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Realistic or Modern ☼Summer Vacation☼

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Winnie Pearson





I sat there in the cab, screaming at the driver to go faster. I missed everyone because, well, I almost hit a deer and that freaked the hell out of me so as soon as a I got to Nina's house, I rented a cab. There was traffic everywhere and this guy was slow as hell. Finally, we arrived. Throwing a wad of cash at the driver, I swore at him and then called over some random help to put my bags on the plane. Meanwhile, I got in, stopping at the entrance. " Winnie is here !! And late...as fuck".


 

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"I'm sorry guys, it's just, you're all so perfect and popular. Some people aren't like that.. some just like to read, or do whatever they like to do. I'll keep to myself next time." I spoke in the limo, finally putting my earbuds back in and trying to drown out the conversations with music. When we filed onto the plain I sighed and looked at the seats. In the very back, I saw a two- maybe three person seater chair and decided that was where I would sit. I planned to huddle myself in the corner and watch movies the entire flight, and if someone wanted to sit next to me (which was doubtful because of my huge outburst), they could. I walked down and plopped myself into the corner, turning off my music, I pulled out my ipod and sighed. 'Yay vacations..' I thought.

 

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I looked up and saw Winnie and waved at her and said "Welcome on the plane Winnie" I said laughing at her you made it just on time we are about to take off about like now" I said looking at her and grabbed my drink and took slips of it. I was listening to some music and beats because even though I am just a Model doesn't mean I can't have a back up career. I wrote a song once and well it sounds great on the laptop. I then looked at the time and it was 10:00 2 hours have passed in this plane and 2 more to go to our way to paradise.​
 
Peter Oswald





I jumped into the private jet plane. As expected, it was so luxurious and expensive looking, God knows how much this thing cost. I took a seat near the window because i like seeing the view even if it's just nothing but clouds and empty blue sea. I took a look at my watch, and disappointed to see that there are still hours before the plane will depart. I sighed, and continue reading my book.
 

Chrystal Jordan

I slipped onto the plane, taking a seat towards the back and in an aisle seat. If this plane crashed I would be running down the aisle and jumping through that door. Free falling to my death which sounds totally epic, like what a way to go out. Turning my phone onto airplane mode I leaned back against the quite comfortable seat. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, although I failed horribly, I could never fall asleep on planes, too many people were watching me and I felt quite awkward. Staring down the aisle I sighed and picked at the ornate designs sewed into the plus beige chairs. Looking at all the faces of my friends I sighed, thinking back to what Cassidy said.

Sure, sometimes we were all superficial, but it just happens. Everybody has their egotistical moments and their strange obsessions. I was thinking too much, I knew that I was going to slip into an existential crisis and be all depressed and bitchy on this wonderful trip. Maybe, maybe I'll even make new friends and get a girlfriend or boyfriend. I've been too lonely for far too long and I swear if I don't get a love I'm going to run through a path of glass shards and sharpened pencils and jump out of a window...

Hopefully landing on another pile of ridiculously sharp pencils and glass shards, bleeding to death in front of the eyes of potential babes. "Someone love me!" I groaned, slamming my head against the pillow like surface of the seat.​
 
(Had some time. Let's see what i can do to try to revive this RP. I hope it's okay if i time skip and dragged everyone along with Peter. @Amanda Cromwell can tag everyone else to remind them of this RP)


Peter Oswald





Peter woke up when the jet plane touched the ground. The pilot seems not to be very experienced, as it was a rough one. He dropped his book and retrieve it when the plane had slowed down and move toward it's private garage. It was weird, stepping down in a place other than the terminal and picked up by yet another expensive car. The car took them to stop by the immigration gate first. Afterwards, Peter and everyone else went back into the car and went straight to the place where they are staying.


Holly molly that beach house. It was like something that would appear in American's top model or some high budget reality show. It looked like a private hotel. Peter is given a key to Bedroom 6 and is very surprised to see it. It is luxurious and the walls are replaced by windows. A lot of them are opened when Peter walked in. At first he thought that they gave him the worst bedroom since he knew that there will be a lot of bedrooms even better than this one. But after hearing the sound of waves and the smell of salt, Peter changed his mind and actually fell in love with this bedroom.
 

Chrystal Jordan

Chrystal took the key labeled Jordan, Room Three. Pulling her luggage bag and rubbing her sore arms to the room and smiling. "God. A perfect beach view. I can't wait to get there!" She screamed in excitement, her voice echoing down the hall as she laughed. Throwing her perfectly polished leather boots into a corner, her bags onto her bed she ran down the hall and to Peter's room. "I know you barely know me and I know you could care less about me. But let's go to the beach!" She screamed and ran in. Throwing up his suitcase she dug through it, looking for swimming trunks.

Chrystal jumped up, realization suddenly filling her senses. "Oh my god... I am so sorry." She apologized profusely, taking his hands and shaking them as she blushed. "I'm a bit excitable so anything that is remotely exciting makes me go through the roof. Again I sincerely apologize." She whispered in sudden embarrassment. What were you thinking, first impressions are first impression, Chrystal! She droned in her head as shuffled out of the quite luxurious room. Even nicer than hers.

Sighing softly she collapsed on a heap in one of the futtons in the hall area, playing with the lamp shade and pulling the string on and off. Daydreaming she smiled, thinking about all the excitement that is yet to come on this vacation in Hawaii, her smile dopey and far away. Now staring out the window to the sunset, the purple-ish orange tinge of the water and the beautiful mixture of yellows, pinks and oranges in the sky filled her with content as she lowered herself down into the cushions.​
 
Peter Oswald





Peter was checking the bathroom when that Chrystal girl storm in, screaming about the beach and inviting him. Then she did the unexpectable, she dug into his luggage to look for something. His swimming trunk, most possibly. And before Peter could tell her to stop, she realized what she had done and apologized before quickly left. Peter really dislike this ill-mannered girl now. He approached his luggage and put in the clothes and pants that the girl had thrown out, and took out his swimming trunk. He glanced out of the window, looking at the beautiful empty beach.


Peter locked his door and change to his swim trunk. He opened the window to his room and walked out of the building straight to the beach. It was near only one or two minutes or walk. The sea is clean and the sound of wave calmed him down, the sand underneath his feet feel really hot and occasionally very hot.
 
[QUOTE="Amanda Cromwell]Okay I am going to reboot this rp because it is kinda dead so let me go do that

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Alright
 
Okay I just got back from my vk and I could bring anything with me so I am back and I will reboot this rp tommorw
 

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