#lan:starter

[clzrissa]

“Eu, oficialmente, odeio essa viagem.” Um suspiro caracterizado por irritação escapou por entre seus lábios. “Os mosquitos estão me comendo viva.” A face delicada dispunha de uma expressão mal-humorada ao prosseguir com suas queixas. “E, pra melhorar, eu derrubei o meu celular no lago e ele parou de funcionar.”

[stxrlucy-blog]

lucy was sure that she hadn’t seen anything more beautiful than fiji at sunset. she had been to many, many places in her days but never quite somewhere like this. she had climbed up a little peak and sat herself down at the very edge, arms wrapped around her knees, bottle of tequila in hand. it was silent, apart from the bugs and various animals calling, but she didn’t mind. she was exhausted from work, but this sight made it all worth it. the sound of footsteps approaching behind her briefly distracted her from the view, but she didn’t move. “pretty, isn’t it?” she asked, taking another swig from her bottle. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen something like it.”

[sxnnyyoo-blog]

@blue team

Sunny wasn’t particularly enjoying scouring the beaches armed with a grabbing claw and a biodegradable plastic bag. All of the litter was no doubt from tourists. She wouldn’t be surprised if some of it was from partying Lansdale students. Fiji was like Korea in how lax it was about drinking and the drinking age itself was even lower. Maybe some of the freshmen would get looks, but she doubted that anyone would get carded. The tourism industry was too powerful for that.

All of the sand that she was sure would be stuck to her feet by the time they got done only soured her mood even more. “Why are they even having us do this in the first place? Fostering charitable giving and volunteer work? If they really wanted to help the poverty stricken on rural Fiji, they would have sent a local non-profit our airfares instead of flying in a group of inexperienced high school brats to muck about.”

[aaronwillington-blog]

Being that many hours on a plane was almost torture for the jock. Of course, Aaron got some shit from people for being totally in to sports, but just because he was didn’t mean that he was stupid. Nobody that ever went to Lansdale was. That was probably the only perk that he had with going to the stupid school. The second that they got the island most people went out to explore before their jobs started. However, he wasn’t in the mood for that. He felt the need to work out. After not moving for so many hours, it felt like it was necessary. After running two miles around, he went back to his cabana and found a place that was sturdy enough to hold his weight and started doing sit ups with his legs in the air. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice that someone was looking at him.

[ophelia-maddison-blog]

So far, Fiji wasn’t all that bad. It was actually really beautiful and even better than that, it was the best place to take some really beautiful pictures. She hummed lightly to Too Good by Drake. That wasn’t really her type of music but for some reason she had been really vibing to it recently. ‘Last night, I got high as the exceptions. Last night...’ she mumbled to herself. As she was walking along the coast, the sand in her toes and a camera in hand, she saw someone standing there. She walked on over, hoping that it wouldn’t be too weird. “Hi-ya, uh sorry but would you mind me taking a few pictures of you? Everything in this shot just looks amazing and I can’t pass it up.” 

[andycunningham-blog]

Leave it to Andrew to find a bar at an airport. With the commotion surrounding him, he thought it’d be best to be sipping on an ice cold beverage. Surely, he could have purchased an iced tea or a soda. However, beer seemed to be the just choice to calm his nerves. Andrew had never been partial to flying; his mother often kept him sheltered from things that could hurt her precious offspring. Thus, Andrew maintained the sustained discomfort surround airplanes that his mother instilled in him. Starting his fourth drink, he looked to the stool beside him. Someone had just sat down next to him. Luckily, Andrew often desired a companion for his drunken endeavors. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, a soft smile upon his lips. 

[timcthyhq-blog]

“And if you look to your right, you will see one of the barbarians from Lansdale with his hands down a girl’s skirt. The class at the Academy never ceases to amaze me,” Timothy said, bringing their attention from the grossest display of PDA they ever had the displeasure of seeing back to their phone. “I hope nobody decides to get their dick wet in the airplane bathroom, I might need to pee on the flight. I’m not going to let morons ruin that for me.” They, of course, hardly had anything to complain about, though, they could easily sneak in a snort or two of cocaine if things got too intolerable. 

[luckylesgle--deactive-blog]

Bossuet loved the weekends because he didn't have to deal with the same work problems that he did during the week.  On the weekends, he could sleep in as late as he wanted and then (within reason) do whatever he liked.  A lot of that was spending time with his loves, but he also liked to spend time with his friends.  And so it was with a smile and one more check of his pockets to be sure he had everything he needed (wallet, check, keys, check, phone, check) that he headed out and walked to the ever popular Musain for a drink and to see what the others were up to.