TwelveOf8

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@Rhythmloid You have more talent than I do when it comes to the visual arts.

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Horoshaya rabota!

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

Rolo issued forth a forlorn sigh. There were so many things he wished to do in this world, in this life. And all of those things he wished to do he only wished to do with her. It would all begin with both Rolo and Corinne riding off togeher into the sunset. The engine roaring in defiance of all that wished to crush their spirits and cage their hearts. Sadly though, such a thing could not be, not yet anyway. Whether he liked it or not, Rolo had an obligation he just couldn't walk away from. An obligation known to him and him alone.

"Little lady, I wish we could blow this popsicle stand for good. But I....." began Rolo before pausing in a state of indecisiveness.

"I love this town ya know. Its corny as all hell and totally square but, I guess you can say, I've got that home town pride." Rolo confessed.

"I don't know when we could go the Caramel Cove Corinne baby. Stuffs real messed up with the gang right now. Nobody has said nothin but I can tell that shit ain't right. The fellas need me, ya dig?" explained Rolo.

"But I promise you baby girl, as soon as things are tight again, we'll go wherever you want." said Rolo earnestly.

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@Rhythmloid Graphic novel? That's a good question. I think your drawing is pretty good.

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@RhythmloidMaybe it could become a graphic novel, a tv script, maybe even a series of short films. Many rewrites will have to be done though.

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@RhythmloidThat's very responsible of you.

The truth is that when I started this whole RP thing on this site, that I always thought that RPs moved at a slow and casual pace. That they only sped up at certain times of great interest. Perhaps that's what I've always expected from this experience. A casual experience I could just drop into, add my piece to, then watch it bloom. But I never thought I would be a major component in something so grand.

It's overwhelming, to say the least. Maybe I feel too much and think too little. My greatest weakness. The source of my procrastination. I feel absolutely terrible when I think that you're sitting there, eagerly awaiting my reply. But alas, feeling too much and thinking too little makes one hide away it seems.

A possible explanation. All I can ask is for infinite patience. No patience is enough for me. I'm sorry. Perhaps we can make this project evolve beyond the RP? Maybe that will motivate me more. Any ideas?

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"Who needs it. Who needs any of it." replied Rolo.

He then turned to Corinne at his side. Rolo gently and deftly wiped a single tear that rolled down Corinnes face with the side of his right fore finger. He then swept her hair out of her eyes.

"We got our whole lives ahead of us and it's only just the beginnin. We can't go back to the way things were, ain't none of us can. But the road ahead promises diners that have waffles with bacon and ice cream. What I'm sayin little lady is screw the past, who needs it. The futures where it's at." lectured Rolo.

"But maybe we can swing by Caramel Cove one day, ya know, just for laughs. We can laugh at the squares who are too chicken to move on with their lives. And I do love me some caramel." stated Rolo.

"First of all sweet thing. I gotta do somethin crazy. Somethin I've always dreamed about doin. And baby ya better believe it's gonna shake the house down, ya dig!?" blathered Rolo excitedly.

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Rolo dropped down on his knees next to Corinne and and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He could feel her shake with each sob. She was so small, so fragile. Yet there was an element to her that Rolo could sense. There was something about her, something unbreakable. She wore her heart on her sleeve, it seemed, yet she was not afraid to throw caution to the wind. Perhaps Corinne merely was as sentimental as Rolo was at times. And so he just held her whilst not knowing what to say, but understanding all the same.

"Corinne." whispered Rolo.

"Let's go outside. The view out there is amazing." suggested Rolo in a more lighthearted tone.

He helped Corinne back onto her feet then led her out of the open door. The doorway lead to the balcony that circled the outside of the top of the lighthouse. The railing surprisingly had very little rust, and not a trace of bird poop to be found. Rolo grabbed the railing with both hands and leaned forward. He let the wind tussle his hair. From their lofty vantage point they could see the entire bay, as well as the various restaurants and tourist shops near the boardwalk. To their right the sea stretched out into the horizon. Rolo could vaguely see the fellas beneath the boardwalk itself. Such a vista was in itself a representation of Sea Salt Bay. Beautiful on the outside yet mysterious and dirty just beneath the surface.

"Ya know what Corinne?" asked Rolo.

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"Errmm uhhh." Rolo stalled.

Such a question always made him feel uncomfortable. As far as he knew, nobody else but Chet knew his real name. That was exactly how Rolo liked it. If Switch and Divo were to ever learn the truth, then. It was an outcome that Rolo dared not ever let come to pass, for his street cred would be shot otherwise.

"Let's get to the top of this baby. You'll love the view." said Rolo. He hoped that he effectively dodged Corinnes question.

And so Rolo and Corinne ascended the spiral staircase of the lighthouse. Rolo stopped to take a breather ever seven to ten steps. He couldn't help but feel that Corinne was getting very impatient with him, though she showed no outward signs of it. After what felt like forever they finally made to the top of the lighthouse. At the top of the stairs Rolo issued a heavy sigh.

At the top of the staircase was a large circular room that housed the massive decommissioned kerosene beacon. Rolo was always surprised at how great yet humble the beacon looked up close. He could only imagine what it looked like when it was lit. Of course the walls of the circular room were mostly made of huge glass panels, as to allow the light from the beacon to be shone out into the waters below. A little further along this wall from the stairs was a single door. That too was left open, allowing the sound of the ocean and its fresh breeze to blow through the circular room.

"Looks like we made it Corinne baby. I couldn't have done it without you." Rolo admitted meekly.

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"Yeah?" Rolo asked.