That Psychedelic Sunshine

[Denali Evelin]

Denali

The blistering sunshine pored over the beach, burning every soul it laid its angry rays upon. It burned the sharp and raw edges of a young hole in the heart that silently beat its solo audition. The edges were cold but not as that great psychedelic sunshine seared them; it was warm almost a comforting feeling to the drunk wasted being that walked in the afternoon. A small bit of love crept its way into the prison, with a mix of the bitter vodka that ran through her veins. Dane truly had too much blood in her alcohol system.
Denali felt as though she too fell in the great presapus, did even she forget what it was like to be drunk? And why would just four Bloody Marys affect her so badly? The sweat poured down her face and seemed to form a cold chalky mask on her tired profile. Even her needle point red spikes drooped with her stance.
Somewhere in the distance a dog cried its horrid depressed cries. It advanced into its sinister high pitched pleads. Perhaps it too was drunk and needed a hand under this great psychedelic sunshine? No not a chance. She fell agenst the cool malleable sand. It caressed her and held her from her sins. What sins, Dane refused to understand? Sighing she let the salty waved hit her feet progressing to her shins and then her thighs.
Maybe somebody would come and find her asleep, find her falling so even in the sweet daytime stars dominated the dark sky’s. Dane was bitter because the apple of her soul was sucked dry by selfish mouths and the rotting core left to melt under the psychedelic sunshine.
Thread Location- The Beach
Characters Involved- Dane for now
Date- Feb. 7
Time- 4:15pm
Weather- Sunny/hot, slight breeze, like Summer
Information- Dane is uber drunk from The Bubbling Bronze

[* chestah!]

jordan lane

I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye
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[Denali Evelin]

Denali

Denali lay caught in a dream. Somber, sober, slumbering upon a hot beach. But being drunk mean her heart was rid of mortal fright, her soul was filled with crystal light, intoxicating her and eating her brain away. But perhaps in a way it inspired her, distance was no longer a meaning nor a desideratum.
Again the dog barked but this time near. Deep and unforgiving pleads; it made the piece of organ, more emotion than such ach and bleed.
Something slid across Dane’s face. It tasted oceanic and slimy. Dear, was she drowning? Panic, she could die right here! Inerter in her death bed yet so young and nieve. Dane desperately swatted at the being and moaned viciously. Shaking she screamed, but no words emit. It slid across her face once more, this time falling into her wide orange mouth. Was it that same drunk dog? It found her and finally they could exchange.
Her blue optics fluttered open and rolled into the back of head. Denali saw it again, but in the form of something that she remembered faintly. He panted and cast a soothing shadow over her, cooling her moist silhouette. Help, a human?
Dyl…Dylan? Ah precious Bob Dylan cast me away, those luscious brown locks, your tight pants. Dane sang then gave a tired smile and opened her dilated eyes to see, not a Bob Dylan but still a beautiful sight.
Ohh eh, her head fell into the soggy sand and curling into a ball she ignored the man and the drunk dog.

[(ALEX)]

TODAY WAS A STRANGE DAY, yes, it was a strange day in that the sun was beating down at well over one hundred degrees, was it? It was hot, blazing hot, the rays of heat simmering down upon sunbathers stretched out on their beach towels, fanning their perspiring faces and taking constant sips from their warming beverages. Sonja hadn't been to a beach, ever, in her whole nineteen years of living. It just wasn't what people stuck in Nevada did. So this was a strange experience, especially since Sonja was alone and vulnerable, and standing quite awkwardly on a sand dune overlooking the scene of a girl behaving quite strangely in the tide. The waves consumed her every so often and Sonja took notice of her delayed response of rolling back and forth. That's when Sonja raised a hand to her mouth and giggled, for some times she was quite immature when it came down to the most serious of situations. Sonja wasn't laughing at the possibility of the girl drowning, no, because that would be quite morbid. In fact, she was simply amused by her behavior, that's all. She decided to keep an eye on the girl, just in case, but it seemed as if a man and his dog had already taken up that role.

Sonja, beach towel thrown over her shoulders and partly-frozen water bottle tucked between her ribcage and the underside of her arm, walked across the sand feeling quite unsure and nowhere near as giggly as she had been just a moment earlier. Locating a spot on the sand to lay out, Sonja spread out her towel and sat down promptly, rubbing her arms uncomfortably as she realized she was in fact very, very alone. Her gaze flickered back and forth over the couples, families, and friends diving into the surf and laughing with each other on their beach towels, the dogs and their owners walking briskly through the water lapping over the bridges of their feet. Sonja, however, sat by herself. Quiet and observant.

A Frisbee suddenly landed at her toes, and Sonja was quick to glance around before grabbing the disc and handing it back to its owner. She kept her eyes lowered, for there wasn't much point in looking up as the sun would have practically blinded her. Sonja adjusted her bathing suit top, black with multi-colored skulls, and fell back against the towel once the person walked away. Held captive to the sun's grip, Sonja felt herself become sleepy. The heat always tended to do that, and lack of sleep was sure to catch up with her anyway. Sure enough, her eyes began to slowly, slowly, slowly... creep their way shut.

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