Sam opened her eyes briefly, she panicked slightly when she couldn't move her arms, but she was soon distracted by the jolt of pain through her skull.
She screamed and flailed, before turning her head towards Claire.
'Claire' She mumbled, her eyelids flickering 'W-where am I?'

"Sammy! We's was in that thing where it's fast and there's noises and the lights are pretty and I puked on the guy whos grabbed you. Yous ok?"

'Well, apart from the fact I can't move my arms and my head is exploding' She began, nervously 'I'm absaloutly dandy, thanks'
A sharp looking nurse came and looked at her sideways before explaining what exactly had happened to her.
Sam stared blankly at her, the nurse rolled her eyes.
'I'll explain in a way your drunken mind can understand, hm?' She said bitterly 'You whacked your head and lots of blood got into the place in your brainy wainy that controls movement, so, you won't be able to move your arms for an hour or so...did you understand that, hm?'
Sam glared at her and stuck out her toungue, the nurse held her nose in the air and marched off.
'Where is everyone else?' She asked, looking around.

Sam was slightly disappointed, she had rather wanted Ethan to be the knight in shining armour, oh well, he had proabably been too busy chatting up girls.
She went to lift her arm, but her wrist flicked instead.
'Oh, look' She said solemnly 'I can move my wrist now'
After about an hour, she was fully operational, they gave her a quick check and said she was good to go.
'Right' Sam began, shaking her arms 'Shall we find Corey?'

'Hey' Sam said, presenting Corey with the rockstar teddy she had grabbed in the gift shop 'That's one hell of a hangover'
She raised her hand to her forehead and sighed.
'Hey, guys' She said, eyes drooping 'I'm shattered, I'm gonna head back, you coming?'

'Kay' Sam replied sleepily 'See you in a bit'
She trudged home, her arms wrapped around herself, she arrived back in the hotel to stoney silence, Ethan wasn't back, and he didn't have a key, great. She pinned a note to the door.

Ethan, knock on door and I'll give you the key.
Corey and Claire are in hospital, don't worry, Claire's fine, Corey has a mild concussion, and I was partially paralyzed, whee.
This might not make much sense, still tipsy. Will give you full story when you get back.

Sam xx
She also scribbled a tiny 'love you' in the smallest and most impossible to read writing she could muster, it looked much more like 'lowou'.

Scott woke up by the buss drivers voice shouting out the next station. "Okay, only a few stations left" he thought and jawned. "I schould probebly text Sam and tell her" he took up his phone and wrote out

Hey Sammy
I'm close to you now ^^
I'll be there by morning.
What is the name of the hotel?
I'll meet up with you guys tomorow
xoxo Scotty

He putt his phone back in his pocket and tried to go back to sleep. He soon gave up that idea and took up his camera an took a look att the fun crazy pictures he and his friends had taken he smiled to him self and shifted in his seat in excitement.

Sam's mobile buzzed as she sat on the bed, wrapped in a duvet, with ice cream...watching Bridgit Jones...ouch.

She flipped it open and read.

Hey Sammy
I'm close to you now ^^
I'll be there by morning.
What is the name of the hotel?
I'll meet up with you guys tomorow
xoxo Scotty

She texted back.

Alright my lovely.
Bloody hell there's been a load of drama round here.
Can't wait to see you!!
P.S.: You're banned from pushing trolleys

She leaned against the headboard and went back to her movie, feeling pretty depressed.

"Feeling better?"

'Yeah' Sam replied, smiling weakly 'Oooh, guuuys, there's ooonly twoo beeds'
She winked at the two, hoping to embaress them.
'Guys you guys'll have to shaaaare'

Hey, I'm on the bus
i should be there in a few hours
but whats the name of The hotel
again? I can't wait to get there!

cya soon
Raquel

Hey, I'm on the bus
i should be there in a few hours
but whats the name of The hotel
again? I can't wait to get there!

cya soon

Sam's phone buzzed again as she was drifting to sleep, good thing too, she was still in her corset, that'd be sore by morning.
She changed into her usual silk nighty and curled up underneath the scratchy covers, frowning slightly in her sleep.

((OOC: I aint sure where Ethan is meant to be right now, so how about he asks Sam to pick him up from some girls house))

Ethan woke up at 7am the next morning. An alarm rang in his ears untill he was forced to open his eyes. Blinking he turned to see a girl next to him. Gulping and shutting his eyes in shame, he turned to the other side of him and felt something else. Opening his eyes slowly he saw another girl next to him. WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO LAST NIGHT!, he thought to himself jumping up from bed.

"Ahh Ethan is that you, come back to bed" One of the girls mumbled still half asleep.
"Umm Its ok I gotta be going, you girls have fun without me" Ethan replied rushing to get changed and then grinning at the two girls in the bed.
Sometimes he was a bit of Legend.

He got outside the girls house and walked down the street. He was completely lost, he was in the middle of blackpool on some completely strange street. He looked at the road sign. "Green street" it read, he whipped out his mobile and began to text Sam.

Umm Sam babes couldnt do me a favour and pick us up. I'm in green street and I am a bit lost babes.
Love Ethan xxxxxxxxx

OOC// so, there's one position open, correct?
if i'm just being stupid (as usual), ignore this post.

Name:
arthur matthew teller
Age:
eighteen years young
Short Bio:
arthur isn't into the whole "school" thing. sitting in crowded classrooms, viciously attacking an innocent, if blank, sheet of paper with graphite, answering boring questions from textbooks and getting lectured for scribbling in the margins of said textbooks? yeah, arthur's not into that. unfortunately for him, his PhD-flaunting parents will have none of his anti-education attitude. after arthur threatened to run away to auntie jenny's, they finally agreed to let him take one year off, but then he's getting shipped off immediately to college. it's not like he's stupid, he just lacks any sort of patience or ambition. he'd much rather live in his parents' basement for the rest of his life, obsessively collecting beanie babies.
Pic:

(( Heya =] Yep, apps are open, nice one by the way ))

Umm Sam babes couldnt do me a favour and pick us up. I'm in green street and I am a bit lost babes.
Love Ethan xxxxxxxxx

Sam's phone buzzed as she was sulking over a soggy bowl of cereal.
She read the message, wincing slightly, she now had two pretty nasty black eyes.
In the bathroom, she attempted to cover them with foundation, but it just ended up a mix of orange, black, green and purple. She decided it would be best to remove the orange. She applied the rest of her make-up though.

Stepping into the RV, she tapped Green Street into the GPS,
as she walked along the pavement alot of guys stopped and said stuff along the lines of
'Oi, the mister ain't beating you up, is he?'
She just shook her head and told them she had fallen over.
Spotting a slightly confused Ethan across the street, she felt incredibly concious of her eyes.
'Hey' She said nervously 'Bloody hell, how'd you end up here?'

'Hey' Sam voice said said. Ethan looked up at her and mouth opened in shock. He stirred up at her two black eyes. How the hell did she manage to get them. 'Bloody hell, how'd you end up here?' Sam asked and Ethan shrugged.
"It doesnt matter, I could ask you the same about how you got those black eyes" He replied frowning. "It was that t*at from the bar yesterday wasnt it." he said angrily and raised his fist into the air. "Wait till I get my hands on that jerk"

He lowered his hand when he saw Sam looking at him through teary bruised eyes. It was his fault she had them. He should have been there for her, he knew that that the guy Alex was going to be trouble. But he hadnt bothered to do nothing about it. That was it he would never go back to another girls house ever again. Well for a long time anyway. He had to look after Sam, he would have to keep the snake in the cage for a while.

"It doesnt matter, I could ask you the same about how you got those black eyes" He replied frowning. "It was that t*at from the bar yesterday wasnt it?"

'Yeah' Sam replied anxiously 'But it was my fault, I spose, I slapped him after he grabed my chest, I mean, he was drunk, I suppose he didn't really deserve to be slapped'
She knew she was making excuses for him, but she didn't want Ethan getting into trouble.
'So, shall we get everyone then head over to the Pleasure Beach and force Claire on the Big One?'

OOC// oh, thanks. does that mean i'm accepted? :]
(btw, what exactly is the setting right now? i'd read through the twenty-some pages, but... yeah, no.)

Sam burst in, still just wearing a coat over her nighty.
'Wrap up warm everyone!' She announced, jumping onto a bed 'Cos we're going to the Plasure Beach, wooooh!'
Pulling off her flats, she ran into the bathroom, re-ammerging in a black and white 60's style outfit.
'Right' She said rubbing her hands together 'We ready?'

'Noooooo!' Sam whined, tugging on Claire's arm 'Coooome ooon!'
There was no reaction, right, time to bring out the big guns.
'Pwease, Claire?' She said, putting on puppy dog eyes 'I thought you were my fwend'

"I know they spoil the dress but they're comfortable."

'Not at all' Sam added 'Vair indie'
They walked to the Pleasure Beach, the Big One loomed over them, Sam grinned, Claire whimpered.
'Come on, come on!' She urged, dragging Claire into the queue 'Here we go!'

Sam nudged Claire as they clicked up the rise.
'Arms in the air!' She yelled 'Come on!'
Sam cheered as the cart began to lurch over the drop.

'Sh*t, Claire!' Sam screamed, shoving Claire's face away just in time, she watched in horror as it landed on a bunch of people in the queue 'Hoooo sh****t'
The cart dropped and Sam gasped as her stomach lurched upwards 'Oh god...we're in deep sh*t'
Sure enough, the group stood there, stone faced.

'I can't' Sam replied, desperately 'Look, look it's over'
They sprinted off, darting past the group.
Breathless, Sam stood by the Railway Arcade.
She whipped out her phone and texted Ethan.

'By the railway arcade,
Claire puked all over these chavs, ugh,
come rescue us?'

Arthur was waiting innocently in the line for a random rollercoaster when he heard an odd scream, looked up, and proceeded to get absolutely covered in the contents of someone else's stomach.

"What the f*ck?! Ew ew ewwie ew!" He screamed, trying to shake off as much of the puke as possible. Furious, he marched over to the exit of the ride and started screaming at everyone within a twenty foot radius.

Ethan couldnt wait to get back to his room and get out of last nights clothes. He must have smelt to high heavens and probably looked just as bad. He stripped off his clothes and jumped quickly into the shower. Singing along to his portable showerproof radio. He stepped out in his towel and began to dress in white jeans and white blazer..

Making his own way to Blackpool Pleasure Beach (he said he would meet the others later on) he stopped on the way to get some candyfloss for Sam. She had always like candyfloss, or so he remembered. There had been one time when they had an argument and she shoved some candyfloss into his hair and it had stuck. It must have took at least 5 washes before it came out of Ethan's hair.

He had been walking around the Pleasure Beach for half an hour. The queues where massive and Ethan still hadnt caught sight of Sam or the others.

Just then a text from Sam came up on his phone.

'By the railway arcade,
Claire puked all over these chavs, ugh,
come rescue us?'

Ethan laughed and made his way to the railway arcade. When he got there he had to cover his mouth to stop himself laughing. "Jesus your looking a little green there Claire. You meant to be that colour" Ethan joked and she looked at him frowning.

"I bought you some candyfloss, to make up for last night" Ethan said to Sam handing her the candyfloss and then stirring at the ground his cheeks blazing.

Arthur was still screaming his head off and splattering people with flying droplets of puke when spotted a few familiar faces and a puddle of the same stuff soaking him nearby. If you had been carefully studying his face, you would've known his exact thought process: Claire. Must. Die.

"YOU!" He yelled, pointing a vomit-covered finger directly at the curly haired girl.

"Gee, thanks for all your help, Corey." He grumbled, rolling his eyes. Great, what was he supposed to do now? Run around with Claire's breakfast all over him? Yeah, fat chance.

"Oh gross, it's drying!" Arthur exclaimed in horror, practically bursting out in tears when he realized his favorite (and expensive) jacket was now completely ruined.

"Oh, yeah, because I was obviously going to draft him into my We Hate Claire club and declare war." He said sourly, narrowing his eyes. What was Claire's problem? Considering she was the one that puked on him, Arthur was a bit ticked that she wasn't apologizing and showering him with concern. That was the nice to do, right? But then again, when had Claire ever gone out of her way to be nice to him?

"Thanks." Arthur said with a fleeting smile. Honestly, he highly doubted a bottle of water would help him very much, but it's the thought that counts, right?

"I bought you some candyfloss, to make up for last night"

'You ledgend!' Sam exclaimed, taking the candyfloss 'I haven't had candyfloss since the Liphook Carnival, when I stuck it in your hair for making me go in the horror house'
"Oh gross, it's drying!"
'Oh, Arthur, don't me such a p*ssy' Sam sighed, peeling off his jacket and stuffing it in the bin 'There. Done. I'll buy you a new one, kay?'
'How about we go to Sandcastles? Can you handle water slides, Claire?'

'Huh!' Replied Sam, sticking out her tongue 'So it that a yes to Sandcastles?'

'Aaah, you cow Claire!' Sam shrieked, tugging the main chunk of candyfloss from her hair 'If you weren't my mate I would actually strangle you right now!'
But don't worry only a few people laughed. And I am sure the CCTV well be deleted by now" Ethan joked rubbing her head to mess up her hair.
'Hey' Sam yelped, ruffling Ethan's hair back 'Ruffling hair is my thing!'
She stretched and darted into the bathroom, removing her swimsuit from her tote bag.
A bit later she stepped back out in a black bikini with a navy blue sarong tied around her waist.
'Right' She began, grinning 'It's just across the street'

'Boys...and girl!' Sam said, hands on hips 'Honestly, you're as bad as you were in infants!'
She clapped her hands before pushing the bunch foward.
'Sandcastles, c'mon, I love waterparks, go go go!'

Hey Im here at last where are you guys?

XoXo,
Raquel

'Sandcastles water park'
Sam texted back before flicking her phone shut.
'Raquel's here' Sam informed the others, spotting The Sidewinder 'Oh, wow!'
She charged toward it and grabbed a boat.
'Kay guys, two to a boat, pair up!'

"I really don't think they'll let me get in the water covered in this stuff." Arthur said, eyes locked on the trashcan Sam had tossed his absolute favorite jacket in. He sighed, trying to get the foul-smelling mixture off of his arms with the bottle of water and pouting the entire time. Overly dramatic of him? Yes.

OOC// ah god, i feel so american. i had to look up 'candyfloss'. xD

"Which reminds me. Ethan, I never got you back for that time you tipped soy sauce down my top," Corey said.
He grabbed a abandone cup of lukewarm coffee, and tipped it over his head. Ethan stood there his mouth open and soaking wet with coffee. Shaking his hair so the coffee sprayed onto everyone he turned around looking furious.

"You just coffee on my favourite WHITE, jeans and blazer. You are going to pay, and I mean pay" He said looking mad at Corey, his eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils widening in anger.

"And I never got him back for puring vodka down my favourite top!" Claire jumped on his back, completely oblivious to the fact the back of his shirt was covered in lukewarm coffee. She pretended to strangle him.
"Die, Ethan die!"

Ethan tried to pull her away.
"Get off you weirdo, I no you love me but pleaseeeee" Ethan laughed pulling Claire off him.
He moped all the way to the Sandcastles waterpark. People where laughing at him and his coffee stained clothes and his wet hair. He would get Claire and Corey back, oh he would.

Apparently Arthur was the only person not smart enough to bring his swimsuit, so he decided to stay as far away from the water as possible. He had ruined (well, more like CLAIRE HAD RUINED -insert growl here-) enough clothing for... the year.

"Raquel! You'll never believe it, Claire decided that today was the day she was going to upchuck on me." He grimaced.

"I'm finally here", "so watcha guys been up too?"

'Whoof, long story, babes' Sam replied, letting out a deep breath 'M'kay, so Claire's with Corey, what about you lot, who you going with?'

(( Heya, Sportichik, could you edit your two posts together? Tah. =] ))

"Well Theres this guy back at home who lives On My street he's Absolutely Gorgeous Hes got The prettiest eyes ever he's The sexiest guy i've ever met and he asked me out 2 months ago. His name is Phillip He's 19 and a sweetheart".

"No, she wants to know who your partnering with in the boat,"

'What Claire said, you numpty' Sam rolled her eyes and smiled, Raquel was a sweetheart, but got muddled easily 'Guuuys, huurry up, I want to gooo!'

"But, I... I mean... you- you just... nevermind." Arthur spluttered, trying to sort out the chaotic mush his brain had just become. Unconsciously he sat down, face slowly reddening until his normally peachy complexion had become an odd shade of magenta - the red from his furious blush and the purple from the fact that he had momentarily forgotten how to breathe.

"Um," He muttered, regaining focus. "I think I'll pass on the... boat thing."

'OK, so, Arthur's skipping, right, Ethan, here' Sam grabbed Ethan's arm and dragged him into the queue 'Corey, Claire, you good?'

"I'll be shopping over there while you guys ride this thing. I kind of need new clothes, after all." He said dryly, pointing to an overpriced looking giftshop. Arthur sighed sadly, thinking of how horrid all the clothes in there must be. At least looking like a tourist was better than looking like you just got puked on, right?