Julian was soaking wet, his board tucked under a muscular, inked arm. Surfing out here had been good ever since he moved, and he was glad for it. He didn’t know what he’d do if he wasn’t living near the ocean as he had been his whole life somewhere else. Julian glanced over to Stephen and shook his head. “It’s fucked if you go out too far and get sucked into the rip current. I’m goin’ over there,” the Aussie said, pointing a bit further up along the beach.·“Surf should be good there, but good lookin’ out, man,” he said.·“You comin’ or nah?”
eyes scan the water slowly, tracking the exact location julian was pointing out. stephen had a lot of distrust when it came to the ocean, so he was still just a bit wary of the other's decision to mess with mother nature when she was already messing with the outer banks. ❛ you sure about that ? ❜ still, part of him wanted to get up & join julian, but he wasn't really dressed for the occasion. ❛ dude, i don't have my board. you want me to break off a piece of the pier & use driftwood as a makeshift one ? ❜ it's meant to be a joke, of course.
Alexandra had a really long day and all she wanted to do was surf a little before she went home to relax. Not paying attention she stop walking as she heard the others voice. Letting out a sigh she looked up at the waves, and he was right. “Yeah, I guess you’re right” she sighed giving him a smile, “Well, thanks for making sure I didn’t die” she joked, letting out a little laugh. Leaning her board against the rail she looked up at him, “So, why are you out here?”.
❛ of course. gotta look out for a fellow kook, don't i ? ❜ fingertips barely graze the sand as he shifts from resting his arms atop his knees to letting his hands fall to the ground. it's a nervous tick that he has ––– not that anything really made him nervous. although social & fairly outgoing, there were times where stephen felt anxious about talking to people. he doesn't do good one - on - one. her question makes eyebrows lift, but then the male is shrugging lazily. ❛ got bored, i guess. ❜ well, he mostly just hated being inside during storms. it felt too confined. ❛ there's some weird fuckin' office party my dad's having & it wasn't really my scene. ❜
beau knew a storm was rumbling in the outer banks. he could smell it in the air from the moment he woke up and that’s what excited him the most. he hated surfing with the calm waves. he wanted a little adventure. with his board under his arm, he trekked through the sand at the nearly empty beach. his eyes glanced over when he heard a voice, shaking his head a bit at the words being spoken. “i’m very aware of that. it’s the best part.” he shrugged, glancing to the waves crashing against one another. “the uncertainty, that’s my favorite part of surfing during a storm. you never know what’s going to happen.” he wouldn’t mind, either. “that’s too bad. i wouldn’t mind being saved by you.”
the absence of his own board seems unnatural to stephen, but there was a lot going on inside his head & surfing just wasn't a main priority at the moment. beau's response catches him off - guard, eyebrows lifting as soon as the word uncertainty is strewn into the open like it was nothing. unpredictability could be a beautiful thing, but it could also be tragic. with his luck, beau's name would end up in the newspaper & he'd be seen as the bystander who had done nothing to stop a stupid decision to catch some waves during the beginning of a storm. ❛ that why you were really gonna do it ? ❜ an entertained smile makes an appearance, but only briefly, as flattery becomes one of his biggest vices. ❛ to be saved by some dashing, young man who's got no knowledge of cpr or basic life - saving skills ? ❜ it's the narcissist in him speaking.
ＦＩＲＳＴ ＷＥＥＫ ＢＡＣＫ ＩＮ ＣＬＡＳＳ and he already longs for it to be over . the lectures about a system he finds little to no interest in has become more and more tedious over the years , so much so that he barely remembers the lessons from his professors . he’s fresh out of one , clad in his best shirt and tie , pants rolled to his knees , and a tattered ball cap settled backward on his head . his parents would shutter at the sight of him , nagging him about how the garments would wrinkle —— the custom made cufflinks could be lost in the loose sand . all the more reason for him to keep his path toward the water , searching for a few moments of tranquility where all he can feel , hear and see are the waves crashing around his feet . before he can reach that point though , his attention is captured by the voice of the male nearby . cole inhales a deep breath and glances his way , lips pressing into a tight and unimpressed line . ❛ if the current sweeps my ankles away , know that they won’t hold you accountable for it , ❜ he responds with a shrug and a wave of his hand , then steps into the water and releases the captive air in his lungs . the cold water was as relaxing as it was energizing . ❛ ever go surfing during a storm ? it’s fucking cool until the waves get way too violent . gotta take risks sometimes , don’t you think ? swimming though , well , i’m not a fucking idiot don’t worry . ❜
the male before him triggers something unsettling in the pit of his stomach ––– stephen loathes the fact that he's threatening the condition of the other's outfit due to the simple idea that he's even outside at the moment. it's the shadow of his father within him that gives an instinctive need to cast judgment, but stephen has a little more self - control than his elder coia. ❛ if the current sweeps your ankles away, i'm not the one carryin' you home. ❜ it's only a repeat of his previous statement, an attempt at continuing to place blame elsewhere if it came down to it. a moment of silence leaves him to observe quietly, eyes drifting towards the waves at cole's feet before they lift towards his countenance once again. ❛ yeah, i have. ❜ many of those nights were spent with his late brother, which explains the short response as stephen's throat itches to be cleared while tired eyes squint at the shuffling clouds in the distance. ❛ then what're you doing out here ? ❜ the sound of the wind is nothing short of calming, distant chimes of sea - warning bells clinging in the distance while the faint sound of waves crashing against legs of the dock continue to ease his mind.
disheveled tufts of brown hair are swept by the wind every so often as stephen sits with his arms resting atop his knees. heels are nestled lazily into the sand, the cool breeze casting a darker essence across rough waters as the male just watches for a moment. there's a distant rumble of thunder, but it's not close enough to be concerning. that, however, doesn't stop him from eyeing the person approaching the water & it certainly doesn't stop him from prying. ❛ you know the current's fucked, right ? ❜ eyes fall from the other to the water, but his body doesn't react. in fact, stephen remains still ––– calm, cool, collected. ❛ you go in, you're gettin' torn away from shore & i don't really wanna be responsible for that. ❜ leave it to him to have some heart, right ?
“I hate that I’m into this show, watching it was suppose to be a joke.” Tobias stated as he looked over at the person on the other side of the couch, in disbelief. “I thought we’d watch the first episode and be done, but I wanna know more, are these people actually going to get married? They’ve known each other for like three days.” A glance towards the television where ‘Love is Blind’ was paused and despite himself he had the urge to hit play. @kildarestarts·
comfort manifests in the form of long & lanky limbs strewn lazily across his side of the couch. one leg is hanging over the furniture's arm, index finger & thumb barely supporting his jawline as stephen's shoulder remains posted against a few stray pillows. the disinterest in the show before him is shown through straight - faced remarks & eyebrows that portray confusion half the time. ❛ press play & i'm throwing that remote across the room myself. ❜ with that, the male sat up straight with a tired groan, arms stretching in front of him as a yawn parts slightly chapped lips. ❛ put on, like, a horror movie or something. i'm fallin' asleep over here. ❜
𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙾𝙱 𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸. 𝟸𝟸. 𝙷𝙴 / 𝙷𝙸𝙼. 𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻. have you met 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐚 ? they’re a well - known 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 in the outer banks. rumor has it they can be 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 & 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, but also 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥. they’ve lived on the island for 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 and work as a 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫. when you hear their name, you can always picture 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, and 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓪. 𝓮𝓼𝓽. 𝓼𝓱𝓮 / 𝓱𝓮𝓻.
𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦.
full name : stephen archibald coia
nickname(s) : steph, stephy ( only by his mom ), archie ( only by his dad ).
age : twenty - two
birthday : march 6th
gender : cismale
pronouns : he / him
orientation : panromantic pansexual
occupation : website / graphic designer
𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦.
his father is the proud owner of a yacht company that goes by the name of coia inc. because of this & because of the vast amount of kooks living in the outer banks, his family has made tons of money off of it.
stephen was always well - known at school, being one of the most popular guys at his high school & continuing on to be a golden boy of the outer banks. he played football in high school & had a knack for learning quickly about electronics, so he dipped his feet into some graphic & web design. he made websites for companies, teachers, other people, etc, soon making his own profit & crowning himself the perfect son to his parents.
he’s an only child ( now ) & does not associate himself with the pogues in a public setting. his attitude is, in fact, quite sour. stephen has a god complex at times because of the praise he’d always been given. people feared him in high school because his impulsive need for revenge always got the worst of him ––– trashing houses, slashing tires, handing in plagiarized papers for other students. that behavior filtered into his life as an adult, as well. he doesn’t do well with keeping a calm demeanor & has a bit of an anger problem.
when he was twenty, his brother died in a car accident. a lot of people around the island knew about it because of the fact that his brother was the one drunk driving. his brother, tanner, was his best friend because they were only a year apart. anytime someone mentions him, stephen gets defensive & upset. it becomes easy for him to lose his temper, but it’s mostly because he’d never had time to grieve properly.
to curb the anger, he’d recently gotten involved with street fighting. he & a small group of pogues have an underground fight club that isn’t exactly legal in the outer banks, so they all keep their mouths shut about it. it helps relieve a lot of anger, but it leaves a lot of people wondering how he’s always managing to walk around with bruises, cuts, and sore muscles.
although he was always a jock, he was wicked smart. he still is. all of his actions are calculated and he’s got connections all over the island, so he’s got knowledge everywhere. you know how people can be one step ahead of you ? stephen is usually about five steps ahead of you, if he ever needs to be.
kind of a dick, kind of a smartass, kind of a whore ... he’s the whole package deal.
he’s a big surfer & spends a lot of his time at the beach ok
𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦.
exes. whew. this man has had a lot of them, so i’m always down to explore those kinds of dynamics.
hookups. previous hookups, friends who hookup, exes who hookup, one night stands, etc. you name it & it’s all yours.
best friend. this is pretty self - explanatory.
i have a list of songs to base stuff off of if u want me to send that
also give me anything i love exploring dynamics and connections :)
