justabrick
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It was known to the people of Bailleyton as "the cave". To anyone outside the village, it was simply unknown. On the outskirts of the beach, over several large rocks, past the breaking waves at high tide, and up the cliff a bit, and you're there. The cave presented a kind of alternate society for the people of the village. More accurately, The norms of society melted away, in the cave's quiet solitude. Here, in the flickering reflection of the sun off the water, or candles adorning the rock walls, age, social status, and outside affiliations didn't matter. It was a place for people to be themselves.
http://theselittlemoments.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/chris_meloni_3.jpg?w=490&h=389
It was here that Rick Scott, 36-year-old science teacher at Bailleyton High found himself, shirtless, musing alone on a Saturday afternoon. Rick found he did his best thinking here, and always enjoyed the company of others. Between the gentle crashes of the waves, he heard someone climbing the rocks, on their way to the cave. Sleepily, he raised his head.
(OOC: This is open to anyone and everyone! Its a bit experimental, so I just ask that you put some thought into it, write carefully, and stick with it.)
http://theselittlemoments.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/chris_meloni_3.jpg?w=490&h=389
It was here that Rick Scott, 36-year-old science teacher at Bailleyton High found himself, shirtless, musing alone on a Saturday afternoon. Rick found he did his best thinking here, and always enjoyed the company of others. Between the gentle crashes of the waves, he heard someone climbing the rocks, on their way to the cave. Sleepily, he raised his head.
(OOC: This is open to anyone and everyone! Its a bit experimental, so I just ask that you put some thought into it, write carefully, and stick with it.)