Lilikoi Boy!

[bawlmer]

In case you haven't noticed or fallen in yet, in the middle of the East Coast hallway there is now a not so inconspicuous kiddie pool located right in the middle of the sweltering hallway. Tallulah had taken the effort to blow the thing up since the hallway had gone up to a sweltering 102 degrees today, reflecting the weather in her local area. She

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[hampden_ave]

[ struttin' down the hallway he's wearing his aviators and swimming trunks. hopping in the pool he sighs contently at the feel of cool water touching skin. after a long moment he pulls his aviators down on the bridge of his nose. he just stares at her, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. ]

It's hot as fuckin' balls.

[bawlmer]

[ eyes shut, she's leaning as far into the water as possible while making it still possible to have a cigarette.]
No shit, Sherlock. [ cracking an eye open, she chuckles.]

We're indoors. You don't need sunglasses.

[hampden_ave]

[ hey he wants a cigarette :c though he "gave up" when he started at johns hopkins. but they'll never know. ]
I know, but it's so hot it burns my eyes.

You got anymore cigarettes nearby?

[bawlmer]

Nope. Just this one, and I don't feel like getting out of the pool.
[ taking a long drag. want that cigarette. want it, bitch. ]

[firstcapital]

You know...you would be a lot cooler if you were outside.

[bawlmer]

Outside is just as hot, stupid! Might as well do it inside, with loads of fans going!
[ not cranky today at all. nope. ]

[seattlelites]

[ joining in...in his boxers. he can't find his swim trunks anywhere. ]

[bawlmer]

[ cracking an eye open, she giggles a little. ]
What happened to your swimming trunks babe?

[seattlelites]

I'm a badass, I don't care.

[ lamest or lamest? ]

[bawlmer]

[ lame, but cute. ]
If you were a true bad ass, you'd be free ballin' down the hallway.
But anyway, hi. Sorry I'm not hugging you or something, but it's too hot for that.

[ but the air quality is never too bad to smoke a cigarette. nope. ]

[sibirtigger]

Nebojsa himself looks half dead as he trudges down the hall. His coat has been abandoned for a tank top, but the pants remain. The boots however have admitted defeat to bear feet.

His hair is matted to his forehead, obscuring his vision and adding to the steam problem his glasses are having. All of this is to say he could not see right before he

SPLASH

face first into the kiddie pool... He's not sure if he wants to save himself from drowning either.

[bawlmer]

[ Well that about scared the shit out of her. After recovering from her mini heart attack of sorts, she reaches over to poke him. ]
Errr.. Nebojsa, right? Being face down in a kiddy pool is a pretty shitty way to die, man.

[sibirtigger]

He pushes himself up out of the water slightly, just enough to breath.
"I think I may prefer it..."

[bawlmer]

What the hell did you just say?

[ though she has a sneaking suspicion what. ]
Pants aren't really such a great plan when it's 100 or so, just sayin'. Where's that pink haired broad I usually see you with? [ curious nancy ]

[poeticraven]

( dead no, but he's feels pretty close to dead. just trying to... will the heat away.

p.s. it's not working. )

[bawlmer]

[ poking with a talon finger nail. ]
Oy vey. You better not be dead.

[poeticraven]

( looking miserable about that poking because that means he has to move a little bit. )

N-no, not yet.

[bawlmer]

[ she'll continue with her obnoxious poking. ]
Well, you're not allowed. Not until Otakon is over, at least.