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“Come on. You’ve got to stay still,” Rowan said with a huff as she pulled the polaroid out of the old camera. She set it down on the table in front of her, waiting for it to develop. “You offered to model for me. I thought you’d be good.” She picked up the picture, shaking her head as she looked at it. “See?” she said, flipping it and showing it to the other. “It’s blurry.”
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( @wellcliffstarters ) finally recovered from a bad cold, tessa enjoyed the sun beaming down on her skin as the sound of waves lulled her to a state of bliss. she had chosen a relatively isolated spot on the beach, but that had been a couple of hours ago. she could hear the beach crowding up a bit, and well– she knew there were more people because a volleyball hit her smack on the face. “ow! oh my god–” she cried out.
Location: WellCliff Beach Status: Open @wellcliffstarters
“Okay, I might have missed out on the bonfires lately, but there’s no reason we can’t still do smores. We can do another bonfire. Tonight. If you want.”
“word to the wise…while the themed drink ‘the dick sucker’ might sound appealing…it’s fucking nasty. i can taste the rainbow and it’s not…great.” despite himself he, took another sip, making a face before handing it to the other, “here. wanna try?” he plucked a straw and placed it in the drink. june was easily his favorite month of year. pride was his favorite. the only time he seemed to really let loose.
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“is it bad that i replaced his lube with hot sauce or did i overreact just a little?”
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“—huh? What do you mean it’s not yet Christmas?” Kari asked as she held her 6th bottle of beer. “Everyday is Christmas. Christmas lives in us. There have been studies about Christmas being everyday. You can’t contradict that. And no, I’m not drunk.” @wellcliffstarters
“why does everyone always say no to my ideas?” teddy rolls his eyes and throws his hands out beside him. “it’s always, no teddy that’s dangerous, or, no teddy that’s illegal. everything that’s fun in life is dangerous and illegal! everyone’s so goddamn boring.” @wellcliffstarters
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noah was no stranger to running on the beach at night. he saw it as a perk of living so close to the coast, so far removed from being inland and feeling trapped. what doesn’t always come easy on no sleep is running on sand, the slippery surface moving more than he could account for. he hit the ground with a soft thud, rolling so he was on his back and looking back up at the stars. and, as luck would have it, another person. “it’s all good, i am no stranger to busting ass.” he laughed, shaking the sand out of his hair as he sat up.
"okay, but avril was definitely replaced by a clone and the moon landing video was in a studio. you can’t disprove that, it’s just facts, dude.” chuck shrugs before taking a sip of her extra large blue slushie. sugar and conspiracy theories come together in a beautiful way and chuck stands by that. “ooh and the chuck e cheese pizza thing has to be true. not one pizza on the entire plant would look that fucked up. i never trusted that damn rat to begin with.” @wellcliffstarters
settler’s point was a great place for bj to park her skoolie. it gave her a great view, lots of people surrounding her - and it was the only beachy location that allowed parking big enough for school busses without having to pay for overnight. it would do for now. when she woke up, she was already excited to see what the small town had in store. with her roller skates strapped to her feet, bj slowly climbed down from the school bus’ emergency door at the back, easing onto her feet slowly while barking out a cheery “good morning, wellcliff!” as she did so. she spun around to close and lock before skating over to a perfect stranger, “hi! you know any good breakfast places around here?” @wellcliffstarters
There’s a long list of things Aidan loves about her job at Sparky’s–the laidback environment, picking up on all the town gossip, getting to give entitled drunk men a piece of her mind when necessary–the list goes on. But probably her favorite thing is getting the cooks to give her baskets of delicious, perfectly golden french fries to eat behind the bar practically every shift. It may seem like a small thing, but she’s tried many a french fry in her day, and none of them compare to Sparky’s. It’s a weekday and still pretty early, so the bar is slow except for a few regulars who are already taken care of, and Aidan finds herself munching on the fried delicacy while queueing up some songs for the night. She’s so distracted by the taste and the music that she doesn’t realize the person walking into the bar until they’re seated right in front of her. “Oh sh–,” the bartender starts, swallowing and standing up straight from her position leaning against the bar. “Sorry, didn’t hear you come in.” She chuckles to herself and runs a hand through her short hair. “Can I get you started with something? I can definitely recommend the fries.”
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After her morning at the studio, Ruby was getting ready to head out and go about her day. It was mid afternoon by now, her radio show having just gone off the air about thirty minutes ago, and she’d taken her time saying goodbye to her coworkers before walking out the door. She loved her job more than anything in the world, getting to co-host a show on her favorite station, the one she’d listened to since she moved to Wellcliff as a teenager. It always seemed to good to be true, but that was her life and she was thankful for it.
As she walked down the sidewalk with her bag slung over her shoulder, Ruby hummed along to the music playing from her headphones, going in the direction of Bean There, Done That to get herself a coffee. Her attention wasn’t fully on her surroundings, though, because she was focused on her music - until she ran directly into someone. “Shit,” She said softly, stumbling back a couple of steps before pulling her headphones off her ears and putting them around her neck. “Sorry about that. Are you alright?”
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“Really?” Isaac asked, intrigued. “That’s your thing of choice. Huh. I’m surprised. I’m genuinely surprised.”
Location: Hot Dog Stand, The Boardwalk Status: Open
“You’d think someone would have brought corndogs around here,” he said, looking at the hot dog stand. For some reason, he thought back to a trip to the Santa Monica Pier, something that took place when he was about thirteen and his dad had thought that a road trip to Los Angeles would be a good time. There was an old corn dog stand somewhere at Venice Beach that his father had insisted on visiting. “But I guess… people aren’t into corndogs here?”
“All I’m saying is, it literally took me 23 years to realize that salt and pepper didn’t make paprika.” Cade fired back to seemingly no one in particular as he leaned against the fence blocking off the boardwalk from the rest of the beach. “Blue’s Clue’s is either out here lying to children about how it’s made or the Mr. and Mrs. have some additional explaining to do.” He added before he recognized the strange look he was receiving from the other person who was sitting a few feet away on one of the benches. He made a motion to try and explain that he had an air pod in and that he wasn’t a complete lunatic sitting on the boardwalk talking to himself about, but that didn’t do him much good when all of a sudden it was falling out of his ear and into the sand below. “Shit!” He exclaimed the frustration thick in his voice as he glanced over and contemplated the drop, down to the sand. “Quick initial thoughts, too high up to jump over or should I make the long trek along the beach?”
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// @wellcliffstarters | 5pm @ the bonfire
ruby speaks into the mic of his station calling out to the crowd and listeners at home, “i’m your host, ruby gould, and things at the bonfire are already starting to heat up wellcliff… if you’re not here then you are definitely being a square,” he winks at the crowd, making his sound board play a sad trumpet noise. “so, get your behind down to the beach and show us your best movies. WAVES 8.38 is hosting a dance contest in an hour for anyone who thinks they can bring it to the table. the prize? i’m glad you asked… it’s a basket put together by some of the small shops here in town. looks like we’ve got some local cheeses, a bouquet, a certificate to sparky’s worth thirty-bucks, and a chance to meet yours truly and get a station tour,” he finishes the announcement with a charming smirk. “well, until six pm, my friends, it’s all music, no ads sponsored by sparky’s. see you soon,” he takes off his headphones, passing them off to his stand in for making sure the booth is maintained and who is queuing up the pop hits. his first stop is the bar.
Come on it’s tradition. Yeah of a place that he had left behind. Fuck as a teenager John enjoyed the bonfire, after all what not to like, an evening on the beach, the chance to sneak out with his friends, staying up until way too late (and of course stealing some booze when the ‘grown ups’ weren’t looking). Now though.
Well, It just felt awkward. He had been away for too long and while sure he could recognize a few faces, most of them were blanks, people he hadn’t seen since he was a boy or worse, people that he actually didn’t want to see him or vice versa, not after news of his screw ups reached town.
Yet there he was, a plastic cup in his hand, away from the main crowd, staring at the ocean. Steps. Looks like he was no longer allowed the luxury of being on his own. Whatever. It was not like socializing a little would kill him right?
“Hey” he turned to face the newcomer. “If you were planning to use this spot for brooding, I’m sorry, but it’s already taken.” He chuckled.
“Hey. Hey. Hey. I’m joking, you can stay… by the way, it has been a while am I right?
“How have you been?”
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