(#BetterLateThanNever)
Gabriel 'Ambrose' Davinte
Ambrose stood well above the typical humdrum of the other students, on a small patio that overlooked the deck. It was quiet, the noise from below barely reaching here. Smirking, the boy ran a hand through his hair. He was...anxious, to say the least. He couldn't believe he had actually followed through and came on the cruise. He had promised himself he would, but...he promised himself a lot of things.
The small smile disappearing from his face, the young boy would run a hand down his side, feeling the bumps and ridges everywhere. His body looked like that of a soldier, scars and stitches criss crossing every which way. He looked like a damn jigsaw puzzle. And THAT was why he wasn't down with the others, enjoying himself. His entire life had been seclusion, and he was honestly afraid to change that. But he couldn't spend the entire weekend locked away in a room or up here, could he?
Cocking his head, the boy decided it was time to face his fears and turned to leave the balcony, walking down towards the deck where most others seemed to be. But it wasn't his fault his steps were unusually slow.
Darren Fuschimia
Darren was busy floating in the pool, facing skywards. His blonde, typically shaggy hair was drenched and hung well back from his face, and there was a goofy grin that noone would find easy to get rid of. This, THIS was the dream! On an elegant cruise in the middle of the ocean, with other students and scantily clad girls everywhere! He would've pinched himself if he hadn't already done it five times. It was like he had died and gone to the best heaven possible.
Flipping his head up, the boy would wave a staffer over and ask about drinks, settling for a glass of grapefruit juice for now. He was still in the pool after all. After receiving the drink, Darren would take the whole thing down in one gulp, hand the glass back to the staffer and return to his daydreaming. Where should he go next? Or rather, what kind of girl was he after? A loud, outspoken, social or maybe even outwardly flirty girl would be out here with him already. Quiet and reserved ones were most likely on the inside, in the movie room...
Or he could just stay here and relax in the pool for another hour. Yeah, that sounded good. That sounded perfect.
Aswan smirked at him.