(EVENT ONE) the ocean breathes salty !

[bellasantanarovens]

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---THE BEACH WAS COMMERCIALLY FUN.

[/size] when people thought of it they didn't think doomsday and despair. it was warmth, fun, yellow, sunburns, and deli meat sandwiches. granted, sunburns weren't fun, but they were a price people were willing to pay for the sand in their toes, the sun on their backs, and water everywhere else. even when plagued with rain and showers, it was still considere to be scenically romantic. and for once, bella actually agreed with the common cliche. she loved the beach, the ocean, the sights, sounds, smels... all of it. it wa extremely refreshing after the past few months. a day with the girls? how could he now want that? it was so mundane to her (though the choice of company would guarantee anything but mundane in every scenario), and it sounded more appealing than she'd ever thought it would at a different time in her life. yeah, if her life was always so simple, she'd be bored. and fast. but one day in a million? that was all she needed. all she asked for.

valkyrie, california was really starting to grow on isabella. despite all the crazy criminals conveniently statione in the picturesque, broken town, she liked it. for once she had allies/s] friends. it was going to take her a while to get used to that - friends.never would she have imagined how strange it would be to adjust to something as simple as friendship, but apparently that is what several years of isolation would do to you. but now? she basically hung out with the girls in any spare time she had. some of their outtings were a little disastrous, but oddly enough, bells had become fond of all this socializing. allie and maggie were her friends now. it seemed like valkyrie was the start of a new life, a more permanent and stable life. sure, the past was being thrown at her from all angles, but she could handle a few ghosts because right now she had a solid present to stand on.

regardless of everything though, bella genuinely liked valkyrie, she'd probably like it even if shehadn't met people and grown to like those people. it was nce to have a place to live, even if her apartment was particularly shabby, but she still liked it. it was funny how in her adolescence she lived in a mansion, a fairytale life. and now, here she was, living in a dingy apartment in the shaks of a earthquake stricken town. talk about a fall from grace, right? well bells was still content, happy even. she hadn't been able to say she was happy in a long time. it was all a carless facade, most of the time. ths isn't to say she never had happy moments, because she did over th past four years, but overall she was never totally at peace with her life. she liked this simplicity, this bonding. she was used to her act that she wasn't haunted by memories, and the act was becoming an act less and less. hanging out with maggie and allegra, with widow, it wasn't exactly doing anything to revive old memories. for that she was grateful, because despite the few things she missed, this life was more her speed. it was nice to finally meet those who could keep up.

it was nice to see maggie out and about, enjoying herself even. and then widow showed up with orion. "psh, there is no local talent. mags and i got this thing in the bag," she smirked when maggie spoke, "oh come on now, magdelena, when have we ever been known to play nice?" she looked around, spotting orion. mischeiviously she ganced at widow, well, why not give her a reason to be condescending. "hey orion!" she called out, waving like a madman before allie hopped into the circle, taking her attention. not being able to help herself, bella laughed a little about allie's intern problem. she practically wore the pants in tht entire hospital with her daringly strong personality. but the laughter stopped dead when allegra began to address her, "ph, no i'm not sur-" but she continued with the lectue. look at allegra, acting like the mommy of the bunch, "hey now, i don't just havea wet suit up my ass to use. and the first and second time wasn't my fault!" she mockingly pouted, "technically this is the only time its on my hands. plus, i like seeing you in action. it's a good excuse to visit." she grinned, raising her eyebrows. maybe she was adorable enough to get away with this.
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[samuel henry lockhart]

----HIS AGENT WAS ONLY LETTING HIM vacation in valkyrie as a way to still do some pr work. samuel lockhart, or by anyone else, sam, was in valkyrie california. most people thought because he was looking to help out in the hurricane relief. yeah, sure, that was a reason. he'd let them believe it was his only reason. his agent was also only letting him do this because sam was going to start filming a new movie that was going to be filming a half hour outside of valkyrie. he had nothing else going on, surprisingly, in his busy schedule. besides, he had been so busy the past few months promoting the last of his movies coming out, that he wanted a break. it was probably his first break where he wasn't filming something when he got on the crazy rollercoaster five years ago. but, his agent wasn't going to send sam down to just have fun on the beach. he sent sam's publicist down with him. gabrielle, who was here to also make sure he wasn't down here for just fun, got sam an interview at valkyrie's fishfry with the city's popular radio show. sam spent a lot of time in new york. so the brilliant california sun and beaches he sure did miss.

the other reason he was here was because he knew carly sutton was here too. here as in valkyrie. he wasn't being a creeper. he was here helping with the relief. for all he knew, she wasn't even here anymore. maybe she already left town. maybe she just checked on her family to see if they were ok, and then left again. what were the chances they'd run into each other again? well, in the back of his mind, sam was holding onto something. holding onto the idea that maybe he could see carly again and have it not be awkward. since sam last pretty much told her he wanted to get married, but she thought he was just joking. yeah, too bad he wasn't. he was in love with his best friend, and being in that position, he saw how much it sucked. so right now, he was living in one of the comfy suites at the inferno. renting out an apartment would have felt to 'permanent' to his agent, but by now sam was used to living his life through hotel rooms. unless he was in new york, where he had an apartment, and los angeles where he'd just stay at his parents' estate.

sam was twenty two years old. he was considered part of the 'young hollywood' scene. which basically meant he was young, good-looking, and talented for his age. sam was also one of those that absolutely loved his job. not just the acting part either. he loved everything surrounding the fame. not that he had a big ego or thought he was better than other people, but he believed the fans helped your career. so, sam always took time out to meet fans, sign autographs, and take pictures every time he could. he didn't hide from tmz or other paparazzi when they cornered him coming out of a restaurant. he talked to them, joked with them, and made conversation until he got to his car. it wasn't a lie when magazines and tabloids claimed that he was one of the nicest celebrities in hollywood. anyone that came in contact with him only could say nice things. he didn't have bad blood with anyone. before he even made it out of the car and started walking on the beach, he was saying hi to people and stopping for a few moments for pictures. gabrielle had to start ushering him through to the radio station's stand. even with sunglasses on, sam was recognizable, it also didn't help that he was getting attention from a small crowd.

he met the two radio djs who went by chris and rachel. they spent a few minutes chatting up while a worker from the station hooked up sam's microphone. gabrielle was running through her clipboard telling the djs what they can and can't ask, even though the can't ask section was barely long at all. "you ready?" rachel asked and sam nodded. a couple seconds of silenced followed and then chris started talking into the microphone. "hey, this is chris and rachel coming to you live from valkyrie's beach. and we have a special guest today here. actor sam lochart is here on the beach with us today. so sam, what brings you to valkyrie, california of all places?" sam didn't waste a beat before he started talking, "well, natural disasters are terrible tragedies, and i think the way people overcome the damage is by working together. i'm originally from los angeles which isn't too far from here. i think any help a city can get will really help with the coping process." "what are you doing to help valkyrie?" "my family and i are donating some money to the city on the reconstruction effort. later this week, i'll be helping out with clearing some of the streets that have rubble in it." rachel then asked, "you seem like a very busy young man, how are you finding time to help out?" sam chuckled a little bit, "right now, i'm actually on a break. for the first time in a long time. i'm about to start filming on a new movie shortly, but i just have some time right now to do my own thing." chris asked, "are you allowed to reveal anything right now about the movie?" sam shook his head, "ah i can't. i can say it is an action movie. but if i want to keep my job, then i need to keep my mouth shut." that's when he noticed in the mass crowd someone walking towards him. it was carly. she didn't seem him, but she was mulling through the group, surely going to walk by the radio station's booth. so, she was still in valkyrie. he automatically smiled, he couldn't help it. but he had to turn his attention back to the people asking him questions.

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STATUS, complete CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, fish fry - jan 2012 LYRICS, valencia CLOTHES, here TAGGED, carly probably? I SAY, =)
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[galeparker]

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---PERFECTION.

[/size] many people strive to obtain it, others simply desired it without an an attempt to achieve it because it was simply impossible. nobody was perfect, wasn't that the common phrase? nobody's perfect. gale parker was no exception to this particular statement. if anything, he was the opposite of perfect. he was a killer, a perpetually pissed off killer. no, he didn't do it for fun, or to innocent people. gale'd never killed an innocent person, thank god, because that would probably accunt him with the royally screwed. any green beret buddy he'd had who somehow killed an innocent by accident, well, it tore them up inside. those guys never forgave themselves, they still got emotional about it to this very day, and who could blame them? gale was glad he'd never been put into that place, but he still killed people. bad people, but people. that wasn't exactly a quality under the definition of "perfection" in the dictionary. equip a sodier with a gun and give him orders, however, and he'll follow them. gale did, and he didn't know many people who didn't. it was his job, and a lot of trouble could come from disobeying. treason, jail, all that good suff he hoped to never be accused with. this wasn't to say that gale's job was awful though, it wasn't as though he hated what he did, because he didn't. at all.

gale knew he wasn't doing wrong by killing people. they were atrocious, cold-blooded people, or as far as he knew. they typically shot at him first, and he had a feeling it wasn't just a simple misunderstanding. gale didn't regret hurting them, he even held a sort of pride from it. he was serving his country, a modern day protector of the united stated of america. he was a kight in shining armor towards some people, swapping his silver sword for metallic artillery. and then to other'she was the bane of their existence, a firebreathing hydra that eats hercules, or well, that was how he assumed they saw it. it was justiied killing though, wasn't it? gale knew there were people in the united states who did not approve of the military, their actions, or their wars, but there were people who supported them. it wasn't like vietnam where the veteran's were treated like the plague. soldiers were honored now, even if people disapproved of what they were doing. sometimes gale wondered if he deserved to be thanked and appreciated by strangers who saw him in uniform. he wasn't complaining, not at all, but it was a curious thought to consider, to put himself in the shoes of the others.

the killing wasn't even the worse part of his job though, not by a long shot. the worst part was seeig the dead people, not the dead enemy, but the dead friendlies. seeing his platoon members and friends shot right before his eyes, that was always hard. even if they were just injured. the thing was, he had to train himsef not to react, and that was hard. he needed to stay focused when he was in combat, gnoring the injured to take out the enemy.nobody could do that though, it was a theory, not one of the laws of physics. gale could remember plenty of time he'd stopped to help a fellow out and get him the hell out of dodge. and then he could remember even more times when he was oo late to help, or only on time really, but that one time and those many men... it still haunted him. he'd been told time and time again that you couldn't save everyone, and gale didn't. he knew that was true as well as anybody. he'd been in a situation where his entire platoon was killed. that wa the one experience where the majority of his nightmares originated from, but there were other things too.

like dead civilians, you never got used to seeing dead civilians... women, children. those alwasy stuck in his mind, those were the killings he sometimes had flashbacks about. it scared him, and he was eternally grateful that everybody he cared about was safe, or well, safer. but no matter what thre were bad people, he'd recently learned how violet came about to have rocco. she'd trusted him with it, and he nearly blew up with infuriation. it was better thn violet being... he couldn't even think it. that would ruin him if anything ever happened to her that would remove her from his life completely. violet was the one person he might guess was perfect. maybe not in the classic sense, but as in her flaws never even phased him, if she had any. the only real problem with her was that she was painfully oblivious to gale, or how he felt about her. in her defense, he wasn't exactly the most obvious, straight forward, blunt guy around when it came to those dastardly little things called emotions, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't handle the rejection or the awkwardness. he still loved rocco like he was his own family, and violet was still the best friend he had... there was no way he was going to screw it up over some feelings which weren't even returned in the first place.

"haha, sure," he agreed when vy mentioned him being good at the faux shooting game. it was relieving that his military career didn't freak her out, that she could handle the idea that he'd killed people before. he was sure she would be able to handle any of the things that haunted him too, but he wasn't about to dump all his problems on her, that wouldn't be fair, would it? he followed up rocco, ignoring the conversation violet was having with the carnie loon. it got under his skin a little when he heard the guy cal violet jealous, but he was just being friendly and charming, that was his job, he was supposed to do that. that's what gale continued to tell himself, at least. and then his eyes widened when he heard the word girlfriend. gale looked up at the dude, giving him a half crazy, hal embarrassed look, "what? no." he blurted out, "we're... we're just friends. that's all." he looks back at violet then towards rocco, "let's shoot these..." in any other circumstance he would have said bitches, "bad guys."/b] he sat up on a stool, one of the toy guns in his hands, and aimed, hitting the first target with precision that indicated military training, that or the fact it was just a stupid game. he finished out the game, closing off his surroundings and simply focusing on it. he was good at that, ignoring what he wanted to when he wanted to. and then a bell rang indicating a high score, "choose something, vy" he snorted, lookin back at her with a smirk. "how ya doin', rocky balboa?" he mumbled, looking over at rocco, "ready to hit some more of these game... things?"
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[violetta juliet giovanni]

----VIOLET LOOKED AT GALE WHEN HE SAID THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS. she reached up and rubbed his shoulder. "yup, just friends," she said with a smile. like she probably told him a thousand times before, she was so appreciative of his friendship. they way he interacted with rocco, how he didn't mind hanging out with them. he was such a great friends. rocco loved him, and she was glad rocco had someone like that to look up to. rocco really lucked out when it came to what solider he was going to be writing a letter to. violet looked back at the worker that was working the game they were at. he nodded and kept looking at her, but violet didn't think twice about it at first as she turned her attention to gale and rocco. when the game started, violet watched as gale didn't miss one. well, that's what military training got you. when she watched rocco, he was shooting decent for a kid his age, but also a kid that played video games all the time. he still wasn't as precise as gale. and not up to par for what luca would want his godson at. yeah, if luca saw him right now, he'd scoop rocco up and take him to a shooting range to help on his aim. something violet would probably never approve of. violet clapped her hands together when they two finished and a bell rang, signaling that gale got a high score. "choose something, vy" violet laughed, "haha really? anything for you, bud?" she asked rocco would put the gun down. he shook his head. "i hate stuffed animals. i'll pass. you pick something out mom. something real big!" as violet focused on all the stuffed animals hanging above her head she heard rocco tell gale that he was getting hungry and that he might want to try the fish.

"we'll go with that one," violet said and pointed to the gigantic stuffed lion. the guy took it down and handed it to her, which of course took her both her arms to hold it. "thanks, gale. i've never won anything from here before." she stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. she had never been to a real carnival before. maybe one with her cousins when she was twelve. but, ever since she had rocco it was hard to go out. she never really was asked out by guys anyway. "you said you were hungry?" she asked rocco. rocco nodded. "i want to try the fish. since you know, we are at a fish fry." violet nodded, "yes we are," they started walking away from the stand so the next people could play the game. "here," she said passing the lion off to gale. "i'll go get us some fish. you guys go find a seat. i'll find you guys in a minute." then violet took off towards one of the many food stands as rocco and gale went to find an empty picnic table.

rocco took this opportunity to corner gale. at first though, he walked slow with gale so until they came upon a picnic table. rocco sat down and gale put the lion down in the seat next to rocco, then took a seat on the other side. rocco had since grown out of his phase of stuffed animals but the fact that gale gave his prize to his mother only solidified rocco's assumptions. yeah, he was only ten, but he picked up on stuff. "you like my mom," he stated rather bluntly as he looked at gale. rocco intertwined his own fingers and placed them on the table very business-like. "i want her to like you too," he added in. rocco knew his mom went on dates with other guys. and there was no guy he liked better than gale. his mom must be blind because she never hung out with anyone more than gale. to rocco, everything could be perfect. he liked gale, gale liked him, gale liked his mom. the only thing that he needed to work on was his mom liking gale. "you have to ask her out on a date, gale. maybe then my mom will see just how awesome you are." the fact that even rocco saw how much gale liked her was saying a lot. how could his mom be so blind? he thought for sure she might pick up on something when the game worker asked if the two were dating. or when gale asked her to pick a prize. with the three of them walking around the beach together, they really did look like a family. rocco really liked that since as long as he could remember, it was just him and his mom. it made him smile thinking that some people probably thought that gale was his dad. his real dad. rocco looked behind him and saw his mom coming back with some food. "ok, here she comes. ask her. just do it," he demanded.

"ok, i got us something to drink, some fish, and some chips," violet said as he passed out everything to gale and rocco. she sat next to gale because the lion was next to rocco. "what were you guys talking about?" she asked as she opened her own can of pop. rocco looked over at gale. i guess they took too long at mustering up the words to tell her what they were saying because violet turned to gale. "oh hey, i was over there getting food for us and that guy from the shooting game came over and asked me out for some coffee." she took another sip from her pop, oblivious to the looks gale and rocco were exchanging. "i just don't know," she continued. "i mean, he seemed nice, right?"

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STATUS, complete CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, beach for the fish fry LYRICS, 'all those pretty lights" - andrew belle CLOTHES, here TAGGED, gale I SAY, lattteee but i got it out =)
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