21 juin 2016 - 17h21. Au large de la Floride.

  
Deck 9, The Foodcourt.
"Hé, je savais que je vous trouverais ici."
Le vieillissant Marcelle a dit alors qu'elle marchait vers les filles habillées de façon assez tropicale. Pour un voyage aux Caraïbes, bébé! Marcelle portait un bikini de deux pièces noires, mais avec une longue jupe modeste sur sa taille. Je ne montre qu'un peu de son bas de bikini. Au-dessus de sa tête était un grand chapeau de paille, et elle avait de grandes lunettes de soleil. Elle a marché jusqu'aux deux assis à une table dans la cour de nourriture.
« Yo, tante Marcy, dit Zoey, en mangeant une fourchette pleine de ces délicieuses crêpes de crabe qu'elle a obtenues de la salle de restauration. Zoey portait un T-shirt de son groupe préféré Foals, et avait sur jean-shorts noirs, et bien sûr, un bonnet noir. "Je vais devenir un tel landwhale quand je descendrai de ce bateau, Jésus. Cette nourriture est délicieuse, sérieusement." Zoey l'a suivi avec un coup de rire.
"Aimez-vous la nourriture, ne pouvez pas attendre d'arriver aux Caraïbes," Marcy a dit alors qu'elle prenait place à côté d'eux.
"Marcy..." Sabrina a chié dedans, qui avait fini son assiette de pattes de crabe (avec un bol de salade sur le côté). Elle avait délégué l'utilisation de son téléphone jusqu'à ce que sa tante se lève. Sa tante l'avait rendue mal à l'aise, en particulier la tenue qu'elle portait. "Ne pensez-vous pas que cette tenue est un peu révélatrice?"
-- D'abord, c'est tante Marcy pour toi, dit Marcelle avec un sourire. "Deuxièmement, nous sommes en croisière. Le hubby a emmené les enfants dans une autre partie du bateau pendant que je recule."
"Et s'ils te voient?" Sabrina a dit, levant un sourcil. "Et..." Sabrina a pointé son estomac.
"Et alors?" Marcy a dit. "Ce n'est pas comme s'ils n'avaient pas déjà fait plus que ça." Elle a pointé sur son bikini, et les deux frères et sœurs gris se sont gelés alors que l'implication les frappait.
"Nous allons d'abord dans la gamme TMI." Zoey a dit qu'elle sentait son estomac frémir. Elle ne pouvait même pas finir ces gâteaux de crabe. Elle a simplement repoussé l'assiette d'elle-même. "Yo, Sabs, on peut aller voir des gens? Comme venir surnnnnn, je vois toutes sortes de personnes de notre âge, et je n'ai pas parlé à une seule personne."
"Oui," Sabrina a dit, se lever de la table. "On va peut-être te trouver un petit ami." Sabrina a dit avec jeu avec un sourire sur son visage.
"Seule la personne qui a besoin d'un petit ami, c'est toi, Sabs," Zoey a riposté.
"Amusez-vous bien," a dit Marcelle... avant de s'aider aux gâteaux de crabe que Zoey a laissés derrière.
Zoey Casey Gray | 21 | Female 
Appearance
Zoey perfectly fits the "punk girl" mold. She died her hair, has plenty of tattoos, and just has that attitude that just reeks rebellion. Older folks are quick to judge a book by the cover and immediately classify her as a problem-child just off her looks alone. Other youths are more receptive to her. Zoey carries herself with an air of confidence, but rather than just being a screaming wreck as people assume her, she is actually fairly chill and laid back. Taking slow and steady steps with her hands in her pocket, a cigarette hanging from her lips, and generally relaxed demeanor. Though, that demeanor can switch at the blink of an eye when things get a little out of control. She can either become screaming rage, or scared as a deer.
Though, she's also a little rough, that might just be because she's a bit of a tomboy. Zoey grew up around boys, and appears to be a little rugged, slightly masculine. It shows a lot in her attitude and demeanor. She smokes, she’s loud, and she drinks. She tends to attract attention with her tom-boyish streak. Her voice is a little rough from cigarette smoking, and she has a few scars and old wounds from previous injuries.
Now, onto her appearance, Zoey is pretty pronounced due to a mixture of her hair, and her height. Her hair is dyed a cyan-blue color, and it’s kept in a rounded bowl-cut. She usually keeps her hair underneath her beanie, where it’s somehow more noticeable. Zoey’s hair is a straight texture that is kept clean - but is a bit damaged from all the hair-dye, and a few mess-ups. The other thing that makes Zoey stand-out is her height. People like to call her a God damn Amazon because she’s five-ten, two inches short of six feet tall. Because of her height, people loved to shaft her into sports teams. It wasn’t anything that she enjoyed, but it kept her in shape.
She’s bony as hell, being skinny and without any sizable amount of body fat or muscle. She has like a thin layer of muscle if you squint, but there isn’t much there. A lot of her exercise comes from hauling ass from people she pissed off, because she spends plenty of time lounging around. She certainly does have a little sex appeal. Her bust is a 34C, and her hips are slightly prominent. She doesn't pack a lot in the ass area, though. Her body is a rough-square build rather than the famed hour-glass build.
Zoey is mixed-race, actually. While she looks fully Caucasian, she is Scottish, French, and half-Brazilian. She is more directly descended from the Portuguese settlers, but she has a bit of African through her veins. Her skin is a little pale because she spends a little bit of time indoors. It can't be clear, because Zoey has a few tattoos, and various scars.
Personality
While she may look like a punk, Zoey is more of a free-spirit than anything. She would rather goof off than study. She likes to see herself as fun personified, as she always loves to light up a situation. Normally, Zoey is pretty relaxed, and somewhat brooding, until she gets around her friends and turns into a total goofball. While good grades don't drive Zoey, there are plenty of other things that will ignite the fire of determination in her. Give her a goal, and you bet your ass that she'll see it through to the end. That is her dreamer, determinator lifestyle, and there ain't anyone that can convince her otherwise. It's childish, but it's what helps Zoey get up in the morning. Though, I have to say that she is stubborn as hell, it's impossible to convince her to stop - especially when she's driven. Zoey is snarky, quip-witted, and loves to talk to people and explore new things. Zoey is willing to try, well, anything. She is willing to try the same gender as much as the opposite, just because she loves to explore and find new things about herself.
Backstory
Zoey was born as the oldest child of a pair of girls. The daughter of two illustrious scientists. A native of Organs Zoey grew up in a small towns watching TV shows and movies... and always wanting a little bit more. Zoey felt like home doesn't have what she wants, or needs, and never will. Which is why Zoey always aimed to leave, but was always swatted down. Once she was of age she turned into a sports-playing tomboy the moment she reached sports maturity.
She was raised following dreams, and had a love of different brands of music. Zoey played around with instruments, but they weren't her thing (they hurt the shit out of her fingers). But, she was drawn to electronic music... and eventually, she figured out how to make music, and it became her obsession. Her grades plummeted as she aspired to become a techno artist. She dropped a few hot LPs on Soundcloud, but barely gathered an online audience. However, she finds her true audience by preforming at parties.
Once Zoey matured, her father wasn't very receptive of Zoey slacking. She graduated highschool by the skin of her teeth, but she was kicked out of her house when she refused to get a job. Zoey had to stay with a friend... and get a job. She got a job as a barista at the local Cafe, but she still indulges in her childhood fantasies, and parties a lot.
Skills/Talents
Making techno music (Zoey preforms as a DJ at parties).
Partying.
Plays for her school's basketball team.
Spray-painting.
Drawing.
Equipment
A Laptop (With all of her badass music)
A Blue iPod Touch.
A Sketchpad.
A Basketball.
A Carton of Cigarettes.
Cellphone.
Many changes of clothes.

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