Thomas Seversky

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Tom was on the complete other end of things. He wanted to sit back and take things in for… however long it took. Exploring was definitely on his agenda, but maybe for not a few days. He can’t describe it, but there’s something about the beginning. It’s meant to savor, take slow, lull. And that goes for the beginning of anything. But ESPECIALLY travel. ESPECIALLY when they have all the time in the world here! Why jump into things?

Tom’s hand rests across his stomach, rising and falling with his breath. Okay, he’s not dead. Just resting. The background hum of the lights, the footsteps echoing off the nonexistent acoustics of the marble floors and walls, the breaking of waves nearby, it was all perfect white noise and Tom could’ve totally fallen asleep right there. He stretches out, his hoodie hiking up his stomach a little. Suddenly, a voice appears that sounds a LOT closer than the background chatter. His eyes shoot open and he pulls his head up.

“Ah! Jeez, you scared me just a bit, hahahaha!” Thomas giggles whimsically but deeply, sitting up a bit onto his elbows. “Yeah, not my best call… most of my stuff is long sleeves. Hopefully there’s a shop or something I can get some more tees. I’m okay for now!” He flashes a thumbs up and sits up fully.

“It’s good to see someone! Have you done some exploring already? Or did you just get here like me?”

[andrewxstjohn]

Bloody hell. Andrew was definitely not expecting to scare someone at all – let alone during an introduction… but it would appear that the person in question was so damn relaxed that maybe they dozed off for a moment? The jet lag was known to be an unforgiving bitch later on. His eyebrows shot upward with the sudden scare, lips trembling between a smile and legit concern for the other man. Who falls asleep at the entrance? Everyone else was mingling or collecting the keys to go to their rooms and unpack – something he too needed to do within a foreseeable future. But right now, he was making sure that the other man was… alright? He seemed to be asleep, from what he could tell. What an odd character that was.

”Apologies.” He offered a polite smile, quickly offering his hand to the odd man in the hoodie – it was hard not to stand out wearing that. “I’m Andrew. Drew, for friends. I am terribly sorry for having disrupted your uh… nap.” Nothing wrong with micro-naps. He didn’t do those but he fully supported those who did. More power to them. “I believe we should be going to our rooms and exploration comes after. Maybe then you can find yourself something more…” Summer-y. “Suitable. I just arrived as well, so I have not done any exploring… but once I get my mittens on a map… you can bet I will do my fair share of sightseeing around the place. Find a shop with clothes, maybe!”

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Thomas instinctively took Andrew’s outstretched hand, like if you give someone who’s talking on the phone an item to hold and they’ll just do it without question. The guy did make a good point, lounging around in the lobby, as nice as it was, delayed the process of getting comfortable, rather than contributed to it. Tom pulls himself up with Andrew’s arm, almost over correcting his balance and toppling forward, but his lean catches him and he rights himself, stretching on his tip toes.

“Ahhhh, thanks. Was worried I wouldn’t ever get up with how comfy that was… heh.” He slings his bag right back onto his shoulder and walks in front of Andrew toward the front desk. “I’m Tom, no worries about the nap thing. Hey, let’s check in together! Imagine we have the same villa! That’ll be so fun! Coral?” Tom excitedly asks, hoping this good looking dude will be in proximity. New friend on lock! The breezy A/C blew under their legs, in a way that only a resort could seem to recreate. You couldn’t get this kind of air back home. Everything was stale or muggy, but here it was aromatic, balmy, clean. Tom took every breath deep and slow.

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Location: Grand Atrium, Early Evening

Warm. That’s the first thing he notices when he steps off the ship. Just as moist as, maybe even moister than the Pacific. But it’s a warm moisture, carried through the air on what’s called a ‘sea breeze’. It kind of stings. Are there sand particles that get picked up and flung into Thomas’s face? It sort of feels like it, but it’s extremely subtle. The soil in the PNW is moist and compact and not loose like the sand here. He’s got on a pair of gray jeans and a dark teal hoodie, far too warm for the weather of the island, as he’s soon to discover.

He carries with him not much in the way of physical things. A few pairs of jeans and tees, socks, underwear. The closest thing he has to ‘fancy dress’ is a cool leather bomber jacket that he’s had forever which he has NO idea how to wash. Very much a believer in the concept of winging it. In the way of non-physical things, however, Thomas is a camel. Okay that was a terrible metaphor. He runs his hands through his hair, resting his tired eyes for just a second before he steps into the main building, the atrium. Seems he’s here just a liiiittle bit later than the others, which is nice. He likes interaction, but a bunch of people all at once is definitely too much for him to handle. He takes a seat in one of the couches and just rests his back for a bit.

It’s luxurious as hell in here. He’s away from the grime and the dust and the drabness of everyday life. The floors shine, the ceilings sparkle, and he almost starts feeling homesick immediately before he lays his head back and closes his eyes, all splayed out on the couch, taking up the whole damn seat. He needs to really forget about California for right now. He has a job. It can certainly wait for tomorrow, though, he just got here.

To onlookers, it might appear that a homeless guy found his way in and is using the couch as a temporary resting place. But it’s just Tom Seversky, who can’t dress to a vacation for shit.

[andrewxstjohn]

So this was Azure Haven. A little slice of paradise, away from everything and everyone – the perfect location for someone who wanted to escape the world to come. That was Andrew’s primary goal for the time being. Escape the bloody world. Stay away from all the faces he would see daily and all the secrecy that came with being who he was. But there was an extra reason to just… be away. Heartbreak was something that took a long time to heal. Even more so after being backstabbed by the man he deemed to be the love of his life back then. But those memories were better left buried at the bottom of the bloody ocean. To Andrew, being there was hopefully a fresh start. A turning page for a new chapter of his life where he would learn to be himself and discover things about him that he was not yet aware of… rather than being who everyone wanted him to be. Poised and charming. Always polite, always in control of his emotions, always there. A modern age prince charming, as someone would believe. But being perfect all the time was exhausting. It took a toll on him, like a boulder on his back, forcing him to bend but never break. And if he broke, who knows what would happen? Years upon years of pent-up tension due to a very elitist upbringing would snap. All those polite smiles, carefully built mask that would be perfectly viewed and accepted by society… gone. He ran a hand over his blond hair. Everyone was getting off the ship and being greeted with fancy drinks and whatnot – soon to be taken to their respective rooms and left to their own devices. He wanted to explore. To see what the island had to offer before trying to figure himself out. He sipped his drink without rush. One hand on the pocket of his white pants, the other holding the beverage in his hand. His blue eyes scanned the new arrivals. Men from every way of life, from every corner of the planet were there – and they all had in common the need to just be away for a while. They all looked the same, really. Prim and proper, rich and powerful. Like every single one of them owned the world in their own right… at least his gaze landed on the man claiming a whole couch for himself… and wearing a hoodie. A hoodie? In a tropical setting? Andrew’s lips almost curled into a smile – because who on earth would wear a hoodie to a tropical island – and the absurdity of the whole scenario and that man being the complete opposite of everyone around… was what made him approach. A kind smile lingering on his lips with such a carefree ease, absolutely no judgment reflected in his crystal clear blue eyes.

”It is a bit hot for a hoodie, no?” His British accent while thick comes out in a way friendlier manner than one would expect an Englishman to speak. “You must be melting with that.”

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Tom was on the complete other end of things. He wanted to sit back and take things in for… however long it took. Exploring was definitely on his agenda, but maybe for not a few days. He can’t describe it, but there’s something about the beginning. It’s meant to savor, take slow, lull. And that goes for the beginning of anything. But ESPECIALLY travel. ESPECIALLY when they have all the time in the world here! Why jump into things?

Tom’s hand rests across his stomach, rising and falling with his breath. Okay, he’s not dead. Just resting. The background hum of the lights, the footsteps echoing off the nonexistent acoustics of the marble floors and walls, the breaking of waves nearby, it was all perfect white noise and Tom could’ve totally fallen asleep right there. He stretches out, his hoodie hiking up his stomach a little. Suddenly, a voice appears that sounds a LOT closer than the background chatter. His eyes shoot open and he pulls his head up.

“Ah! Jeez, you scared me just a bit, hahahaha!” Thomas giggles whimsically but deeply, sitting up a bit onto his elbows. “Yeah, not my best call… most of my stuff is long sleeves. Hopefully there’s a shop or something I can get some more tees. I’m okay for now!” He flashes a thumbs up and sits up fully.

“It’s good to see someone! Have you done some exploring already? Or did you just get here like me?”

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Location: Grand Atrium, Early Evening

Warm. That’s the first thing he notices when he steps off the ship. Just as moist as, maybe even moister than the Pacific. But it’s a warm moisture, carried through the air on what’s called a ‘sea breeze’. It kind of stings. Are there sand particles that get picked up and flung into Thomas’s face? It sort of feels like it, but it’s extremely subtle. The soil in the PNW is moist and compact and not loose like the sand here. He’s got on a pair of gray jeans and a dark teal hoodie, far too warm for the weather of the island, as he’s soon to discover.

He carries with him not much in the way of physical things. A few pairs of jeans and tees, socks, underwear. The closest thing he has to ‘fancy dress’ is a cool leather bomber jacket that he’s had forever which he has NO idea how to wash. Very much a believer in the concept of winging it. In the way of non-physical things, however, Thomas is a camel. Okay that was a terrible metaphor. He runs his hands through his hair, resting his tired eyes for just a second before he steps into the main building, the atrium. Seems he’s here just a liiiittle bit later than the others, which is nice. He likes interaction, but a bunch of people all at once is definitely too much for him to handle. He takes a seat in one of the couches and just rests his back for a bit.

It’s luxurious as hell in here. He’s away from the grime and the dust and the drabness of everyday life. The floors shine, the ceilings sparkle, and he almost starts feeling homesick immediately before he lays his head back and closes his eyes, all splayed out on the couch, taking up the whole damn seat. He needs to really forget about California for right now. He has a job. It can certainly wait for tomorrow, though, he just got here.

To onlookers, it might appear that a homeless guy found his way in and is using the couch as a temporary resting place. But it’s just Tom Seversky, who can’t dress to a vacation for shit.

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Hey hey hey! Tommy here, I am from Washington I am from Washington. I am retired military, I like to help people and do fun things. Very very excited to get to know everyone!! Thank you