#wmuevent

[rorydflanagan]

Waking up from a nap, the sounds of waves crashing caused a smile to appear across the Irishman’s lips. After a good stretch, Rory immediately got changed into some swim trunks and a button down shirt. Grabbing his sunglasses and other essential items, he made his way out of the hut and onto the sand.

“Nothing like the sun on your face,” he said, fixing the open button down shirt on his frame. Adjusting the sunglasses onto his face, feet started carrying him across the sand, just wanting to go for a walk.

[wmumase]

Mason was working in one of the sound studios when the blackout hit, cutting all of his progress short in one fell swoop. Mason rarely got mad - rarely ever rose his voice or swore, but the string of expletives that came out of him as the realization set in was lengthy. One of his project partners urged him that they had to head to the gymnasium, Mason's head hanging low.

He made his way into the place and let out a huff, his disappointment clear on his face if it could be seen in the light of flashlights. He made his way over to where the blankets sat and grabbed himself one, bundling up and seemingly trying to hide himself amongst the crowd. Something quite difficult to do when you were 6'4. He made his way over to a wall and slid himself down it, allowing himself to sulk.

[rorydflanagan]

rdflanagan: maybe all I do is fly nowadays. at least this time it’s good company and to Mexico