Whites led the way down to the lake with his merry band of "bitches". Bitches in quotes, of course, because it was just a saying, they were in no way his, and they were not dogs either! So the quotes. It was a wonderful day outside, and his mood just kept getting better and better. Sure, Micha had called him stupid, and Layne had given him some looks that lasted for entire sentences, but Micha had also said she liked him. He understood it was mostly in the same no homo way that Layne liked him (no bromo) but it was still nice to be liked. This weird tension with Leon (ho nomo) had gotten him down, lately, but today he was just happy. Maybe he'd go tell Leon how he really felt later (on omoh) after they were done swimming. Weren't you supposed to wait like half an hour before swimming? Oh well, it wasn't like they were about to endurance swim... Or were they?
When they reached the beach, him in front, bitches in the back, he stood, staring at the beautiful shimmering of the lake. It was amazing, and only slightly radioactive!tm He was waking up, he felt in his bones, enough to make his systems blow.
"Welcome to the new age!" He said, still standing, hands on his hips, staring across the lake.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 2, 2013 2:39:25 GMT -5
She'd long ago deduced that Whites was probably high on drugs of some kind, so it was easy to ignore him when he started spouting off about something or other the minute they reached the lake. Calmly, she moved past him, only turning back to make sure Larkin had kept pace with them.
Micha looked to the lake, then back to her friends. Her mouth quirked in a semi-frown. "But we don't have swimming suits...?"
Wait, they had magic. That was what magic was for, right? Hmm. Back home, whenever they'd had a rare heat wave, she would just strip down to her underwear and jump in the local river along with her little gang of boy friends. Not boyfriends, boy SPACE friends. She'd been a lot younger then, so it hadn't been a problem.
Fuck it. The Slytherin looked to her rainbow-headed cohort, leaving all that deciding bullshit up to her. If Layne magicked herself a nice swimsuit, Micha would do the same, and if Layne stripped down, Micha would do the same. Fuck whatever Whites did.
Yeah, that sounded good. What a strange day this was turning out to be.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 3, 2013 19:10:35 GMT -5
Shit, Layne thought to herself as she got to the lake, I'm still in my pajamas.
Ah well, fuck it.
It wasn't like she actually gave a damn. She could have had her wand out in a second to transform her sleepwear into a bathing suit, but she kinda liked these pjs.
Instead, she stripped down until she was only in her panties and the tank top she'd been wearing to sleep in. For once she was kinda glad she didn't actually have any tits. Nothing indecent about this at all.
"Fuck yeah!" she shouted as she ran full tilt down a fat ass log that poked out into the water. She hoped that Micha liked the little pink stars that dotted her ass. At the end of the log, she flung herself into the surprisingly cold water.
"What're you fuckers waiting for? Get your asses in here!"
In a blur of skin and panties (little pink stars, Whites noted, jotting it into his mental diary) Layne F. Larkin was way the fuck ahead of him, already in the water. Whites, not one to be beat, leapt immediately into his own transformation sequence.
Brilliant, dazzling light erupted simultaneous from him and into him, causing the entire world to view him simply as a silhouette. Slowly, he came back into view, as he floated in the sky, arms outstretched. Particular attention was paid to his legs as his pants magically seperated and flew away from him, and thought he had no shirt on, there was an odd moment where his chest was particularly prominent, obscured only by a thin ribbon of light. His eyes closed and his mouth in a tight lipped, knowing smile, he continued to float passively as his hair suddenly erupted into a fountain of pink. Ribbon flew out from his new hair, wrapping his chest and his groin in pretty bows, and it felt like trance music was shaking the entire world below him. Finally, he gracefully landed back on earth, balancing on one toe on the very surface of the water before striking an action pose.
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Alright, so what happened was he tried to run towards the water, while at the same time pulling his pants off. (Apologies, ladies, but he had boxers on.) One pant leg caught on a stray branch from Layne's log, causing him to trip completely out of his pants and land face first into the water in a painfully shallow area.
Bubbles erupted around where his head was floating in the water, and if one listened very closely, you could hear him saying something about protecting the world with the injustice of the moon.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 5, 2013 0:50:39 GMT -5
It was one thing to think about stripping down for an early morning swim, it was quite another to actually see someone do it. Micha closed her mouth tightly, trying very, very hard not to stare as Layne ditched her clothing and pitched herself into the water.
Were those stars on her panties? Yeah, either stars or little pink polka dots and either way that was surprisingly cute for Layne F. Larkin. Privately, she had expected undergarments that had screamed curse words, or something.
Then Whites went off. Micha made a face, but she couldn't help looking anyway. So he was a boxers man, hmm? She had no idea why that should be important, but if she had learned anything from extensive time spent among her fellow gender (Beaubaxtons, anyone?), it was that there was a difference between boys who wore briefs and boys who wore boxers. What that difference was, she had no idea. Anyway, who cared? This was Whites she was thinking about here -- Whites, who had basically just belly-flopped into the water and was currently drowning, or something.
Instead of going to save him, Micha delicately kicked aside her shoes. Neatly, she unbuttoned her shirt, looked at it, and then dropped it on the ground next to Layne's clothing. Her undershirt went next because, unlike Larkin, she had worn an actual bra that morning. Well, a sort of bra. So maybe she was still on her training bra, so what? To the casual eye, it looked like a sports bra. Those were normal, weren't they? The skirt went next, and then, like it was something she did everyday, Micha crossed her arms across her flat chest -- already starting to dimple with goosebumps -- and walked down the log Layne had chosen as their personal diving board (or something).
Unlike her Slytherin cohort, Micha's panties were plain and black with only a small bow on the front as any sort of decoration. Really, though, black was pretty sexy for her, considering she'd only worn white underwear until she'd met Layne.
Anyway, without any further ado, Micha jumped into the lake, a move she regretted the second she made contact with the actual water itself.
"Cold!" she squeaked, bouncing closer to Layne. Briskly, she rubbed at her arms and tried to keep moving. Maybe they really should have waited until later..... nahhh. In some way, she was sure this was totally fun.
Last Edit: Jun 5, 2013 0:52:50 GMT -5 by Micha Volkov
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