#srpstart

[wesleypryce]

“I’m Prince Eric.” Wesley replies, gesturing towards his outfit. “It makes more sense if you see my wife, she’s Ariel. She looks way better than I do.” He says with a laugh, shaking his head a bit. “Happy Halloween. You having a good time?”

[brcoklyn]

Wanting to make a quick stop by the bar to see the halloween themed drinks resort had to offer, Brooklyn hummed softly as she scanned the menu. Since she was one of the most indecisive people on the planet, everything on the menu sounded like a good idea. “Gosh, these all sound so good. Do you have any recommendations on which is the best? I’m leaning towards the Zombie Apocalypse but the Poisoned Apple Pie is also a tempting option as well. Maybe I’ll get both.” 

[ethanxedwards]

Ethan had spent a good portion of the afternoon, in the bar of the resort, and was trying to find his way back to his room now.  It’s not that he was that drunk, but he wasn't that sober, either. Finding his way outside, he spoke out loud. There were people around, but he was more cursing his own loss of direction.  “Well this isn’t the way to my room.” 

[jamesxbaker]

James was on longer leave, than he was used to. He knew that he had come near the end of his Navy career, which was bittersweet. But, he wasn’t used to being around so many civilians and people who just genuinely seemed to enjoy having too much time on his hands. He had spent the day walking on the beach and spotted someone, as he was heading back. “Do people really do nothing but lounge around all day” That seems so..boring after a while.”

[swingingsilas-blog]

With a groan, Silas flopped into a beach chair, feeling pleasantly achy.  He’d been exercising on the beach all morning.  Running through the golden sands, doing a few laps close to shore in the tropical water.  Yet another beautiful day, but now he was tired and wanted to just relax.  He reached for his sunscreen, putting on another layer, and put his sunglasses on, reclining and letting his body soak up the rays.  The sound of shuffling feet through the sand caught his ear and he grinned without looking at the source.  “Care to join me?  Be a shame to sit out here by myself.”

[daxtcns]

Sitting out on the brunette laid out on one of the chairs, he couldn’t help the audible groan that left his lips once his phone had started ringing. He knew he should’ve left that thing back in his bedroom and had not taken it down with him. He waited a few moments before picking up the phone, rolling his eyes once he was barely greeted by the person on the other side of the phone. “Yes, yes I’m listening. No, I’m not surfing, I’m not jet skiing, I’m barely tanning because I know I’ll get ‘freckles.’ I don’t need this reminder every few days, I took a vacation for a reason.” he hissed softly into the phone before he hung it up, setting it off to the side and turning the sound off. 

Noticing there was someone next to him, Dax let out a small laugh. “Would you believe that the person I just spoke to is not my mother? Sounds like her sometimes, but definitely my annoying manager who’s afraid I’ll break contact by breaking myself or gain freckles.” He said and rolled his eyes. 

[amarkotak]

"Hey, um...excuse me?” Amar asks,calling out to the person nearest to him. “Can you tell me if I have paint on my face or anything? Those people over there keep looking at me and it wouldn’t be a stretch if i somehow had paint on me and didn’t know it...”

[fckchristicn-archive-blog]

He’d slept a lot later then he intended and he was still struggling to break the sleepy haze that had overcome him as he wandered through the lobby to try and figure out what to do first. Eyes scanning the place, he sensed rather then saw somebody beside him and smirked. “Any suggestions as to what I should do first?”