THE BIG GREEN BASH < ALL POST >

[stephanie michelle davis]

Since the beginning of the month papers had been passed out in all directions of Point Pleasant supplying the location of the St. Patricks Day festival. The beach had many hidden areas blocked to the usual public by cliffs and rocks, so whoever had hosted the party had mapped out the perfect secluded spot for the festivities. The actual host had been kept secret since they knew there would be a lot of alcohol passed around, and if a minor were to get caught this person would not want to get in any trouble for starting the damn thing. They had been in trouble with the law before so a second strike had been out of the question.

On the far side of the beach there was a small clearing, you'd have to climb over the bluff of rocks to get to it, but once there it was a rather large open area with sandy shores and there were two small caves for those needing more privacy. There had been no tables set up for food or beverages, just plenty of coolers full of all sorts of beers and flavored coolers. The only table that had been set up was one that was blasting music from a stereo, the person hosting figured the music was the last thing on peoples minds as they drank and socialized. On the flyers there had also been warning that since the supply would eventually run out the people were asked to bring their own beer with them to keep the party going however long that may be.

Before the guests had started to arrive the place seemed almost too quiet and untouched. The most you could hear were waves crashing against the shore smacking against rocks splashing small amounts of water up into the air. There had been just a slight breeze but still the temperature had been in the seventies that night so it wasn't cold by any means. There was a no swimming sign but that was just for show, people could swim in the crystal waters all night (and were encouraged to bare skin while doing so). The caves weren't entirely dark either, the host had placed just a few candles in each letting the small flickering light lead the way to a private place for those looking to get away from the crowd.

After the sun had set you could hear people from all around heading to the spot in hopes of a good party, and of course that was exactly what they were going to get tonight. Parties at the Point are insane, anything can and will happen, but all the community members wanted was a good time to forget about all the shit in their lives. The host had known that and had made this the perfect oasis to forget about troubles and have a damn good time!


okay so this is obviously the st. patricks day thread that everyone can post in! If you're prefer to make your own post once you and someone start talking under this thread go right ahead, you're free to do anything at the beach tonight, but please if you make your own thread for tonight put a [SPD] somewhere on it. Once this thread is locked at the end of the month I will be moving this, along with the other ones, to another board and want to make sure I have them all! Okay so I know the post was lame but have a good time and start mingling! Everyone is invited so have a good time!

[renea]

The time had come! Night had fallen on the place, people were getting ready, listening to music, and others were already drunk and in need of a companion for the night. The sound of cars going to the beach could be heard, the parking lots were full of empty cars, well, mostly empty cars, because some people were in fact in there cars. You could see the fires where people had settled in for a fun night, you could smell the drinks and you could hear the music as it went through the beach and street. People were having lots of fun, as anyone could tell. The ocean could be heard, lapping up onto the shore, even over the loud music, letting the mood set in. People were dancing, rubbing on others as they moved through the crowd and other people were getting in some fights, as normal at any fight.

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Her hair was curled, making it look cute. Her make up was made up nicely, allowing herself to look nice for the party. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans, that flared out at her knees and a black tank top that showed her skin and her back. She drove up into the parking lot, trying to find somewhere to park, seeing good looking men walking around, showing off their abs. She smiled as she found a parking place close the beach and got out. She checked herself over and then locked her door, heading to the beach. She left her phone in her car so she would not be bothered and headed out, seeing the fires and seeing the fun. She walked into the first group, smiling and bumping into some guys, grabbing attention. She was the true girl from Hawaii, she knew how to act around parties and guys.

[raleigh]

Raleigh hadn't been out in a while and was starting to realize that the muse in her music was dimming. She needed time away from the small studio she had set up in her bedroom. She'd heard about this party about a week ago at school and had been talked into going from a friend of hers. So there she was. Dressed in a faded, slightly ripped denim mini-skirt and a black Clash t-shirt, her hair done up in a loose ponytail and her feet in black gladiator sandals, she headed down the sandy beach until she spotted a crowd and headed over.

She couldn't see anyone she knew there yet, so she headed over to the booze and took a beer, opening it in a matter of seconds, something some girls had trouble with. She took a quick drink and headed down to a quiet spot on the sand, looking out at the water. She stood there, singing along to the fast song playing from the stereo, not caring who was watching her.

[admin!heather]

When Lucas had been passed a flyer one night at the club he knew it'd be an event that he'd want to attend. One thing that made this enjoyable would be the alcohol supply, he'd bring his own obviously, but still there would be more of a selection from the others in hopes that he'd get as plastered as he could and hopefully sleep the next few days off. The second thing that he knew wouldn't keep him from this party had been the fact that it had been on the beach, meaning drunk women in flimsy bikini tops that were just waiting to be pulled from their fragile bodies. He was hoping to see a lot of flesh tonight, so of course there had been a grin spread across his face as he stepped onto the beach in his sneakers (sandals were for fags he'd always say) and a pair of black ripped jeans with a white fitted shirt with nothing on it, though there had been a small hole in the front pocket where he'd stored his cigarettes and lighter.

He looked at the flyer one more time to make sure he'd been going in the right direction and when he found the bluff he'd been looking for her let the piece of paper fall to the ground as he picked up his pace. He just had a bottle of vodka tonight, his favorite drink that went well with anything, so before he started climbing over the rocks he made sure to take a good swig to get ready for the night. He could already hear the music playing as the people talked on the other side and hoped tonight would play out in his advantage, though if it hadn't he was sure he'd at least still get something for his time tonight.

He climbed over the rocks and jumped into the clearing where all the people had been as he looked around. Sure enough there were a good number of girls with beers in their hand dancing around in their bikini tops, yup this was going to be one hell of a night. Lucas would make sure of that much. He took another swig of his vodka as he started walking into the crowd just looking around for right now, he had to get a feel for the place before he started socializing.

[renea]

She moved from the people, sliding past the boys who were talking with each other and trying to get her into the mood, but it was not working, she just gave them a sly smile and went on to where the drinks were. She fixed her black tank top, her tattoo of the dragon showing on her back. It was a read dragon, it's wings flared over her shoulder blades and it's body moved down her back. The rest was hidden by the tank top, but at the base of her neck, the head of the dragon was seen. It mouth was opening, as if it was roaring and it's eyes were maroon. She moved past more people, others moved away from her when they saw her dragon, some was hidden by her hair, but with the curl, you could see most the dragon.

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She got her a drink, a Smirnoff Ice, which opened easily for her as she turned and headed to the side of the crowd, letting herself take a long swig off the bottle. She smiled as the drink went down her throat, warming her insides and making her happy. This drink was not one you got drunk off quickly, you have to drink a lot of them, but she did not plan to drink a lot. She saw a new guy come in, but she did not move towards him, she normal let the man make the first move.

[admin!heather]

"Where's the fire!?!" Lucas yelled as a group of underaged kids went running past him at high speeds. He hated parties like this where they let just anyone in, the underage had no idea how to act with alcohol and they ended up just looking dumb and stupid acting as ten year olds. He rolled his eyes as he started to walk again taking another swig of his alcohol, and that is when his eyes met a blonde standing not too far from him. He smirked at her and yet she turned away not looking at him anymore. He couldn't tell if she'd just done that because she wasn't interested, or if she had been playing some game of trying to be hard to get.

This had his curiosity peaked as he started towards her, Lucas had no problems walking to random girls and striking up conversations. He made his way near her and stopped moving as he happened to let his eyes glance over her entire body checking her out as though making sure she'd been worthy enough to speak to him that night. She seemed gorgeous enough and he loved the curls in her hair, he had a soft spot for gorgeous blondes but that was something he'd never tell anyone. "Alone tonight?" He asked over the music as he took another drink of his vodka. He planned to hit up as many women tonight as he could, the more the merrier is what he always thought. "Or boyfriend just over taking a piss or something?" He asked straight to the point, there had been beer around so if she had came with someone she should have been near them, so the only logical explanation would have been the man would have been taking a piss.

[lis]

Lis knew she shouldn't be at the party tonight because of how desperate she'd gotten years ago with alcohol, and that had been the main reason her parents had shipped her to Coloroda to avoid the temptation, and yet she still brought herself here tonight to mingle with everyone else that was there. She would try to avoid a drink but knew it'd be hard for the night, but even if she had just one it shouldn't hurt her too much, or at least that is what she hoped if it were to come down to that. She had been wearing a black bikini underneath a white sundress that danced against her upper-thigh as the wind blew around her. She planned on at least taking a swim but not right now even though there were a good number of people already in the water.

She looked around as her white adidas sandals sunk into the sand with each step she walked and still couldn't find anyone that she had recognized around there. She wanted badly to have someone to at least talk to right now because what was a party without a friend to enjoy it with? She wondered if Troy or someone would show up tonight, or she could always walk up to a stranger and start up some random conversation if it had came down to that. She slunk past a small group of people that had been involved in their conversations just looking for someone to help pass the time.

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[renea]

Autumn heard someone speak to her and she turned to see a pretty good looking guy, but to her, he was not all that good looking. She let her eyes skim over him and gave him a sweet smile and turned to face him. Her boots skimmed over the sand a little, her blue jeans touching the sand. One hand was in her pocket a little, while the other held a Smirnoff. She listened to him, gave a sly smile and laughed a little. She had no guy and if she did, she would probably not be here anyway, she would probably be enjoying a nice dinner with him instead of here at this party.
"Aloha... No, I am here alone, first party since I moved here, so you know, just getting to know the scene a little better," And she was, but this also gave her a chance to get to see which one she would be chasing when they missed court. She had already seen two young men who was on bond with her father, and also a young woman who was one bond to. She smiled, just what she need, her own way of hiding without them knowing she was the hunter and they were the pray.

[admin!heather]

He took another swig of his half empty bottle of vodka as he listened to her start to talk. When she had gave her greeting it had confused him at first, he was used to the normal `hey` or `hello` but an aloha? So she was either from Hawaii or was just being lame trying to make an image for herself he figured, but from hearing that this had been her first party since being here he figured she must have moved from the gorgeous island. "Move from one paradise to another eh?" He asked with a slight chuckle as his eyes made their way around the crowd. "One party on the beach isn't going to give you a good feel of this damn place." He knew that for sure, people usually acted differently at parties especially those involving alcohol, so the best way to scope out the scene he'd thought was to catch them when they're sober. That is when the fun part started as he'd watched the sober rats run around in the tiny cages they called home.

"You'll probably see me all the fucking time if you're into this scene." He said again being completely truthful with the girl. Lucas managed to find his way to all parties, big or small, in hopes to find his next conquest for the night. Lucas wasn't about making friends, he didn't see the point since they managed to just fuck him over in the end, so he usually kept his encounters to simply casual. He took another swig of his drink as he saw a group of younger looking girls run around in their bikinis being chased by some men who appeared high on something. "Now that is what these parties are all about." He said in reference to the girls in skimpy clothing.

[whitney leigh douglas]

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There could be absolutely no doubt in anyone’s mind that Whitney was ready for a party tonight. It was St. Patrick’s Day, which ranked up there with some of her other favorite holidays (like New Years) for one simple reason: it was an excuse to drink. She wasn’t wearing much, just a pair of jean shorts that were slightly frayed at the bottom and an olive green bikini underneath in accordance with the holiday’s tradition. She didn’t particularly feel like getting pinched by strangers and the shorts allowed plenty of leg to be revealed. Her pierced naval was also available for scrutiny considering she hadn’t donned anything over the bikini top. Luckily, she wasn’t self-conscious about her stomach, or any part of her body for that matter - it was just one of the perks of being a trainer. She worked out for a living.

Whitney had further prepared for the party by bringing her own bottle of vodka. It was her personal favorite and she wouldn’t be able to enjoy herself quite as much without it. She’d even poured in a little cranberry juice to give it a light pink, girly color, hoping no one would realize just how heavily she was drinking. And if for some strange reason the alcohol was too much of a constant, she had a back plan: a little pill she liked to call Plan B. Well, it was actually a handful of tiny pills, each stamped with a lucky four-leaf clover just for the occasion. And they weren’t the “day after“ sort of thing her nickname might suggest, she’d picked them up earlier to ensure she had a good time tonight.

The flip flops she was wearing cost no more than a couple bucks, but they were the exact shade of green as her top, so they were appropriate. Considering how tipsy she already was upon arriving, their flimsiness made walking on the sand a difficult balancing act. However, hard liquor had also granted her the humor to be able to laugh at herself, so each stumbling step just resulted in a brilliant smile. Maybe it was the Irish in her that granted her a certain amount of tolerance to the heavy stuff. Or if she were being honest with herself, it was all the practice she‘d gotten over the years. It would take some heavy shit to really knock her off her feet, even the Ecstasy she was hoarding probably couldn’t do the job.

She had yet to visit Pleasant’s beach, so she was definitely excited, treating her outing as a bit of an adventure. She sincerely hoped she would run into someone who shared her love for the holiday or maybe just partying in general. There were already a few people floating around when she got there, so her prospects were good. She was thoroughly enjoying the good weather and the good booze, so nothing could go wrong. She searched faces for one that might be familiar, but was disappointed. Partying strangers beware, party girl was ready to mingle.

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-- WEARING -- DESCRIBED
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-- MUSIC -- CHEERS DARLIN’ - DAMIEN RICE
-- NOTES -- Just drop a subtle hint in your post or send me a quick pm if you want to rp, I know some characters prefer to be approached rather than do the approaching

[boyscout]

The beach seemed like an odd place for a party Spencer thought as he shuffled his sneakers through the sand. Since it had been his first party since moving he didn't have a clue what the people of Point Pleasant liked to wear to these social gatherings, so he just threw on an pair of shorts and a shirt that he had purchased earlier during the day at aeropostale. He had always been the type to keep his appearance neat and had loved the merchandise that the store offered. He knew that it probably gave him the classification of a preppy boy but he didn't care when it came to feeling good and looking good too. Spencer just hoped that he could make a good impression with the people at this party tonight since he hoped a friend or two would come out of this thing.

When he walked towards the group of people he could feel his heart start to race as the beat of the music coming from the speakers started to rush through his veins. His thumb started to tap the beat against his leg as he stepped closer to the group looking around to make sure he'd even fit in with these people. He noticed a cooler of twisted tea and went over to grab one of the glass bottles, and after twisting the top off he quickly took a drink. He had been a social drinker and knew that he would need the alcohol tonight to chill down wanting nothing more to make good impressions on these folks.

As he started through the crowd he could see some people in the corner of his eye that were dancing close together, and he couldn't help but look away in disguist at how physical the two had been getting without really having any form left in their movements. He wouldn't even consider it dancing anymore, more like a simple make-out grinding session. After looking away he figured the best place to start in the crowd would be on the outside so he could look in and get the whole picture of what the night could offer him.

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[renea]

She nodded as he mentioned about her moving and then looked at her drink. She liked Smirnoff and the thing was, it was low on Alcohol and it would take a lot for her to get a buzz. He looked at him and nodded to the crowd, but there was many reason she was here, many reason and it was more then just to get the feel of the place. She let her blue eyes move over the crowd, her boot covered boot taping to the music as she looked over the crowd. She had already seen two people who were on bond with them, which she made a mental note to remember, she now knew where to find them and how to trick them. She then turned back to Lucas and smiled.

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"You probably right, but hey, I had to check out the first party since I have been here... Of Course, this is nothing like the party on the Islands... They start in the morning with surf contest and shit like that, and then end with a party where people just hang out, this is nothing like the Hawaiian parties I go to," She said to him, her accent showing where she came from. She took the last sig of her beverage and motioned to the drinks and started over there, only to bump into someone. She did not know the man was Spencer Maxwell, of course, she did not know the name, but that was who she had bumped into and now she was blushing and trying to hide it in the fire light. "Sorry Bra, I did not see you there and I was not paying attention," She said, her true Hawaiian accent coming out as she looked up at him. He was a cute guy, in fact, cute was something greater then anything.

[boyscout]

Spencer had been busy watching a group of three girls talk to each other as he took another drink from his twisted tea, but just as the bottle was leaving his lips he'd felt someone bump into him. He was thankful that nothing had spilt on him since he'd just gotten there and having a stain on his shirt could not be an option right now. He quickly turned to look at the girl as he checked to make sure she hadn't gotten any sort of drink on herself, and that is when his eyes met her beautiful ones as she started speaking to him. From the first three words she had said her accent made it clear that she had been from the Hawaiian Islands, but he wasn't going to guess which one since he'd been pretty bad at that subject.

"Don't be sorry, whats a party without people bumping into you?" He asked as a smile grew on his face. He had met a few different girls around there but her face wasn't familiar so he figured he'd introduce himself and get things started off the way they should have in the first place. "Spencer Maxwell, i'm new around town." He said raising his bottle to take another drink looking around the crowd catching the man that she had been talking to walking away from them in the crowd. "He your boyfriend or something?" He asked casually wanting to lean against something but since there had been nothing around he stood straight up solid in his stance incase if someone else had bumped into him.

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[renea]

She smiled up at him, happy that no fight would start. So, his name was Spencer, a very nice name indeed. She stood up straight and smiled at him, blue eyes looking over the man. He was very cute, she had to say, but she felt herself grow warm in her cheeks and just tried to hide it again. She looked at him, checked herself over. She unlike the other girls around here, wore a normal pair of tight blue jeans and a black tank top and a pair of black boots on her feet. Most would call her a cowgirl, but she was just from a family of Bounty Hunters who went between Colorado and Hawaii, of course, now it was also California. She mostly stayed in Hawaii, but now it was this place. She looked back at Lucas, giving him a friendly smile and then looked back at Spencer.

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"No, just met him, rather nice guy actually, but I am Autumn Sky Chapman, and I am new here too, just moved here with my father," She said, a smile appearing on her face as she moved her blond hair from her face, which was curled a little at the tips and wavy down her back. She looked at Spencer, checked her drink, which she had forgotten was empty, but she could wait to get another one later, she was not a big drinker anyway, besides, she had to remember the night, since she had to remember who she had seen and stuff so she could find them in case they jumped bond on her. No one really knew why she was here, but she was enjoying the fun too, so she did not mind this work. Her father was on the other side of town at home, making some phone calls.

[tiara]

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Happy St Patricks Day!, Tiara loved Saint Patricks day. It was just one of the most spiritfilled days ever. Wearing green, which she had a pretty great flower in her hair. There was no fucking way the girl was going to get pinched on St Patty's day. She glanced around for a moment. Allowing her eyes to follow a million people as she arrived at the beach. Where the party was being thrown. She didn't come to parties anymore. Not after what happened to her. But Elisabeth was going to be there. Maybe her sister would show up. She never really knew for sure, where she was anymore, and stopped asking. So here she was walking towards the party. Hearing everyone yelling, and having a good time. This was not really the place she'd like to find herself. Especially if something happened once again like it did before. She was not ready to repeat that life.

She sighed walking around a few people, and basically running into a couple drunk people who were not watching where they were going. She shifted once more, trying to avoid alcohol being spilled on her. And turned around walking another way through the party, and spotting a boy crowd watching. He looked a little fimiliar, and from the distance, she thought it was Zabien. So she made her way up towards him. Calling out 'Hey Z.' although getting closer, she realized it wasn't him. She just stared at the boy for a moment. "Sorry." she told him. "I thought you were someone else." she muttered quietly. "You look like someone I know." she said realizing she made a mistake, and feeling really stupid for doing so.

"Um, Hi I'm Tiara." she said allowing her hand to gently reach out, and stay there, for the boy to take a hold of. She brushed the blonde locks of hair away from her face, and stared back down at the party finally realizing, she saw Lis. But she wasn't going to leave, and make herself look like an ass for saying hello, and then booking herself away from the boy.

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