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Post by clem brown on Dec 21, 2011 16:26:38 GMT -7
Clem shook his head, allowing the droplets of to fall from his hair, giving it a rough pat down as he moved out of the pool and into the main stadium, heading home. It had been a pretty long day although Clem couldn't say he was really complaining. After all there wasn't really much like watching girls prance about in swim suits. Plus the work was easy and he was paid pretty well. He liked the water, he was a pretty strong swimmer even if swimming was really more Sam's thing than his, generally if it was sporty Clem usually enjoyed it and, for the most part, was pretty good at it.
He eventually gave up trying to dry his hair, slinging the towel round his shoulders instead, his kit bag hanging over his shoulder as he pulled out his ipod, unfurling his earphones, flicking through his songs before settling one and continuing on his way.
((Another crap post...))
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Post by shiloh celeste on Jun 6, 2012 0:19:06 GMT -7
Shiloh didn't particularly like showing off her body. She typically wasn't around the pool but today she had decided to go. Kael was with a babysitter because he decided he didn't want to go with mommy to go swimming. She had been relaxing in the water and had finally decided it was time to go. She swam to the edge and pulled herself out of the water. She walked to the dressing room and pulled off her bathing suit bottoms and pulled her shorts on. She left the tops on since she had forgotten to bring a shirt. She was just going home anyway so it wasn't too big of a deal. She grabbed her things and started to walk out of the dressing room. She was completely absorbed into her phone when she ran head on into someone else. Her phone and her make shift purse that was actually a diaper bag went to the floor and the contents, which was just a hair brush, her wet bathing suit, her wallet, and her keys, fell out. She sighed and bent down to pick them up. I'm really sorry...I should really pay attention to where I'm going when I walk.... she said as she picked up her things. She rolled her eyes as she searched the floor for the back of her phone that had come off. People were walking by and grumbling because she was crouched in the middle of the floor. Why can't you stop and help me, idiots? she thought. Maybe then she could get out of their way faster...[/font]
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Post by clem brown on Jun 11, 2012 11:41:55 GMT -7
Clem was just busy eyeing up a pretty brunette who was giggling with her friend, throwing him flirty looks every so often when he felt something or someone rather, go into him. He pulled out one earphone, turning to tell them to 'mind it!' when he saw a girl crouched on the floor, gathering the armful of her things scattered round across the floor towards her.
"You know love, you really didn't have to fall at my feet to get my attention...don't worry, I know. These things happen," He grinned bending down and sliding her keys over to her. It was well known that that Clem was an arrogant and cocky prat. Charming when he wanted to be but invariably more successful with girls with roughly the same mental capacity, both with most thought directed at his nether regions. In fact it was so well known that it was a fact. He hadn't been without a girl on his arm since he'd hit puberty and transformed from the perpetually grubby (despite his mother's best efforts) grinning child to well...a larger, better toned, good looking bloke...with the mental age of a child.
For that reason, he oh so naturally assumed that he was not only god's gift to women but also held the key to every girls heart...or...well...knickers...heart and love and feelings never really came into it. |
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