Midna-Phobia

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This time it was Chase’s turn to raise a quizzical eyebrow. He had been right about the recently moved thing, he hadn't excepted so recently, but that was kind of overshadowed by the almost casual mention of being robbed. “We’re the ones who organise it.” He said rather softly, since it was still this big, unintentional secret and all. “Well… us and a couple of other guys who grew up around here. But Port Byrne is kind of a small town, very quiet and there isn’t a whole lot to. This party is pretty much the only real event for just people around our age to have fun and meet people.

It goes way back to the times when the town was first founded. By ‘The Party’ I’m assuming your friend meant this was literally the only major party all year. Really other than that we have a bunch of surfing days, some camping trips, hiking, all that kind of fun stuff you do when internet connection is… sucky at best. But that’s a much less public thing, just friends. So it’s kind of make your own fun here.” Chase said, though honestly he preferred it that way. A lot of the small amount of tourists they get around here seemed lost without their phones and internet.

“You’re welcome to join us if you’d like?” What? Chase’s attention turned fully to Mason, who seemed to just have invited her along to… something. He’d kind of come out of left field there. “You’re new to the area, what better way to welcome you than a surf lesson from some of the best?” Chase rolled his eyes and prepared himself for Mason’s bragging.

Luckily Ryan chose this moment to return, dragging a younger boy behind him who bore such a resemblance that they could only be siblings. “Sorry guys, I gotta jet. I’ll see you tomorrow though.” He said in a low, grumbling tone as he glared at the younger boy as they both disappeared back into the party.

Chase and Mason glanced at each other before laughing loudly. “That’s Ryan’s younger brother, Seth.” Chase explained eventually. “Since this is technically public property I guess he’s legally allowed to be here but there’s kind of an unwritten rule that we don’t invite people underage because of the alcohol…”

“It’s not like we all didn’t sneak in when we were younger.” Mason interjected. “Ryan just doesn’t want Seth here because he doesn’t want to play babysitter.”

Chase shrugged slightly. “Maybe… he could also just be worried he might get into trouble. I mean if Ash was here I know I wouldn’t be able to have a good time. I’d be too worried about her.” He said, deciding to let the invitation situation drop for now.

“Ash is eleven!” Mason replied back loudly. “Seth is seventeen; he’s more than capable than taking care of himself. Besides, no one would ever mess with one of us.” That statement caused Chase to make a small face of disapproval. He didn’t want Carys thinking they were the dangerous sort… or thugs or something like that, but that was how it came across from that statement.

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Chase looked over to Mason with an arched eyebrow, his mouth still full of processed sugar, the other boy simply grinning back smugly. Unfortunately he could read the smile as easily as if he’d said it aloud, fortunately he didn’t. Though, had he known better he should have taken Mason behaving as a sign of more trouble to come. However that would have to wait until later, as Chase caught a fleeting glimpse of a young blonde boy, who looked very lost but very familiar. “Hey Ryan? Isn’t that Seth?” He asked suddenly, nodding his head in the direction of the younger boy.

“What?!” Ryan shot up, searching the crowd before he too spotted the younger boy. “I’m gonna kill him.” He swore as he vaulted over the cooler near him and ran off into the crowd. Both Chase and Mason sat back slightly both laughing slightly and smiling at each other before they turned their attention to their guests.

Chase took another smore and took a bite out it, which was probably a mistake because Mason seized the opportunity. “So have I’m going to take a stab here and guess you’re new around here?” He asked casually. None of the boys were the flirtatious kind, just friendly really, though they would pounce on the chance to embarrass or poke fun at the other. Mason was usually the most social amongst them though. “So what do you think of this little get together?” It was a good question, Chase though any way as he took another bite.

A well put way of seeing how well it was being received by others, things they could do to improve it for next year. The boys still had a few years left of hosting the party before the younger kids took over from them. There was no real way she could know who organised the event, heck even most of the people who lived here didn’t. Despite being known around town, it was impossible not to really, their families tended to be rather secretive. Usually they didn’t hang out with too many people outside their close friends and even then they tended not to talk too much about themselves personally.

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Chase smiled a little at her decision and nodded slightly. “The trick is to not take anything they say seriously.” He instructed with a small chuckle. As they made their way through the party the boy made sure to stay close to her, wary of another incident like what had happened to them repeating itself. As it was being slightly above average height did help in situations like this and he was able to keep the path relatively clear for her, not that they really had to go very far. As predicted his friends were over by the fire, and they had food.

Mason was the first to spot him. “Hey! Casanova’s back!” He said loudly, causing the other boy with him, Ryan, to look up and grin at him. Mason then turned his attention to behind Chase and his grin widened. “And you brought your new friend along!”

“Ha! You owe me ten bucks.” Ryan cried triumphantly, turning to Mason with a smug grin and holding his hand out expectantly, the other boy slapping a note in it and rolling grumbling something incoherent as Chase sat down and promptly shoved him in the shoulder.

“Come on guys, we’ve got company, at least try and act like adults here.” Chase said as he sighed loudly, wondering if this had been the best idea. “Carys, this is Mason and Ryan.” He introduced each boy, who waved back casually, each smiling with secret meaning as Chase invited her to sit with them.

They both appeared to be around the girl’s age, Mason was some inches taller than Chase, though had a fairly standard build, he was fit, lean athletic muscles was a nice balanced skin tone, he wasn’t tanned but it look like he got out too. He had short, spiked honey blonde hair and golden eyes. Ryan was a little shorter than both of the boys, but had a lot more muscle definition, a deeper tan and dark sandy blonde hair with dark brown eyes. A few tribal looking tattoos could be seen peeking out from beneath his shirt sleeves.

Mason shrugged casually as if he didn’t really care anymore. “Smore?” He offered, holding out a chocolate dripping marshmallow sandwich. Chase grinned and took it eagerly, deciding to accept the peace offering. “Carys?” The older boy offered, apparently trying to make peace with everyone with marshmellowy goodness. Then again who could honestly deny a smore? Then again Chase had to remember that they had a girl present, sometimes they got weird about eating in front of others, especially strangers. At least that’s if Mason’s sister was anything to go by.

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Chase laughed softly, shaking his head slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, had the light been better she would have seen the beginnings of a blush crossing his face, and for that he was grateful. “I hate to disappoint, but I’m afraid it’s just Chase. Not nearly as exciting as Casanova, I know, but what are you going to do?” He shrugged slightly, letting his hands fall casually to his pockets. Whilst the conversation had been… brief to say the least, Chase found himself not wanting it to end.

“Would you like to join my friends and I?” He blurted out before his mind had fully realised what his mouth was saying. Now it was working three times as hard playing catch up. “I mean… until you find your friend again…” Smooth Chase. So very smooth. “They’re a nice bunch of guys.” He assured her, and then realised how suspicious it probably sounded to a young girl that he’d just met inviting her to come and hang out with a group of guys at a party. It wasn’t like he looked like a creepy guy. At least he liked to think so.

He was tall… ish for his age, taller than other guys he knew anyway, he had a light amount of muscle but nothing impressive like those guys who went out of their way to buff up had, rather his was more natural development from doing a lot of outdoor activities. He was often picked on for his hair by his friends, they said it made him look like a girl but it wasn’t that long, just because he took a little bit of effort to style it. This is why he didn’t hang out with girls often. He double guessed everything he said around them for fear he’d offend.

Guys were just… easier he guessed. He hadn't seen her at these parties before, so it lead him to believe she was new to the area but also knew enough not to pry in such a situation, which is why he didn’t voice it. But if she was then maybe she’d be interested in making some new friends. “Or I could help you look for your friend? I wouldn’t feel right leaving you alone until you at least found someone you knew.” Once again he silently hoped he wasn’t sounding creepy but it seemed to be a very fine line with girls. He’d never do something like that of course, but he was aware of how alert to that type of things girls were. He had a sister.

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Carefully letting the girl go as she returned to her own footing, Chase shook his head slightly and took a small step backwards, giving her some space. He hadn't really gotten a chance to look at her before, it had happened too fast. Looking at her now he couldn’t really stop the goofy smile that crossed his face at her wincing, blue eyes flickering across her features as he shook his head slightly. “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t your fault.” He assured her. And it hadn't been. “I ah… wasn’t looking where I was going. And it’s just a shirt, it can be washed.” Probably. Either way he wasn’t exceptionally attached to the garment “I’m sorry.”

Well, really it had been Mason’s fault for shoving him. But that could all be dealt with later. And Mason would pay later. “Are you alright?” As much as he wanted to run off Chase knew the polite thing to do would be to at least make sure she wasn’t hurt. “Are you here with anyone?” He then asked, looking around somewhat worriedly to see if anyone was coming over to see if she was alright, and probably tell him off for falling into her. However the only people coming over was the last ones he wanted to see.

“Smooth move Casanova!” Mason said as he practically jumped onto Chase, putting him in a head lock, which Chase quickly pulled himself out of and then shoved the other boy playfully.

“Get out of here!” He growled with another smirk. “Seriously. I’ll come find you in a little bit okay?” He then turned back to the girl and smiled apologetically with a shrug. “Sorry about that…” He paused, unsure of where to proceed from here. It was only really at that point that he realised he didn’t recognise her. His mind had been working to place the face, but he couldn’t recall seeing her before. She looked around his age, so they would have gone to the same school; there was only one in the whole town. So it led him to believe she was new to the area, either that or word of their party was spreading more than they realised and it was attracting out of towners.

Welcome to Port Byrne Chase couldn’t help but think morbidly. Formality dictated one should probably introduce themselves right now, but he wasn’t even sure if this meeting was going to last much longer. She’d leave and then they’d probably never interact with each other again. Which was a shame… she seemed like a nice girl.

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I've got a small pack to introduce so I'll just edit this post instead of constantly adding more haha.

Name: Mason Stone
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Name: Ryan Greene
Age:24
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Name:Seth Greene
Age: 17
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The air was warm, a pleasant change from the receding autumn (fall (whatever I’m Aussie)) chill. The wind smelt like salt and there was the slightest sound of water lapping against the shore, the waves illuminated by the light of the full moon beaming down upon them. Most of this would have made for a pleasant, quiet night and other day of the year. However most of it was drowned out by the party going on not five hundred metres behind him. As it stood now music blared, its volume challenged only by the voices trying to speak over it and the crackle of fire.

The salt in the air was drowned out by the smell of smoke and burning wood. The light of the moon paled in comparison to the bonfire raging. The turnout looked about the same as last year. It was a tradition, every year they had a big party on the beach the night of the first full moon of spring. Chase remembered his father telling him it used to be a very private night amongst the original families that created the tradition, his families. However somewhere along the line it became a bit more… “Chase! Get your ass over here!” Commercialised.

The boy glanced over his shoulder, the ocean breeze blowing soft brown hair over his dark blue eyes and smiled slightly before he abandoned the quiet water’s edge and quickly ran back towards his friends waiting for him. “Dude! Best night ever or what?” Mason said as he threw a beer to him. The sacredness of the night may have changed slightly, but the descendants of the first people of this tradtion were still in charge of organising the party. As it was, that meant him and his friends usually. They’d all known each other since birth virtually, so they were more like brothers than anything else.

Port Byrne had been founded… well a long time ago. Honestly it had been a long time since he’d finished high school and he couldn’t remember anymore. All he knew was that it had started with a small number of families and happened a long time ago. Those small number of families still held a very close bond, they had stuck together throughout the years, becoming more like one very large family, rather than a small number of individual units. Children were raised together, doors were left unlocked and fridges and pantries were practically communal property. Chase knew no other way of living. Perhaps not by blood, but his friends were as much family as his mother, father or biological sister.

The boy smirked casually and shrugged as he put the drink down. Sometimes it did feel like they were doing this wrong, disrespecting their ancestors or something like that. He tried not to let it bother him, tried to remind himself that things change and that pretty much every one of legal age looked forward to this event every year. But he couldn’t help but think it would have been nice to celebrate it with just family for once. He knew most of the people here by sight, some by name, but any more than that and he couldn’t tell you. Having spaced out for a few moments he missed Mason’s next comment and the sudden shove he received caught him completely off guard and he stumbled before he collided into someone and the boy quickly turned, catching them to prevent the pair from falling to the ground.

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Haha. I'll get to work on an intro post, shouldn't be too long :)

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Name: Chase Colt
Age: 25
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Okay so just a simple little CS:

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