Beach Bummed {OPEN}

[Reiji Shiranui]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] REIJI SHIRANUI WORDS 509  TAGS :: OPEN ::   NOTES Beach party! /fist pumps Crystal clear waters, fine white sand that gleams in the sun, warm to the touch and silky at the same time. The occasional breeze that ruffles your hair and clothes. The sound of waves crashing onto land and retreating into the ocean. Reiji could find a million things he loved about the beach during the morning. He adored everything, from the sound of receding waves to the smell of the ocean itself. Somehow it all seemed… soothing. Reiji smiled at the thought. He always enjoyed a morning walk on the beach, the way his flip-flops left shallow imprints in the sand. They were like little segments of memories, treasures that are created, then buried. To Reiji, the sand on beaches meant more than sea shells and homes to fiddler crabs. The beach itself is like a vast memory bank, filled with the emotions of all who walked on it. 'A seagull cries with wings that fiercely beat. Above the clear blue sea and shining sand. A voice that shouts and sings to summer's heat. In paradise, this golden stretch of land.' Reiji sighed, so much for sentimental reflections on environment. The Raiju inside him sure knows how to ruin a moment. "That was a poem." Reiji stated, continuing his morning beach-stroll. Both his hands were stuffed in pant pockets as his shirt moved accordingly to the passing breeze. 'Not just any poem! It was the first stanza for a Shakespearean Sonnet, Reiji! Four out of the fourteen beautiful lines of perfect literature.' Reiji mentally facepalmed, just recently his Raiju had taken a shine to poetry. Shakespearean Poetry to be exact, and it annoyed the teen so much to have to listen to the idiot ramble on and on about his improvised sonnets and how important poetry was to modern culture. Quite frankly, he liked the beast's 'philosophy phase' better. Yawning lightly, Reiji tossed both hands into the air for a nice big stretch, ignoring the fact that the burn scars on his arms were now completely obvious under sunlight. He had stopped walking along the shoreline a while ago and decided instead to stare at the vast expanse of ocean. Thought facially emotionless Reiji could not help but feel slightly happier when looking at the clear waters. Slowly, he began taking several steps into the water, stopping when the liquid reached his knees. 'Ya know I just had a thought. People tend to come to the beach starting at around this time Reiji. Hypothetically speaking, shouldn't we be hauling ass by now to prevent crowds of screaming children from stepping over your <<bank of beautiful memories>>?' Reiji growled at the Raiju's sarcasm, especially at the 'bank of beautiful memories' part. He made the thing sound like a destination for Dora the Explorer or My Little Pony. Gross. Though he couldn't help but agree with the beast. Parents tend to start bringing their children in at this time of day, and Reiji did not want to be annoyed by crying infants and squealing kids. Not now anyways table made by greyson of ote

[Lucine]

It was still a bit early for Lucine to open up her shop, so instead she had decided to stroll along the beach. Normally he would have occupied herself with a morning swim but there were so many sailboats out she didn’t want to risk being seen. A seashell ha caught her eye the moment her bare feet had touched the warm sands and the rest was history as she now stumbled about after each and every shining shell she could get her hands on. Some were broken clam shells, others were those spiraling kind that she could never remember the name of, and then there were sand dollars which were so adorable. If she got enough she could make necklaces and sell those too. Oh, how exciting that would be to sell something new and handmade!

As Lucine strayed further along the beach, she spotted a young man. There was nothing terribly extraordinary about him; he simply seemed to be enjoying the morning tides. The blonde couldn’t blame him, it was a glorious day. The sunlight cast shimmering beams on the waves and the breeze was blowing just right. She may just open up shop late today if it meant spending more time outside. Still, Lucine was too friendly so simply let the young man be. So as she meandered closer to pluck yet another sand dollar from the ground she smiled and waved,

“Good morning, sir.”

Lucine never could figure out how to address people properly, so she simply always tried to be polite. It seemed the best option if she didn’t know someone’s name, or rather couldn’t remember which was more likely in her case. Sweet, but not the sharpest tool in the box, and one who was often forgetful and ditzy at that. Lucine merely paused though, for after she’d said hello she continued on her quest for sea shells.

Her hands were nearly full, but that didn’t seem to deter her. She could merely leave the less shiny ones behind. Lucine began humming as she progressed. Humming was all she dared do in the presence of a human lest her singing draw more of a crowd and she didn’t particularly feel like distracted a group of people on this fine morning. They all had better things to do anyway, and so did she.