Throw It All Away (Open)

[Sabastion Hare]

Warum nicht weiß ich, was ich bin?
(Why don’t I know who I Am?)
Ich zwinge diesen Hass in mein Herz,
(I force this hate into my heart)
weil es mein nur Freund ist
(Because it’s my only friend)

Somedays the sun was so bright that it seemed it's rays were there for cruel intentions. It would sting the eyes as well as the skin. It would beam down in an unforgiving manner. It would seem so cruel to some. Today was one of those days. The sun set high, pouring down not only it's light; but prooving it's strength to warm the earth. The sky was the bluest of blue. White puffy clouds teased the eyes against the thick blueness of the sky. A perfect day, if you will, to go to the beach.

Sabastion had never been a huge fan of the beach. He enjoyed a dip every now and then. But his fragile and pale German skin was not used to the beach. He was not a tanner. In fact, more often than not, he left the beach looking more like a lobster. But he awoke this morning and found that the heat was to cruel to stay away. So he decided, why not, and gave into the sun's cruelity.

The large shiny white Yukon that belonged to Sabastion bumped with base from the german music he blarred. As he pulled up to the beach there was no denying his entrance. He leaned back in the seat, one hand tightly on the wheel. He looked out his tinted window, admirring all the others that decided to come here today. But his attention was soon brought to the lack of parking spots. He had to squeeze his large vehicle in tightly. It made him extremely nervous. His car was his baby.

He pulled into the parking space with a sour face. Once he thought he was in well enough, he parked the car. He turned the keys and the music stopped. He placed the sunglasses over his deep green eyes. The sun hurt too bad to deal with. He opened the car door and stepped out. The smell of the salty ocean hit him immidiently.

Sabastion had on a bar of all black swimming drunks and a pair of sandals. Nothing more. He worked out a lot and had the body to show for it. His chest was rock hard. He had a very nice set of abs. His arms were muscular and his shoulders broad. He took pride in it; but pride not to be confused with cockiness. He worked damn hard for the body he had.

On his back between his shoulder blades, only visable due to the fact he wore no shirt, but the german word Familie. In english of course, that means family. The words were in old english looking letters. They were black and faded into red toward the bottom. Beneath it, in small black prints, was the german phrase ",ist über steuerpflichtigem." That however means, is over rated.

On the very center of the back of his neck was the large black body of a black widow spider. The legs were long and spinny looking. The spiders eight long legs protruded from it's body and stopped about the midpoint of the side of his neck. The eyes of the spider were extremely detailed. The spider was shaded to look like it was actually just an inch of the skin. It was a very artistic piece. It was a tattoo that had taken many hours and much thought and planning.

Sabastion had three tattoos total. The last was on his right forearm. In black letters it simply said Sabastion; his name of course. His dark brown hair was spiked up in a mowhawk. But not the type of "hey im a punk rocker look at me" mowhawk. It was well styled and looked more of a preppy mowhawk. Sabastion did dress preppy, so perhaps it was not an over statement.

His green eyes scanned the beach from behind black sunglasses. He reached into the car, grabbed sunscreen and an orange beach towel. He closed the door and clicked the button to lock up the car. He looked at the space for a moment that his car was parked in, then turned. He headed toward the beach. Upon reaching it he spread out his towel and sat down on it. He bite the metal tongue ring in his mouth and pulled it to his lips. He twirled it along his lips as he looked around. Normally, he would have brought a few friends. Everyone seemed to be too busy today, so he came alone. [/size][/color]

[blake taylor]

<sub>Blake pushed off her bed with a sigh. Walking around her room she turned her music off then turned around again, tucking some of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She was bored out of her mind and needed something to do. Licking her lips she moved over to her closet and opened it up, not really sure what she was looking for. Then her eyes fell on her red bathing suit and a small grin came to her glossed lips.

Of course! The beach. Her favorite place to be. Stripping her clothes off and puling her red bikini on, she then placed a baby blue tank top on as well as some shorts over her bikini. Heading for one of the closets she grabbed a large beach towel. Collecting sunscreen, sunglasses, a cooler with food and drinks in it and then heading out and grabbing her surf board before she made her way down to the beach.

Once there she saw the beach bustling with people, kids, dogs, everyone. Could she blame them it was one of those perfect days, then again they were in California a place she absolutely loved. She never wanted to leave california, well sure she wanted to visit places, but as for living anywhere else, that was not an option. She just hoped her father never found them, shed already move here from L.A., and she hated moving. She would rather cut her hair off and dye it or something in order to change her looks rather then move to some place else.

Finding a spot she propped her board in the sand then layed her towel on the sand, setting the other things down as well she stood back up and closed her eyes taking a deep breath of the salty air. She loved this smell it was her favorite, the feel of the water in the air, the warmth, the sand all of it was like heaven. Sitting down she pulled her suntan lotion out and proceeded to rub it over her arms and legs. She had a few visable tatoos, one being an anklet on her right ankle, another being a navy blue star on top of her left foot. The last was just below her waist on her lower right side back. It was of a blue butterfly. She moved over the back of her shoulders, trying to get the rest of her back, but of course she wasnt able to get there. She looked around to see if maybe someone was nearby that she could ask to put the lotion on her back. She didnt think that maybe it would be wierd, it was a necessity theyd understand. Besides it wasnt like this was something new when going to a beach.

Reaching over she placed her sunglasses on to block from the bright sun that bounced off the light sand. She then saw a guy walked onto the beach. She bit her lip a bit and then shrugged to herself. ”scuse me’ she said hoping to get his attention. “I was wondering if you could maybe help me out…”she asked holding up the suntan lotion and then pointing to her back, giving him a friendly smile.</sub>

[Sabastion Hare]

Sabastion stared at the ocean. He watched as the waves crashed up and down. He pulled of his sunglasses. He blinked sharply at the sun's extreme rays. Sabastion had amazing eyes. More than likely it was one of his best features. They were very dark green around the edges and got lighter and lighter as they moved toward the pupil. The sun made his eyes sparkle, much like it did everyones. He blinked a couple of times then put the dark sunglasses back on.

While twisting his tongue ring between his lips, a voice caught his attention. Excuse me, can you help me? His eyes darted quickly over to a girl in a red bikini. He pulled his tongue ring in his mouth as he gazed at her. She heald tanning lotion out to him. He found it odd and could not help but raise an eyebrow at her. But Sabastion was not one to be rude. He reached out and grabbed the lotion. He stood to his feet.

Sabastion made his way over to the girl. She was a pretty girl. A little averge for him but he did not mind. He kneeled down behind her and opened the bottle. He squirted some into his hands and rubbed it together to warm it.

"No problem." He said. His voice was deep and dark. He had a german accent. He had moved here from Germany only two years ago. His accent was thick and still fresh. Though with only two words hard to identify.

Sabastion's large hands worked the lotion onto the girls back. He moved his hands gently and smoothly along her back. He tried his best to be professional about it. He tried to not touch her in the wrong spots, or the wrong way. After all he did not know this girl. He did not want to be acused of violating her. After a minute or so, he checked to make sure he back was covered.

"There you go." He said and closed the bottle. He handed it back to her and whipped his hands on his towel. "I am Sabastion. Who are you?" He said, his voice a bit curious. But it did not change tone much. He looked down and noticed the star on her foot. He digged a girl that had tattoos. It gave them a little extra something. But he was one for the preppy girls aswell.

He sat back down on his towel. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his forearms on his knees. He gave her half a smile. He had braces when he was younger so his teeth were perfectly straight, not to mention white. He looked at her waiting for a response.

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