Is your heart still beating? (Zepp)

[BOSTON THOMAS SULLIVAN]

Although it was already late summer in White Boat, there was the occasional hot day. Boston took the opportunity to go to the beach, where he could relax and watch people enjoy themselves. When it was sunset, he planned to play some guitar to finish of the day. He took a small, yet durable blanket to the beach and laid it down onto the sand, close to the lifeguard's stand. In his other hand, a rather old acoustic guitar.

Looking at his watch, it was a few hours until sunset. Boston slipped on a pair of sun glasses and leaned back unto his elbows. A couple holding hands skipped across in front of him. Several kids were hustled out of the water by tired parents. The sun warmed his face glorously and he knew that he had made the right desicion coming here.

Several people around him were packing their things, which was good. It left Boston nearly alone at the beach, so he was free to rock out. He peered over to the lifeguard to find the teen sleeping. Typical... Boston scoffed, shook his head once and continued to people watch. The kids here had a bad reputation of being spoiled bratts and took everything for granted. Although that probably wasn't the case, Boston couldn't help but judge them.

(OOC: I figure that they would already know each other, and be like, "Oh hey, buddy!" I just wanna skip awkward introductions xD and sorry its so short!)

[DAVID 'ZEPPELIN' MATTHEWS]

Zeppelin was having one of those days when you just couldn’t be bothered doing anything productive. He had so much cleaning to do around the house, and he probably should have done some grocery shopping, and maybe he should have written a song or two but thus far, he had just got up and dressed and set out into the town with no goal and no destination in mind. He had wandered through the park and down the streets, he’d explored every corner of the town that he could find and now he had found himself on the beach.

Rachel had always described Zeppelin’s walk as a mixture between a lope and an amble – a lamble if you will. He was one of those people who was always so chilled out that he looked like he could fall asleep at any moment. Zepp’s walk didn’t exactly work on the beach as he stepped too heavily on the sand and sank down into it and it took him a couple of extra seconds per step in order to disengage himself from the soft white grains.

Midway along the beach Zeppelin paused and gathered his long hair together and twisted it around itself so it was knotted at the base of his neck. He didn’t have any hair bobbles or elastic bands with him so he just left it like that to fall out steadily as it always did. He continued to pace along the beach when he noticed a familiar face basking in the sun – Boston Sullivan.

Zeppelin raced over to the water, stealthily as he could with his heavy feet, and gathered a handful of salt water. He ran back up the beach and stood behind Boston, dripping a couple of the salty drops into his head before announcing himself, “Hey man, how’s it going?” He asked before parting his hands and allowing the rest of the water – which wasn’t much due to Zeppelin’s terrible carrying techniques – to fall on his friends head.

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