The Bon Fire (Open)

[Storm Aaron Burns]

Storm grabbed his towel and his sunglasses before stepping outside of the tour bus, he slid on his glasses and looked around "Beach = Chicks in bikinis" he smiled to himself as he started to walk towards the sand. Storm stopped at the edge of the sand, just letting his toes touch it, he chuckled quietly as he shook his head while staring out at the salty sea, he threw his towel over his shoulder and jogged out towards it. Once he reached a spot that looked alright, he threw down his towel and sunglasses and slowly slid his shirt off and threw it down, along with his other belongings.

Storm stepped into the water, the coldness sent a shiver up his spine - he stretched and scratched his head a little "Where is everyone" he asked himself as he turned back around to gaze at the tour buses; he hoped that everyone was going to show up for this bon fire thing that the record label had organized. He walked in further and watched as the water came in and slowly drifted back out, it was quite peaceful which meant it was going to be a great and exciting night - hopefully everyone stays up of course.

[Kori Alice Truex]

A yawn escaped Kori’s mouth as she stretched after standing up from sitting on one of the sofas on the bus. Still standing, she gently ran her hands down her face and rubbed her temples. She needed some air and perhaps a swim wouldn’t hurt anything. If the water was going to be cold today, then it would wake her up and right now she needed to be less groggy. Her legs carried her back to her clothes and she picked out her bikini, shorts, a tank top, and then shut the door to the currently empty room to change. Before she left she placed a towel inside of a white tote along with her other essentials. A Cell phone, key, iPod (just in case), and sunglasses (she went ahead and put those on now) where all she needed. Or at least, she hoped she didn’t forget anything. She slipped on her flip flops before heading out the door and into the sunlight. But then she stepped back inside and hunted down the ibuprofen. This headache needed to go away and it needed to go away fast. She got herself some water and took a pill. All she needed now was about thirty minutes for the pill to start working and taking the mild headache away. No, it wasn’t a hangover, but perhaps from stress. Finally now, she could leave the bus.

The sun’s rays felt good to her skin, definitely something she needed today on top of the fresh air. She made her way over to the beach with her tote on her arm and her arms around her torso. Her eyes found the water before diverting once more to look for a place to set down her things. Finding a spot she deemed suitable she took out her towel and laid it out on the sand. Her tote was dropped near the side of it while she sat herself down after taking her flip flops off. A hand came up to run through her hair as she wondered if perhaps she should have placed it up today. Oh well. If she became that desperate she was sure somewhere at the bottom of her tote was a hair tie. Anyway, so was she just going to sit here with her shorts and tank top on or was she going to try out the water? Decisions, decisions, and was she really that self-conscious right now? Well she could at least take her tank top off, right? The black material did tend to absorb too much heat. Yeah, she would start off with that. Still sitting, the girl reached for the hem of her shirt and began pulling it up and over her head. There, that wasn’t so bad. She smiled slightly, a bit amused with herself as she started folding the top and then placing it in her tote. Perhaps a little bit later she would take her shorts off and head to the water. She just wanted to chill for a bit and gazed at the ocean through her simple black sunglasses.

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[Storm Aaron Burns]

Storm sat his hands on his hips as he gazed down at the water with a smirk he jogged out further into it, he stopped once he reached knee deep. The boy was more than excited with what was going on tonight, alcohol, girls and well girls - he was more excited for the girls more then anything else, he shook his hair as he sat with a thump and splash of water, he just wanted to act like a kid for now, hoping that no one would recognize him while he did so. Storm sighed as he waded his hands lightly above the water, he didn't want to be a 'slut' anymore but it wasn't like anyone or anything could change him, he had been sleeping around for so long that well it just became a habit of some sort, maybe even his personal hobbie? he had never lied to a girl, claiming to be something he wasn't he was always straight forward about things - he always made it clear that they were nothing more then a fling, or a one night stand he knew he hurt them but it was the truth and sometimes the truth hurts.

Storm looked down at his reflection and chuckled "Damn, I am one sexy beast" he smirked to himself as he shook his head, vain? maybe. If there was one thing that Storm loved to do more than sleeping with girls it was swimming, he had been in the swimming club when he was in high school, but dropped out when he found out that it wasn't cool, to his peers anyway. Storm stood up and walked out a bit further and dived in when he knew it wasn't too shallow. He kept his eyes open under water (knowing they'll sting later) he looked around and was curious at to what life would be like under the sea; his favorite movie being the little mermaid of course, he always went mermaid hunting but found nothing; he couldn't help but laugh at his childhood memories, his laughter caused him to swim to the surface as he took another big breath.

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[Ashley Beauregard Hannigan]

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Ashley Beauregard Hannigan was beginning to think that going to the bon fire -- who celebrates something by burning things? -- had been a terribly outrageous, idiotic idea. He stepped out of his car carefully, nibbling on his bottom lip as he made his way down to the beach. To a casual observer, it would look as though the poor man had been expecting something completely different; his camera hung around his neck loosely, his white dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and his capris were already beginning to collect sand. Not to mention the way he was hoping around, desperately trying to rid his sandals from the unwanted sand.

He sighed quietly, mumbling under his breath grumpily. There were already a few people on the beach that he recognized only vaguely; he'd seen their faces on posters, maybe? He wasn't sure, but what he was sure about was that they looked like they were there on purpose. The female was tugging off her shirt -- he blushed and looked down at his feet respectfully -- and the man was splashing about in the beach. He raised his camera and took a few pictures of the pair, grinning brightly. The photographer lowered his camera.

Ashley looked down at his feet. The sand was irritating his feet, already rubbing his toes red. He took off one of his shoes experimentally and hesitantly put the bare foot back on the sand.

Bad idea.

He gave a rather unmanly squeak and stumbled backwards, landing on his rear and supporting himself with his elbows at an awkward angle. This, too, served to be a bad idea, as the sand was ubiquitously and needlessly scorching. He scrambled backwards until he felt the wet sand and relaxed slightly. The wet sand was still outrageously hot, but with the small amount of water leaking upwards due to the waves, it was at least manageable.

His shoes were laying a few meters in front of him, but he was damned if he was going to risk getting a third degree burn rescuing a pair of shoes that were six dollars. Ashley stood up and brushed the sand off his clothes. The Canadian tugged on the ends of his Peruvian hat, attempting to cover his face. His cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of his little display, and he had a grumpy idea that the sun's UV rays were already hissing into his skin -- despite the copious amounts of sunblock he'd applied before he left the hotel.

And now he was trapped on the wet part of the beach until the sun went down. He frowned, slightly dismayed at the sudden realization. Perhaps a normal person would have leaped for joy at his situation, but, although he liked to claim normalcy in an otherwise abnormal world, he was not leaping. For joy or otherwise. He was terrified of deep water, especially deep water that contained unknown creatures. "Gross," he murmured to himself.

He lifted his camera to his face and focused on the water, snapping the picture. He was ready to take another picture when a splash to the left caught his attention. He lowered the camera slightly, peering over the top of it to examine the man that had come to the surface of the water. He took a step backwards and clicked the camera again.

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[ARIEL MARINE ASHCOMBE]

A very short, and very blonde, Ariel Ashcombe pushed her shiny aviators down to the tip of her nose to check out the scene before her. A golden, sandy shore and rolling waves as far as the eye could see. She took a deep breath of the cool salty air, so familiar to her native England, not that she felt nostalgic or anything. LA was her home now, and she didn't plan on leaving any time soon. Not that like she could afford it anyway.

Returning to reality, Ariel spied a few people already inhabiting the beach. She couldn't make out their faces from her vantage point, but she assumed they were from the bands, considering this 'get together' was set up for them. At first Ariel didn't know if the invitation was extended to her as well, due to her association with the band. After a short internal debate, however, she decided that she didn't bloody care if they wanted her there or not. It was a lovely day and she was not going to waste it by sitting around the merch van, no sir. Today would be much better spent at the beach. Conveniently where the shirtless men would be. It was certainly a good idea.

Pushing her sunglasses back up into their proper place, Ariel began the descent from the grassy dunes to the shore line, where she would set up her post for the day. She picked a spot in the middle, hopefully safe enough so the tide wouldn't reach her when it decided to make its way back inland, not that she knew much about the tides.

Rummaging through her beat up messenger bag, she pulled out a large beach towel and laid it out on the sand. The blonde kicked her shoes off and plopped down on the fluffy pink towel and threw her bag beside her. Ariel soon flopped over onto her belly, quickly growing bored of laying on the towel. Seriously, where was everyone?

Not one to wait around, Ariel whipped her pirate skull tank top over her head and unbuttoned and discarded her bright red shorts beside her. Standing up, she brushed some loose bits of sand off her toned legs and made her way down closer to the action. She walked near the edge of the water, just enough so the waves would splash around her toes; she didn't want to get too close. It was slightly embarrassing, but Ariel had never learned how to swim. It wasn't her fault! Swimming wasn't one of her top priorities as a child, considering she used to be deathly afraid of water for some odd reason. There was just something about the slippery thing that was menacing back then.