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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2020 2:45:18 GMT -4
Desmoshi prepared the recycle bins, making sure each one was label correctly of use. He had set a pile of trash bags next to the bins and put box of latex gloves on the top of them. After sending a quick text to the principal of UA, Desmoshi was finally set. The official cleanup of Dagobach Beach is ready to begin! He had invited all the students and teachers for this event. It would be good opportunity for the community to see the future heroes and pros working on making the environment a better place.
He wasn't sure if they would get news coverage or not due to everything that happens in Tokyo City. But the important thing was that the school could work together on something. The school seem so divided among the students and he wanted everyone together as one. If he could do that, then he could pull of his ultimate goal- uniting people. He still had to schedule that meeting with the school representitives. He hoped that this would send a message on how serious he was on making the school stand out more.
'Kid,' Ame said in the back of his mind. 'What makes you think that they would even show up?' Desmoshi understood the concerns that Ame had about the school, but Desmoshi had faith that they would pull through. 'Give them a chance,' Desmoshi responded. 'Who knows? Maybe everyone can get to know each other and work together despite differences.'
So Desmoshi waited for the first group students or teachers to arrive at the beach for the greatest cleanup ever.
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Post by Tenya Hifune on May 13, 2020 5:19:56 GMT -4
Feh. What was he even doing here? Did he think he was some kind of train-hopping American hobo? Tenya watched the clouds on his stroll, and part of him was tempted to take off then and there and just fly around for a while.... but that was 'disruptive.' According to the misdemeanor charge. Even worse that one time he found out he caught the attention of the Air Force. He was lucky nothing had come of that, to say the least. Tenya sighed as his gazed returned to earth, that cruel and boundless thing, it continued to fall to his feet. He could only imagine his strange predicament as a bird locked in a cage, though he was ostensibly free.
He smoothed out the white tank-top he had put on this morning. God, with the sweats and sandals he really did look like a bum. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he kept along the path. Last night at work had been frustrating to say the least. He wanted to quit that job, no, he had to quit that job but he had only been there for a few months. That would look horrible to anyone he hoped to work with, so he had to stick it out despite the boss acting like his little corner store ran the entire damn world. Thinking on it, he was glad he only worked part-time. If he spent as much time there as a salary man did at the office he was pretty sure that it would only be a matter of time before he exploded.
He came across an aluminum can on his short journey. He stopped for a moment, thinking to pick it up before deciding to kick it further down path instead. He did this for while, perhaps a minute or so before he got tired of the noise. Wasn't like he could just leave it there. Someone's grandma would probably pop out of the bushes and scold him for littering. He stopped to pick the thing up, looking out at the beach for a good fifteen seconds before he noticed a strange sight. Some kid just by himself on the beach looking like he was ready to head a cleanup operation. Few times he had seen one of these in progress there was usually an army swarming the place. It was nothing particularly intriguing, but he found it odd to find a cleanup in its earliest stages.
Sure, call him creepy because he was a stranger, but this kid had garnered his interest. Tenya crushed the can in his hand before tossing it into one of the bins, or at least the one he thought was for aluminum. "Yo, kid, was that right?" If he was wrong he would correct the mistake. No matter the answer he got, Tenya would get out into the sands proper and just laid down right next to one of the bins. "Man, this place got nasty over winter." Not that he really paid much attention to it. Damn, the last time he had bothered had been a year and a half ago at best now that he thought about it.
"You from Musutafu high school, kid?" It'd been where he gone to high school. The question might have seemed a bit dumb, but Tenya hoped that the ice-breaker would make the kid feel a bit more at ease.
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on May 13, 2020 15:00:21 GMT -4
Not that he enjoyed being out in the sun, but Amare always knew that there was something primal about his hatred of sand. It just always seemed to get everywhere no matter what he wore or how he tried to stay away from it. Whenever he would of gone to the beach in Canada he would find sand in places that he did not even know sand could get into. But here he was back at the location of his nemesis. Sporting swimming cargo shorts with a white vest(looks good if he "accidentally gets wet) and a casual vacation button up(Hawaiian) shirt left open to catch as much of a breeze the nearby water could give him. He had heard about the gathering at the beach to help clean up and he figured that not only would it allow him a chance to explore the city more but also a chance to add to his vlogging series. Perhaps he could call this segment something catchy but also serious because his channel would not only be about fun things. Amare wanted to show his fans that he could do serious and community impacting things as well.
".....And here we are DAZYCrew!!! At the beach close to Tokyo City. Seems like a few students and teachers are gathering together to help out the community by giving the place a good clean up. Have you seen such a great looking beach? The view! Man I wish you guys could feel the sun like I can."
Panning the camera around Amare would aim to get mostly the ocean in the shot with his phone-on-a-stick. This is because at the moment there did not seem to be many people from school who showed up yet. He did not want to discourage the event yet since it just started. Instead he thought he should change the focus, maybe a feature? Scanning around he assumed the person who started things would of gotten here first and....There he was. Jogging over with his phone-on-a-stick held firmly Amare would wait until he was 10 meters away before he started up again.
"There's our plucky ringleader now! Desmoshi here is an upper classman of mine and a class vice president no less! See guys this is the type of charisma you'll need to get far in life. Remember the more you interact with people the more about you they get to learn! Now fearless headsman tell the viewers about yourself? What're your goals? Aspirations for this event? And more importantly...what did you choose to wear to the beach today?!"
Amare would say as if he was a director of a movie queuing Desmoshi up for a quick question and answer session. As he would take himself out of the frame to focus it on Desmoshi, Amare would be backing up slowly without watching his surroundings. This would of resulted in him bumping and stumbling into an older gentleman who also appeared to be there. Amare would of never noticed him until now the upcoming starlit not being very perceptive once the camera turned on.
"...Whoa!! Uhh you mean UA? Y-yeah..who are you?"
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Post by Kit Mathis on May 18, 2020 0:49:17 GMT -4
Helping out around the community was nothing new to Kit. Back home in Smalltown, Oklahoma, everybody was practically one big happy family. Everybody knew each other, so if somebody needed help with something, they had an entire town's worth of people willing to help. It wasn't very often that Kit checked his phone, but helping to clean up a beach seemed right down Kit's alley. After he scribbled down the location and some directions, the excited First Year left for his destination.
He arrived at the beach in hand-me downs from his younger brother, a light gray t-shirt from the school he attended back in the States, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of calf-high, water-proof boots to keep the sand and water out. He had to bring a ball cap to keep the sun out of his face, too. Fitting they were at a beach, because Kit was a total fish out of water. Still, he was perfectly content with his day-to-day attire. It was all he'd ever known, after all.
The beach seemed like a nice place to just relax, other than the trash that was scattered about all over. Why would people be so careless with their garbage? A question he'd have to ask the clean-up crew, which seemed to be a group of three so far. Kit grabbed a crumpled up plastic bottle as he trotted over and waved at the team. He smiled and cheered, "Hi! Is this where we're supposed to go for the beach cleaning?"
So far, the crew was a bit thin. Maybe that meant he got there pretty early! There was one boy who seemed to be organizing everything based on his presence among the three, another boy who had his phone on a stick, and a grown-up laying in the sand. With the short farmer boy, it was already quite the crew that had gathered.
Kit had seen Desmoshi around school and was in the same class as Amare, but he did not recognize the man at all. He smiled at him and extended a hand for a shake, "Hi there, sir. I'm Kit! Are you a teacher at UA?" He didn't know a lot of people at UA yet, especially not any of the other homeroom teachers. For all he knew, Tetsu was just one of them.
He held up the water bottle and scanned the three recycling bins, "I found this on my way over here. There's still a lot to go, but it's a start!" Kit tossed the plastic into the proper bin and waited for further instructions.
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Post by Yuri Haru on May 21, 2020 20:33:15 GMT -4
Yuri was wandering down Mustafu, straddling the beach and the city as he wandered carefree while whistling the newest pop single that'd come out. It was the newest and biggest J-Pop song from an otherwise unremarkable, indistinguishable from the dozens of hundreds of bands that'd managed to get where they have before them, just as they would be to the band that'd come after them in the next month. But for now, Yuri enjoyed their time in the sun and the song that came with it, finding its pitch especially satisfying.
The main problem that came with dime-a-dozen genres was the fact that being able to keep a damn pitch and skill often came second to marketability, auto-tune becoming the saving grace of many a band. But it wasn't a catch-all, and Yuri often managed to catch off key notes in otherwise popular songs that irked him to extremes. However this song lacked such follies, and thus Yuri was able to enjoy the song with no stress and a carefree attitude for the day.
And it was during this travelling that something caught his eye. There was a small group of people gathering in a particularly messy part of the beach, and with them were trash bags and bins. Oh?♡ It seemed that there was a type of cleanup going on, and Yuri's interest was firmly piqued. He'd travel down to a ledge that led down to the group and sat atop it, becoming a spectator instead of an active participant. After all, he didn't really care about some litter, and he definitely didn't want to get his outfit messy, wearing a pretty, encompassing black jacket that threatened to swallow his small figure along with less remarkable shorts, and a big fancy bow tie. It was a strange look that he strangely pulled off about as well as anyone could.
Still, even if he himself wasn't interested, watching some good samiritan goody two-shoes could be far more fun. Giggling to himself as he swung his legs like a kid instead of the older teen he was, he'd be met with a motley crew. He tilted his head, a slightly confused expression on his face. There were so few of them, and so much garbage on the beach, was this some type of school club thing? At least it looked like their advisor was there. Hey! He'd yell to the masses below him, waving a hand hidden by an oversized sleeve. Are you guys doing this as some type of extra school activity thing? Cause if so... He'd mockingly point his finger, counting them. First was the dark skinned boy who was already underway. The second was a boy with a selfie stick and seemingly more interested in self promotion. Third was a kid was even shorter than him, and like him could probably be mistaken for a middle schooler. And lastly was the advisor and only adult here, looking haggard and more like he belonged in a dive bar, or a box outside the dive bar rather than an institution of knowledge. ...This is a pretty sad showing don'tcha think? He finished that part with a devilish grin, his constricted eyes glimmering.
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Post by Jess Circe on May 22, 2020 20:45:27 GMT -4
Walking up behind the person who had just disparaged those who had sacrificed their time for the good of others Jess would simply speak from a distance of five feet behind in her deep, feminine and stern tone. " What's sad is to be of wasting one's time mocking others, why not be of come down and help instead of be loner weirdo yes?" As she spoke she would walk past the person and jump off the eight foot tall ledge they stood upon, bending her knees to absorb the fall in her six and a half foot tall body without much issue and thanks to the softness of the beach sand below. Though with her musculature landing on concrete would only tingle for a bit thanks to the drop really only being just a bit taller than herself. Dressed in a plain black T-shirt and black jeans, the Slavic girl had chosen to dress simply due to the fact that she had expected to get messy and she would wear sandals against her own better judgement and sense of fashion again due to the sand and possibility of grime. If she cut herself she would simply pull out Black Hole Sun and ask for forgiveness after she rejected the infection with her regeneration provided by her Quirk. While she wore no makeup on that day she did have her ornate silver earrings on her left ear dangling down like some odd chandler of expression. Luckily she knew and liked two of the people there, that would make getting to know the others much easier. Desmoshi had been so nice to her during his own father's fight, an exciting event and Amare had well they had done something that neither student was officially supposed to do but what was a drink between friends? Jess would wave as she walked towards the group, " Desmoshi! Amare! People of I do not be knowing, how of it be going! Apologizing for being late!" Much more chipper Jess' tone would jump up a few octaves in her excitement and belaying her true inner self who was far more positive than the past she had gone through. " Do not being of film Amare, Jess has not put on face today!" The Slavic girl would say when she finally put together what the device was in the youth's hand, the odd pole throwing her off at first due to her lack of being in the know for popular culture. As she got closer to the group she would bounce up and down with her arms full of trash that she had picked up along the way eager to toss it into the bin, but first she would quizzically look at the signs while slyly looking at what was in each bin to determine where she threw each instead. No doubt Black Hole Sun would have been horrifically upset at her laziness but her summon was not here to judge her on this day. Instead that probably would be a role filled by the person she had interrupted from continuing onto some monologue up on the ledge though she did not know it, thinking she was doling out good advice rather than provoking the other person thanks to her lack of awareness of such things. It was always a matter of time before the girl would put her own foot into her mouth one way or another. [ WC: 569 ] |
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on May 26, 2020 15:39:39 GMT -4
Amare would of been focusing on the taller stranger before more and more people started to show up. He would of not even noticed his phone going slack in his hand as it would of panned across a few other of the attendants before catching himself.
"Its still slow going folks but I'm sure it'll pick up soon! Don't forget to leave a comment and subscribe so you can see more o-"
He instantly cut himself off as the familiar voice of his foreign drinking buddy rang out. Turning off the stream he would of pocketed his phone and smiled and waved figuring it could be his job to help get things going. It was a school function but Amare was starting to notice a bunch of people that were not actually from the school. Or were just students he did not know. Grabbing some tongs and a couple bags, Amare would start handing them out.
"Hey thanks for coming yea there's not alot here now but we are expecting more any time now. Hey Jess thanks for coming! Here take this."
Amare would hand her the materials needed and look around. The beach was covered with garbage in the form of pop cans, random plastic wrappers and other things like chip bags. It would probably be best to split up and cover more ground but wouldn't this be best to be used as a social event as well? Amare would give the blond haired boy a bag too. He would of mentioned the sorry excuse of cleaners who showed up but Amare would of chose to ignore the comment and smile.
"Here you go, remember most things here can be recycled so try to keep things organized a bit."
Amare could help but wonder if anyone one of these guys who showed up would of had a quirk that would help with this. Probably not because if they did they would of already used it to move things along. This would probably take all day with the numbers they had now but if everyone worked hard Amare was sure they would be able to make alot of change in a short amount of time.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2020 2:18:41 GMT -4
As Desmoshi was prepping the equipment for the cleanup, he wondered how much of an improvement he could make on the community. He was just one person trying to take on the task that would seem impossible to reach. 'Kid,' Ame said in his mind, 'do you think you could pull this off?' 'Well I mean, the cleanup was kind of last minute but-' 'No I meant the whole 'bringing peace' thing. You are trying to get people to be in unison on one idea. Who's to say they would agree?'
As he was thinking about his goals, the first person showed up. From the looks of him, he couldn't have been a student. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of sweats, as though he was coming out to enjoy the beach or a workout. Maybe a pro? Who knows. He threw the can in the correct bin asking if he was from Musutafu High. "Yes, sir, that was the correct bin" Desmoshi responded with a smile. "And no I am not from Musutafu High. I am from UA. Just trying to do something good for the community. Hopefully, we can fix this whole mess."
As Desmoshi finished explaining to one man, another kid came out of nowhere with a camera on a selfie stick. It seem like he was vlogging for his fans or something, which Desmoshi was pretty cool. Both for the kid and the publicity for UA. "Well, I am actually the class president for 2-A," Desmoshi corrected with a smile. "And thanks for coming. I am wearing just some regular green shorts and a green shirt." He wasn't sure how to answer that question, but he gave it his best. "But if you guys are in the area, come on and join in."
As he accidentally bumped into the other person, another kid walked up in a pair of water boots, a light gray shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "Yep this is where the cleanup is," Desmoshi said with a smile. "Every little bit helps. Hopefully, we can-' Before he could finish his sentence, he heard another voice above him. It was a kid sitting on one of the rocks, swinging his legs back and forth. He was picking on the lot about how bad of showing it was. "Its not a lot now," Desmoshi said to the kid with a positive smile. "But I have faith we will get more in on it."
Jesse also came, coming up from behind the kid on the rocks. "Jesse its great to see you! And I see you know a few people," Desmoshi yelled excitedly pointing to Amare. He really liked Jess as a person. She had a lot of positive energy and she loved fighting, just like him. "Well, more people should show up soon. For now, grab a bag and let's get this party started."
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Post by Beaumont Favager on May 29, 2020 22:26:40 GMT -4
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The beach...oh boy!
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This was a place he rather not be since it usually had a lot of people, plus he always felt a bit awkward being so clothed compared to everyone else. Most of the guys had a tendency to go for the shirtless route, or a tank top, pretty par of the course attire. Then we had Beaumont over here who was wearing a pair of flip flops which was normal enough. His attire though? That was where it got a little odd compared to the usual crowd running around! The boy wore a long sleeve rash guard with light blue trim among the patterns on black with hints of slate gray, a thin sleeveless jacket which had the hood flipped over his blond locks upon his head and a pair of white swim trunks that had black and blue stripes to accent the sides beneath his pockets.
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Letting out a sigh as he continued making his way toward the meeting spot, he was tempted to just leave since this was out of the usual comfort zone. Especially without his best friend to help him feel a little less out of his element...it was weird not having him be the one that dragged him here. Instead, he was driven to show up since the new student thought it was a nice gesture to see if everyone could get together and do something nice for the community. Honestly, he'd feel more guilty at turning away such an offer with good intentions...
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....even though right now as his icy blue optics took in the distant site of a little crowd forming stirred a sense of underlying anxiety near the meeting spot. Beaumont hadn't known anyone personally, but that's because he didn't go out of his way to socialize or make new friends. One person to stress and fret over was enough! That was the biggest reason to why he was closing himself off more often than not, but it didn't mean he'd go out of his way to be a huge honking jerk either in order to push others away. More like...strategically distance emotionally and socially approach with caution.
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Some of them looked pretty familiar as faces came into view...hmm...but there were a few that seemed a wee bit out of place and didn't recognize in the slightest. As he got closer and saw the various bins, that clinched it that this was the right group of folks to tidy up the place! Starting to tug out a thick plastic bag from one of his pockets, he almost looked a bit disappointed like someone kept pickles and onions on his burger even though he told them he didn't want em. Not so much as cracking a smile at the moment, he blinked a few times and cringed for a second as though he tasted something awful when he saw that someone was doing a vlog or live stream of some kind. `Please don't let me be on camera...please...for the love of shakes and fries, don't let me be in the video...ughhhhh....`
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Intensifying his own awkward demeanor, he lifted his hand and lightly waved like he was at a family reunion of some sort trying to silently greet a bunch of relatives he couldn't remember for the life of him. Though his tone was a bit more cold and distant like he found himself speaking with a bunch of business oriented adults, "Hello, I'm Favager from U.A...ah...based on the bins, I'm assuming this is the right place for the beach clean up?" Socializing was such a weird thing for him and it would take a moment to warm up, but they seemed to have a rather colorful crowd pulling together thus far. Idly picking up a discarded bottle as he awaited a response, he mulled over how most folks introduced themselves with their last names, hoping he took the right approach with his little greeting.
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Quite frankly, he was fine being on a first name basis with his peers, but he wanted to do what he could to avoid making someone uncomfortable by jumping the gun of assumption with folks he just met. In fact, he was almost certain that none of them knew him or of him since he'd chosen to be nothing more than a wall flower during his short time enrolled at school.
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Post by William Butler on May 30, 2020 5:56:42 GMT -4
Why the hell am I doing this? I could be at home training right now but instead I'm spending my time picking up beach trash. Man this is such a pain......
Every single thought of regret William could possibly have ran through his head while he walked the short distance to the beach. He had been invited along with the other students to the event but really had no intention of going until the night before, after many hours of convincing himself it was a good idea to attend. Even then he couldn't help but focus on all the other activities he would much rather be doing with his free time. But what the heck. Worst case scenario the clean up goes well and the beach becomes a nice place to workout on my days off.
He begrudgingly half marched his way to thee beach, his attire was no different from what he would normally wear, simple black sweatpants and a blue low cut tank top. It wasn't until halfway to the beach when he realized his grave mistake in his choice of footwear however. He had mindlessly put on his heavy weighted boots he used for training whenever he left to go out into town, at the beach however they were going to be a nightmare.
When he finally got to the beach he noticed a few other students he recognized by face but definitely not by name. Besides them he eyed a few strangers but paid them no mind as he trudged his way to where most of the student were clustered. Some kid waved a selfie stick around as he chatted to whatever audience he intended it for. I immediately regret every decision I have made that got me to this moment right now.
One thing William had always been thankful for was his mother's insistence on teaching him Japanese while he was growing up in America. At the time he only ever saw it as an unnecessary hobby his mom was making him pick up to keep him out of trouble. But man was it coming in handy now.....
"Alright, hi, hello, what's up, good morning, all that fun crap..... What do you need me to do to help?"
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Post by Tenya Hifune on Jun 1, 2020 3:57:21 GMT -4
" Goh!" He hadn't thought to keep his eyes peeled for anyone else when he laid down in the sand and closed his eyes. He thought someone else would have been paying more atteniton to their surroundings! ' Ah, geez, this was a bad idea.' What happened to those days that he could just go anywhere he wanted and no one would blink an eye? With age came a strange curse. Strangers usually assumed the worst, especially form the folks that looked like bums. Hell, he knew he should have put on a different set of clothes. " Uhh, no. There's more than one highschool in this town." Oh, no, heroes in training. If one of the teachers stumbled by his ass was done for. Never in his life did he think he would end up going to jail like this! " Call me, uh..." Damn, if he said his name on camera, would that make or break the chances of him getting recognized online? Gah, screw it, he had nothing to lose but his shitty job. He wanted out of that as soon as he could, anyway. " Just call me Hifune." All out, then. He was a stranger to these kids. He'd be an idiot to go around handing out his personal name like some kind of bogan. They started popping up out of nowhere, those kids. He swore, he should have ran into them on the way here with how quick they arrived. It was like they were popping up out of holes in the ground, no, worse, like termites crawling out of the woodwork. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. Even if he did stick around he couldn't just lay there the whole time. He started to get up, wiping sand off his sweats when another one of them even walked right up to him.
The way he so flagrantly introduced him self gave him away. That name too... Okay, Tenya would be lying if he claimed the first thing he noticed wasn't the accent.. Was this guy American? Didn't matter, he hated formalities. "Kitto?" He hesitated to accept the handshake, but his grip was strong nonetheless. "No, just a beach-goer. I'm Hifune."
Now. Tenya liked to think himself an outgoing kind of guy most of the time, but this wasn't some kind of club, this was a public service thing. Might be good for his mental health now that he thought about it, but just the fact that HE was the stranger here made him feel a bit uneasy.
"Geez, was I blind?" He put his hand back to his side. "Guess I didn't stumble on this as early as I thought."
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Jun 28, 2020 11:05:38 GMT -4
With so many people showing up Amare figured that now was a better time than any to keep up appearances. Jess had decided to leave so that allowed him to whip back out his phone and start recording again, well going live. He was here for his DAZYcrew and together they would raise awareness to the troubles of littering on the beaches of the city they all called home. Perhaps he could spin this into a sort of nature segment where he looked for animals that were caught up in the dangers of littering and make an effort to rescue them. He was not too fond of wild animals nor was he especially gifted in handling them so that in itself was probably a bad idea.
Probably best to focus on the people who were already here. Panning his camera around the people who have gathered Amare would do close ups on each person giving a little "caption" amount of data about each depending on how much he knew about the person. If they allowed it he would swing an arm around each person and pose with the camera-on-a-stick at a distance allowing both people to be in the shot. These type of up close personal shots would show his subscribers that hes an all around loveable person who cares about personal space, but when in a hugging mood can't resist nor stop himself!!!
"And this is....!! Looking like a total.....!!!! Thanks for coming out!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2020 22:20:01 GMT -4
Man, this might go well, after all, Desmoshi thought to himself. Although Jesse had decided to leave for the day, that didn't me he would be shorthanded. It seemed like the old man from earlier was willing to help out a little...maybe, Desmoshi wasn't too sure yet. And Amare and Kit from the first years were here to help, even willing to give a bit of publicity. Even though the blonde kid was just sitting on the rocks, maybe he would join in eventually. As Desmoshi passed out bags, two more kids showed up- a blonde hair kid who seemed nervous and a black-haired kid who look like he didn't want to be here at all.
Desmohi gave a wide smile as the students came up to the group. "Nice to meet you guys. My name is Desmoshi Haymaker at 2-A. I thought we can do something nice by getting the beach clean up before the summer. Just grab a bag and join on in." He also wanted to get this cleaned up before the July plans that he had come up with. But for now, helping the community would be enough.
Desmoshi saw a huge fridge in the middle of the beach. Maybe they could move it and take it to a recycling center. "Hey can someone give me a hand with this?" he called out as he headed towards the fridge.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 5, 2020 3:48:28 GMT -4
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Oh yup, the fries and shakes have forsaken him as he blankly stared at the vlogger's phone, stiffly waving his hand without so much as a sign of a smile...looking totally deadpan. This was so awkward! Beaumont wanted to run and hide somewhere, anywhere just nope right on out of here! Man...his heart felt like it was going to explode...like this whole thing was so damn stressful and overwhelming! Should he just leave...?
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Looking around at all the trash...
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....no...he couldn't do that without feeling guilty. That wasn't the heroic thing to do in the slightest...Beaumont felt like he wanted to throw up from the sheer levels of anxiety he was going through. This crowd...it was like one of his biggest fears and he needed to face them. Inching away slowly but surely, he went around with a bag and began throwing trash away, keeping his head low. Oh shoot! Almost bumping into the tall muscular boy with short black hair he...asked about what they needed help with?
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Skittering backwards like a terrified feral kitten, he offered up a sheepish smile in an effort to crack his usual resting bitch face. Especially since it seemed like he might not be having much of a good day at all. Avoiding conflict would be...nice...really nice! "A-a-a-ahhhm...a-a-anything...h-hhhhhhelps...." Removing a spare plastic bag from his pocket and offered it before shuddering "EEP!" Quickly looking to the one who called himself Desmoshi Haymaker. "Oh...that's a...that's a big refrigerator...coming, Haymaker-san!"
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There was no way he, himself, could lift the fridge all by his lonesome...but helping someone wasn't gonna be much of an issue, would it? Giving the new arrival a quick bow, he then rushed over to help out Desmoshi, feeling himself shake at the core from all this panic. Furrowing his brows...he just couldn't help but feel his heart chip and crack ever so slightly when it soaked in... "...who would just...leave a refrigerator out here on the beach...that isn't right..." All of this bothered him, the lack of care people had toward this place just using it like some giant dumpster. He would do his best here today...
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Post by William Butler on Jul 6, 2020 2:46:28 GMT -4
William barely had time to process his interaction with Beaumont before he sheepishly handed him a plastic bag and skittered off to help Desmoshi with a large refrigerator problem." Uhhhhhhhhh ok?". William got to work shoveling smaller fragments of garbage into his plastic bag until it was nearly full. He tied it closed and set it to the side, he began making a pile of anything large enough that it required two arms to carry. Only a few minutes had gone by before he got into a rhythm of working that took his mind off of being annoyed for the time being. Another few minutes passed and William was now fully enjoying himself, lifting and carrying heavier and heavier pieces of discarded trash. Looks like I got to train today anyway......
Between hauling garbage William could still hear Dajh in the background interviewing people for his social media. Please for the love of everything holy do not come over to me.........
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