Damien }} not one of us

[rachel marie sand]

OUTFIT

Rachel loved the beach. She missed it, the last few years they'd been pretty landlocked and she was glad to feel sand under her toes, the sun on her skin. She had her blond hair pulled up into a ponytail, but the wind had freed a few unruly wisps of hair.

Rachel hadn't felt the need to put anything on but her suit and it showed off her variety of tattoos. Her fairly new vine, the sun on her ankle and the star on the back of her neck. She liked how many heads turned to watch her. It was funny how different towns reacted to her, different types of people. It seemed to her most people around here were too rich and controlled. A girl with tats who could hold her alcohol was rare.

She had jogged here and left her sneakers and sock in the sand and dove into the sparkling surf. The cool water was invigorating and the sun was hot. She broke the surface with a laugh. This was the life.

[damien alexander fayhee]

He'd been working hard to keep himself distracted. Damien wasn't good at being alone after Abby's disappearance. It didn't really help much that people insisted upon questioning him about it. Sure, he'd done some stupid things. That didn't mean he was the sort of person to make someone disappear. Especially not someone like Abby. Someone who would be missed.

The day was beautiful, so he'd decided to let the sun, the sand, and the girls in bikinis distract him today. Wearing a basic, and rather boring, pair of swim trunks and flip flops, he headed for the beach. True, it wasn't all that far away from his house, but he had enough money to have a car that he liked to show off. So he'd needlessly driven to the beach. He hopped out of the car, taking care to lock it. Just because he could afford another one didn't mean he wanted it stolen. Not wanting to be bothered with the keys in the water, though, he hid them in a small magnetic box that stuck to the underside of the vehicle.

As he headed for the water, Damien let his eyes roam around the beach. A crooked grin spread across his face when he noticed a girl he hadn't seen before. He'd seen most of the people who lived in this town, so it was always exciting to see someone new. Determined to show off and get her attention as quickly as possible, Damien headed for the water, smoothly diving in before swimming up beside her. "Well aren't you a pretty one," he commented. What girl didn't like to hear that she was pretty? As far as he was concerned, it was a pretty safe bet that she'd flirt back.

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[rachel marie sand]

Rachel watched the car drive up and park, and the boy dive into the water. Perfectly normal. As was his appearance next to her. She chuckled lightly and gave him a smile. "Thanks sugah. You got a sweet ride." She said nodding to the car. Her accent always caught people, she loved watching them trying to figure it out. Rachel had lived everywhere in the continental US, so her mostly southern drawl was littered with all kinds of things.

The boy wasn't really her type, and she was starting to really wonder about Sampson, but what the hell. It was in her nature to get along with boys, and this one looked like he was interesting. More interesting than other people around here anyway.

"I'm Rachel," she told him.

[damien alexander fayhee]

Her accent caught him off guard. Sure, Damien had known that she wasn't from Richmond. But he couldn't quite place it. Fortunately, it took him all of about three seconds to decided that he liked the lilt of her words more than he cared where the accent had come from. "I could take you for a ride later... You know... if you want." He shrugged as if this was the most nonchalant thing he could have suggested. Really, though, accepting a ride in some guy's car was hardly an innocent thing, and most girls had figured that out by now.

He smiled at the easy offer of her name. Somehow, he'd thought he should have expected more challenge than that. "I'm Damien. Nice to meet you, Rachel." He could be polite when he wanted to. Especially if he thought it would get him somewhere.

ooc -- we should plot! i love plotting with you!! so you should get on aim or i should get on facebook or something...

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[rachel marie sand]

Rachel laughed. "Honey, I'm not that easy." She ran her fingers through her hair a little and looked at Damien. What now? She wasn't a slut, and the tom boy part of her (which was most of her) wanted to go check out his ride. The exterior, not the interior. She doubted he would see the distinction though.

"Charmed." She said after his introduction with a little nod of her head. Rachel studied him for a moment before noticing his tattoos for what they were. "Nice art." She said.