigarette on the sand and looked back at Liam. "Yup. Selena." there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[vaneskera]

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[LUNA RENEE ROMANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) idek(: ( TAGGED ) NEXT(: ( Clothes ) here(: Luna Renee almost broke down right then and there cause the markings and bruised torso was killing her. Her antidote was her lovely alcohol, it should be able to fix everything, right? Little sixteen year old Luna, thought that would be it. She got tired of answering questions like, "how beautiful is Italy." would usually answer, "It's pretty I guess, get off your ass and go there." Some love Italy for the scenary and whatnot but she didn't love her home country and was so glad to be here in America. She often got the are you and Mac dating questions and several other questions. Why can't a girl and a guy be best friend without having that involved. Well there was that occasional question where they would ask if Mackenzie was single or taken. She would usually just shrug her shoulders and say, 'fuck off' Sitting there alone only meant that she was thinking about her past and that was never good, at all. She slightly tensed when she felt arms around her, when she realized that it was Mac, she untensed just as fast and hugged him back, hearing his voice she didn't even have to look at him to know that he was smiling, "Hey there, I'm alright, I guess." she replied to his question. Luna loved Mac around her, she often pushed people away and he was the only one that would pull her back. They had the type of friendship that they had at least, once when she was in one of those moods where she didn't really want to talk. seems like she's a hot mess.(:

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[LOGAN PHIX THOMPSON]

Logan wasn't really one for all this partying stuff. No doubt he was a fucked up kid, but he really didn't mind that. He was born fucked in the head, honestly. He once, tried to talk to his mom saying he may have caught on to her weir- she cut him off by that saying that he was just born this way. Oh yes, born to be placed into fostercare, and smoking before he was fourteen. Pushing the thought away, Logan walked into the beach in jeans and a black shirt and a red head caught his eye.

She looked alone. Maybe she was new? Walking over to her, he smiled. Hi. You okay?" He asked. A lot happened at these parties. He was mostly just looking for someone to talk to since Mia was distracted by some boy and Ryan wasn't in sight. "Oh..uh..sorry if I'm bothering you. I could go find someone else to talk to? My friend Mia's making out with some dude....and I don't feel like being a cockblock." He babbled. He normally wasn't this nice but he was in a good mood.

[LIAM MARCO RYDER]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Liam Marco Ryder...was feeling very strange already, but that could be the mixture of drinking earlier, having a bowl and being around a very pretty girl all at once, working it's way through his veins. There was also the fact that he's sister was pretty sick but pretended to be okay, him and her would usually be found playing around at the park that would be about hte only time that he would be sober with all his functions able to be working for her. He cared about her, she was the only family member that wasn't completely fucked up with issues. She ate when her stomach let her and she wasn't bipolar, she was really sweet and caring. She would ask how was school since she was being homeschooled now.

Sitting there without a care in the world, besides wanting to be accepted by the girl that he was sitting beside, she heard him and smiled, taking out the blunt from his bag that was already rolled up, he lit it up, inhaling the substance and blowing it out in a circle handing it to her, "Well it's a good thing I remembered your name then." he teased a little.

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[RYAN ANDREW SMITH]

Ryan wasn't really for parties where everyone from school would be there. He was into huge parties, were everyone did dumb stuff and fucked. Getting dressed into a black t-shirt and jeans he said by to his friend he was living with and said bye to his monkey that he had gotten that very day. He hadn't told anyone yet. It was quite funny though. He enjoyed having a monkey and the monkey wasn't that bad.

After driving to the beach's parking lot he walked up, smoking weed already and saw his friend Selena with some dude. He hid his smile, still walking and when he was behind her, he kissed the top of her head and said "Don't get too high." He teased then kept walking aimlessly, still smoking. This party was funny but nothing like some he had seen. It was more of stoner party but the kids streaking were pretty funny.

[LEXIELLA ELIZA WILDE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Lexiella Eliza Wilde, the one girl that could basically wear anything, get called anything and she would not be phased. That didn't mean that she didn't get haters, but it was whatever since it was their opinion but the only opinion really mattered to her was hers and a few select friends. She already knew that she was immature, childish and obsessed with 'hello kitty'. After all, it was what made her what she was today. So when it came time to start getting ready for this beach party or bonfire, she picked up her swimsuit after stripping down to nothing but a smile and slipped on her bottoms and the top of her swimsuit, tying the strings together. She picked up white shorty shorts and a blue panda shirt that it was in the same of hello kitty, slipped on her ring, robot necklace and slipped on her hello kitty flip flops. If you thought that was a little much, it could be a lot worse. After arrival, she walked around a few times and not really knowing who she really wanted to talk to. She picked up a red plastic cup of alcohol and started walking around a little bit.

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[DERREK JACOB WHITE]

Derrek had been there for a bit but he was off smoking pot with a small girl Nikki who's older brother was a total ass, he walked back wearing jeans and a black and red shirt, casually and slightly high. Smiling he walked over to Lexi, a girl who he would consider to almost be a friend. "Hey, Hello Kitty." He said, putting a cigarette in between his lips and lighting it. "How are you?" He asked. He always called her hello kitty. He really didn't mind her obsession. Like..whatever was cool with her was just fine with Derrek.

As long as Lexi wasn't an ass to him, then he didn't care. "Panda Power!" He said, smiling at her shirt. Derrek was really relaxed, being around Lexi was nice because she wasn't one of the stuck up, annoying girls. She was normal, relaxed, cool, but also childish. Which could be funny. Everyone, including him seemed like they were trying to grow up and be someone else.

[ricky]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS idek OUTFIT here TAGGED next NOTES not done Richard Jay Underwood, better known as Ricky or the guy that your sister, girlfriend, ex-girlfriend or anything like that is hooking up with behind your back. Does he care? No not really. He doesn't really care about anyone but himself. He's a con-artist, basically. He found himself at the Beach Bonfire, he had no idea why he had came, this wasn't his scene. He didn't like this type of crowd. It annoyed him and reminded him of his home life, the very life that he was capable to get away from. That's when he came to the conclusion that he did it so he could talk to a few friends that was there and seemed to dig themselves in a few addictions and so he didn't have to go to Adrian's or any other girls house after work since he was there. He noticed that his most childish friend person was there talking to some boy, just assumed she or he was putting moves on each other. The two of them had something incommon, they was incapable of love, he didn't think he was good enough for it, at all even. Seeing one of his friends that he recently had sex with and waved at her, even if she was talking to her little Italian friend. these dry bones cry for you

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