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Pool Party
by Tidus Zanarkand (blitzyourass)
at August 26th, 2006 (01:15 am)




Who: Everyone
Where: Tidus' house
When: Friday evening, approximately 7 PM
What: A pool party.


The Victorian house was on 476 Beechwood crescent, a normal neighbourhood by normal standards, and was relatively quiet with only a few kids living around the area.



( Okay...so I got a little lazy with describing...>.> I dub this Tidus' house. )

And decided to be really lazy all the way...


( Here's the pool... )

(And I couldn't find a non-stuffy "interior" for the house, so you'll just have to make due with my tacky descriptions. XP )

There is one large living room to the right of the front doors, with the complete set of couches, black leather, and each one has a couple of pillows including a thin pale beige blanket draped over. The entertainment center is at one corner, facing the couches, and the fireplace is between the two larger couches. There's a beanie chair near the coffee table, and a rug overtop of the beechwood flooring. The fireplace has a collection of photos, mostly of Tidus and his games, and one recent family photo. Behind the largest of the couches was the bayview window with pale cream curtains drawn to the side.

To the left of the front doors is the stairway to the second floor. There are 4 bedrooms up here, one a guest room, another the master bedroom, next to it the work room, and the one closer to the stairs was Tidus' room. Tidus' room is a mixture of blue and yellow, with posters of his favourite soccer teams on his walls, and a motorcycle calendar on the inside of the door. His window is large, and shows the backyard, where the pool could be seen.

His parent's bedroom is off-limits. ( X3 )

The washroom looks partially Victorian inspired. There's a basement leading to the pool, and the game's room is in the basement. Another washroom is in the basement too.

( That's it for describing...o_o Tidus is showering. Feel free to come in and sit around in the living room. XO )

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Posted by: Saix Hustin (berserker_vii)
Posted at: August 26th, 2006 04:42 am (UTC)

Saix shrugged. "No," he said flatly. "I guess I never had time. Always had schoolwork, kendo class, or work," he said, shrugging his shoulder, golden eyes fixed on watching the sky change colors. It wasn't like his father would have approved of such a relationship anyways unless he had picked out the girl, and all the ones he DID pick were bimbos with no more sense than a grape. In fact, that was insulting the grape.

Posted by: Demyx Shankar (sonataofwater)
Posted at: August 26th, 2006 04:54 am (UTC)
wherestherum

"Yea.. i know that feeling. It feels like all i do is practice." He laughed, thinking about what his private teacher always told him. "Practice practice practice... If you wanna be someone, you gotta practice."

Demyx groaned at the thought of his voice. Sometimes it grew on his nerves. He rarely got out, and when he did it was always related to music. Gigs, recitals, concerts, rehearsals... He never had time for anyone or anything else.

Hell! His best friend so far was his teacher!

"I need to get a life or something..." He closed his eyes and sighed once again. Why couldn't he be more social like everyone else. He then realized he had been talking alot. Saix probably didn't care.

"Sorry...sometimes i forget i am talking. Don't mind me." He mumbled.

Posted by: Saix Hustin (berserker_vii)
Posted at: August 26th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC)

Saix shrugged. "S'okay," he replied, picking at the seam of his shirt, which read 'My Homeboy Can Kick Your Homeboy's Ass'. He forgot where he had gotten it, but it annoyed his dad and that was all that mattered.

It was odd. Demyx hadn't gotten on his nerves yet. Well, neither had Tidus when they had hung out - at least not as much as most people did. In fact, he'd have to say he didn't MIND hanging with Tidus, which was strange, and he had the same sort of feeling with this Demyx guy. Hn. Might as well run with it.

"You said gigs?" he said, diving further in.

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