Tempt Me (Open)

[Jake Berdemeyer]

• YOU BETTER RUN, YOU BETTER TAKE COVER •

DO YOU COME FROM A LAND
- - - DOWN UNDER

Now this was just unfair—and Jake had the instinctive notion that someone was probably testing his will-power. Someone in a glass bubble hovering overhead most likely, waiting to see if he would resist and listen to his better judgment. There he stood on the beach, bare toes clenching into the luke-warm sand as he considered his options. Yes, it was completely unfair to place an abandoned dune-buggy on a section of the beach that was almost completely deserted in front of a thrill-seeking Australian. It was comparable to putting a beautiful princess in front of a depraved villain—did anyone really expect him to resist? It seemed a completely predictable event; it is a universal law that a villain without a beautiful princess will actively seek one to kidnap—similarly, putting a dangerous vehicle in front of Jake was a golden ticket to him going on a joy ride.

That excuse was more than good enough for him. Beaming that self-satisfied smile of his, he trotted over to the mechanical creature. The good-guy in him forced him to stop at the side though, craning his head to quickly shout, “Hey! This beauty belong to anyone?!” There was the part of him that hoped someone might magically materialize from beneath the sand and kindly tell him to get away from their craft, but none of course came. His voice was immediately covered by the sound of the waves. What was he expecting? It was a bit too cold for most tourists, and school was still in session for the locals—in fact, him finding anyone from the school here would be the last thing he wanted. If someone were to find him, that ‘someone’ would probably question why Jake was shirking his responsibilities.

He had skipped school frequently when he was in high school…and that carried over, now, to his teaching it. He didn’t think anyone would complain, after all. What student would moan about missing a day of class? No normal one. It was actually surprising to him that he hadn’t seen a single one of his students meandering about the beach as well, having come after realizing that class wasn't going to be happening.. He rationalized that the school may very well have placed a substitute in his absence.

Soon he was in the seat of the buggy, fingers practically twitching with anticipation. He studied the board for but a moment to understand its various mechanisms and functions. It was of standard make and quality—which meant that he knew exactly what he was dealing when he leaned down and began fiddling with the wires. Soon he had hot-wired the car into existence, the buggy thundering to life with a triumphant roar.

He shifted the gears with one hand. It’s go time! He thought to himself, right foot slamming on the gas and causing the buggy to instantly take off. With a whoop and a holler he soared across the largely flat terrain. The few bumps and crevices in the beach made the buggy hard to control—but that really just made it more fun.

His fun probably would have lasted for quite a while longer had it not been for his tendency to get distracted. While his head was turned towards the ocean, he turned back to where he was driving just a moment too late. He wasn’t quite sure what he was barreling towards at an incredibly fast speed, but what he was sure of was that it was quite an unmovable building. Which meant, by extension, that his buggy versus that building was going to equal a win for the building.

Placing pressure on the brake, and quickly jerking the steering wheel to the left, the car skidded on its side before finally, wham! The passenger side of the buggy slammed into the railing of the small building (which he now assumed was probably something set up for a life-guard…or maybe an old beach-hermit’s house). Luckily he had had enough skill to ease the impact, and if his consciousness and lack of bodily injuries was anything to go by, it hadn’t quite killed him.

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notes Hehehe. First post, and a goofy one to boot :}
It’s been a long time coming, intro posts just always take me so long.
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Music Land Down Under – Men At Work
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[Basil Holmes]

It was quite a nice day out, one Basil would ordinarily be spending in doors, shoving priceless knowledge into many adolescent heads. Unfortunately, "shoving" was the key word, as most thought his teaching methods were less than normal and indeed, quite scary.

So he enjoyed various disguises and loud noises, and perhaps the occasional loaded gun to demonstrate danger. At least he was realistic! Most teachers at this school taught useless skills, like how to present oneself in a polite manner and make good impressions. Those sort of skills came in life, not school. Basil never really saw the point in such mundane courses, despite, as it is, the academy housing several hundred teenagers with fictional characters residing in their bodies.

So perhaps some unconventional classes were in order, but not ones that portrayed such..boring and overall demeaning practices. Women needing to curtsy, children holding their tongue. Though Basil wasn't all that fond of either of those sorts of people (if children are people), individuals reserving themselves and withholding what they really want to say is, at most times, illogical.

But, that's only a teacher's opinion. And no matter how much he protests the unethical lesson plans of women and children, it seemed it was of no particular use.

But Basil digresses. At this point in time, he supposed he'd take a walk on the beach. It had been quite a long time since he allowed himself this much freedom, seeing as he was usually with Michael (or whatever) for hours into the evening. For once however, he wanted to test out what the boy had learned. It had been nearly half a year, after all, and if he hadn't managed to pick up even the basics in teaching a class, Basil wasn't so sure a teacher was his assistance's ideal career choice.

He supposed he could have stayed behind and observed, but that might have actually proven to be worse. When one's being monitored, they're more likely to fumble and make mistakes then if they're alone. As such, the teacher took a class off, choosing, of all places, the beach to spend his free time.

Despite the warm weather, the brunette brought his trademark trench coat with him. It was something of a keepsake, a safety blanket perhaps, that he often enjoyed the company of. His hands were kept comfortable in the front pockets, Chuck Taylour sneakers padding quietly on the sparkling sand. Closing his eyes, the man allowed the gentle ocean breeze to cascade through his body, blowing the hem of his coat from his body and causing his already mussed hair to twist itself more.

It was a peaceful moment, Basil could admit. No stumbling accidents, no irritating questions, no overly-endowed flirtatious women, and most of all, no loud noise--

And it just figured the one moment of quiet was the moment someone decided to crash their car. on the beach. of all places.

Basil didn't allow himself much time to feel annoyed however, before his heart raced in concern for the passengers. Taking off immediately, coat billowing behind him, the detective hurried towards the buggy.

It didn't appear as though it had been an actual crash, more or less a narrowly avoided one, but Basil was a helping person by nature. That's not to be confused with considerate and polite, however.

Shrugging off his coat, the man's somewhat lithe and admittedly skinny body was revealed despite the pinstriped suit covering it and, throwing the jacket onto the hood of the car, he stuck his head through the driver's open window.

"Quite a risky parking," he commented, lips twisting in distaste, "Just the same, are you alright?" His English accent was quite evident, having been out of breath from his sprint. Still, he couldn't deny his professional concern for the general public, even one as reckless and..increasingly very familiar man.

Ah, the Aussie.

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notesI FINALLY DID IT.

sorry for the suck.