Crack Thread 1: Beach

[SarahSyna]

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by konya☆

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['Ace' Julia Dale]

Ace looked across to the other side of the net. She knew her competition. She knew who had to die next. This was her court. Her volleyball. She grimaced with determination, a drop of sweat on her brow, blonde hair loosely tied back. She served. Yes, she was in a bikini.

[Gleam]

Jacob glanced around, rolling his shoulders. "I have not played volleyball in a long time." he noted to Ace, and popped the ball up with his wrist, as it came soaring towards his end of the court. "But I believe reach still proffers some level of advantage."

One of his teammates hopped up and slapped the ball back over to the other side.

['Ace' Julia Dale]

Ace glanced feverishly between the ball and Jacob as he talked, like some deer in the headlights. No. This would not do. She felt her lips twitch into a snarl as the ball came to their side of the net. She bolted for it, unsatisfied with every millimeter the ball came closer to the sand. Then... other people hit it. Other people. "What the fuck was that Jacob?! And you! Random teammate! What was that? NO."

She glanced back to see the ball be hurled back towards their side of the net. Ace pounced like a wild animal hunting. She sprang forward with a sound of force and punched the ball to the other side. "MY BALL"

[Creda Shields]

Why did I even attend this? This is pure insanity. Why has Fate made me attend this... farce?

In a white one piece with black trim, Creda just observed from nearby. Her back and shoulders were exposed, showing off her tattoos to the world. She'd bought it a few days ago and whilst she had attended this beach party in order to scout for new recruits, she was beginning to regret it.

If only because it was slightly uncomfortable.

I mean, look at that one girl in the bikini. Surely that cannot be the best to dress i- Oh what was THAT?! Fate cannot have blessed her with such awful skills, could it?

Creda abruptly marched over, onto Jacob's side, clasping her hands together and launching the ball back over.

"Your spike is weak." she muttered.

[SarahSyna]

She was going to kill Artemis. Stonecold kill her. Gabrielle could genuinely not fucking believe the cruelty, the betrayal that had occurred. Et tu, Arty?

What kind of sick, evil depraved person would replace her sister’s sensible, one piece beach stuff with a red bikini and black short shorts?

Gabrielle fidgeted with the hem of the shorts as she watched people play volleyball really, really badly. She looked down at her chest. It was reinforced. Underwired and everything. Would she risk it?

Volleyball, yes/no?

What were the rules anyway? Hit the ball, don’t break it or other people? She could definitely do that. So fuck it, yes. If nothing else, she kind of wanted to throw the damn thing straight at Ace, just because she was taking it so seriously.

Gabrielle wandered over to the less populated side of the net and waited for a ball.

[Gleam]

Jacob ducked out of the way as Creda returned the shot, then chased the ball to the edge of the net and jumped. Six feet and three inches of Mediterranean teenager soared into the air, near two hundred pounds of sail-hardened muscle, and he reared a hand back as the ball reached the peak of its arc.

Then he smashed it down at the opposite end of the court like a meteor.

[Sidra]

She watched at the ball hit the sand, causing it to spontatiously turn in to glass and smoke in the hot sun of late summer. "TEN POINTS FOR GRIFFINDOR!" she shouted holding up a red and gold flag for Jacob's team.

Sidra was sitting up in a tall chair. She looked similar to a child queen...of darkness with the lace paracell proped up at the back of the chair. She wore a large floppy gray straw hat and a t-shirt that clearly wasn't hers. Edges of her black and white polka-dot bikini could be glimpsed through it.

"Hufflepuff Serves!" she commanded holding up a yellow and gray flag. She didn't actually know the rules but it was fun shouting.

[Creda Shields]

Creda said nothing. She just wordlessly marched up to Jacob and gave a silent, non looking high five. Then she returned to her position, arching an eyebrow at the near feral girl in the bikini.

"I believe ther term is...come and have a go if you think you are hard enough?" she taunted, small aloof smirk pulling at her features.