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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 9, 2007 17:34:40 GMT -8
The thin, slightly curved board was propelled across the surface of the water - Veyugan following suit. A small leap was made, his body contorting in mid-air to position himself to land atop the board. His feet slammed against the skimboard - further propelling himself against the surface of the water. With graceful movement, Veyugan steered the board toward a small incoming wave. Rocketing off of it, Veyugan flew from the board into the air - almost six feet high.
A slight chuckle came form his body as he felt himself freezing, then falling straight into the shallow water below. Veyugan managed to curve his fall so he would land on both feet, falling to a knee to brace this impact.
A smile came upon his lips as he grasped his board, shaking the excess water from his hair. With a light jog, he made his way up to the sandy beach, stabbing the end of his board into the sand. He allowed himself to lay on his back, letting the sun warm his tan body.
It was a good day.
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Post by Kevin Collessano-Alvari on Aug 9, 2007 19:07:24 GMT -8
"...Gotta stop meetin' like this, ey?"
Kevin was dressed in dark red basketball shorts with black Air Force Ones that had seen their share of age, with some shades, & thus was his attire. The enjoyment of Long Beach wouldn't be complete without...well, a beach visit. And, simply put, sun, sand, & skin was just what the doctor ordered.
Simple, yes?
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 9, 2007 22:52:19 GMT -8
Veyugan's eyes snapped open - taking in the view of Kevin. An ollld friend he met back in New York. Veyugan, Kevin, and Zero had their own little gang goin' on. The Dirty Third. All this flashed through Veyugan's mind as he sat up quickly, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked at Kevin with a big ass grin.
"How the hell have you been?"
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Post by Kevin Collessano-Alvari on Aug 9, 2007 23:02:32 GMT -8
"Aight, but I'd be better if I knew about this 259 place."
Kevin cut to the point as he'd take his seat in the sand by his old pal, resting his arms on his knees. "Might transfer there. Could possibly find work at the place." Inside, Kevin wanted to talk about how he'd only come to 552 just 'cause he was working for the feds, but that would also constitute him possibly being questioned about his alliances---those who work undercover usually have to befriend any potential suspects, & if the job was done correctly at the suspect's expense, there'd be the process of making sure the undercover entity didn't gain feelings of sentiment or friendship with that suspect.
...Kevin fucked up in that aspect.
But that didn't mean that Vague would know that for sure if he knew. Kevin would save the conversation for another time. Right now, he needed answers, & this would be the best place to not just get that information, but a laugh & smile along with it.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 9, 2007 23:14:38 GMT -8
"You and me both bud. I transfered here a little while ago, still don't know what the fuck's goin' on. I just skip ... like always."
Veyugan laughed softly as his eyes were drawn toward a very attractive lady. She looked a year or so younger than Veyugan. One thing that kept his attention. She was foreign. Latina. Not Mexican ... No, something festive. A smirk grew upon his lips as his eyes followed her behind as she disappeared into a small crowd playing volleyball on the beach.
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