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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Anemos eyed the water warily. He was sitting on the sand, far enough away that he wouldn't have to worry about getting wet. It wasn't that he didn't like swimming or anything like that. Nah, he was just being cautious of a certain sea god who, as he recalled, fought with his dad. A lot.He looked away from the water and down at the sand in front of him, moving his hand across it. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but he did know that he was bored. Very, very bored.
Alyanna surfaced from the water pulling her hair back. She took a deep breath, and blinked a few times. She had just come back from her band practice and needed time to relax.
Using one of his hands, Anemos began to push aside the sand, digging. Maybe he'd find a seashell or something. He lifted his head after a few moments, looking around. He didn't see anyone that he was familiar with, and liked, so that was a bummer. Turning his gaze to the ocean, he was slightly surprised when he saw someone out in the water, 'cause he pretty sure that they hadn't been there a minute ago.
Alyanna looked around and let out a little scream. There was a boy on the shore. She tilted her head, her eyes widened as she watched the boy. "Hi there!" She waved at him.
At least I'm not the only one who's surprised, Anemos thought, swearing that he'd heard a small scream come from the girl. He offered a small wave back, then lowered his hand to the sand. "Hello."
Alyanna was still surprised and swam up to shore, squeezing the water out of her clothes. "Sorry i am little surprised. Thought I was the only one here. Im Alyanna by the way." She said with a polite nod.
Shrugging, Anemos told her, "It's fine. I thought the same thing." He leaned back on his hands, recovering from his surprise more quickly than she was. "I'm Anemos."((I gotta go for a bit. *Groans* ))
((lol, iz okay))
"Nice to meetcha Anemos. What brought you here?" She said as she walked over to a nearby palm tree and made sure her guitar was still intact. She dried her hair, glancing over to him.
"Nice to meetcha Anemos. What brought you here?" She said as she walked over to a nearby palm tree and made sure her guitar was still intact. She dried her hair, glancing over to him.
((I'm back!))Anemos watched as she walked over to the instrument, wondering why he hadn't noticed it before. "Boredom," he answered plainly. Completely, absolute boredom. "I assume that you came here to swim?"
((yay!XDD))
Alyanna grinned. "Boredom? I thought something more along the lines of building a sandcastle...but that works too." She nodded. "I need a place to relax after practice." Or when she got worked up. In this case, it was both.
Alyanna grinned. "Boredom? I thought something more along the lines of building a sandcastle...but that works too." She nodded. "I need a place to relax after practice." Or when she got worked up. In this case, it was both.
((Okay, maybe I wasn't fully back.. But I am now!))Building a sandcastle? Why would she think that? Probably because I was digging in the sand. He didn't comment on it, instead asking, "Practice for what?"
"Practice for next week's school concert. My band and I, Internationally Dangerous, we're playing. We practice over FaceTime, so I devote myself to it. Dancing Practice and Guitar Practice, it all adds up." Alyanna said listing it off on her fingers. Guitar was her life, as well as singing. But she was afraid of people judging her, so she never sang out loud. The only person who knew she could sing was her older, now deceased sister, Maddy.
Tori arrived at the beach with her surf board. Unfortunately it wasn't a very good day for surfing, but she could fix that. She walked to the surf until the water lapped at her toes. Closing her eyes she concentrated on slowly increasing the wave size.
Derrick was sitting down on the beach, far from the water. He watched a girl who had just come to the beach. He watched as the waves slowly grew.
Feeling that the waves were big enough to do a little surfing she went out on the board. Paddling toward the next wave and catching it.
Derrick watched the girl surf. He sighed softly and looked down at the sand. He took his hand and began to draw on it.
After catching a few more waves, she reduced the waves to what they were before. Then picking up her board, she started walking up the beach and noticed a boy. Unsure what to do, she stopped walking.
Derrick's hair hung in front of his face as he drew. He bit his lower lip. Derrick kept drawing in the sand, a full picture slowly coming to life.
The boy appeared to be drawing something in the sand. After a moment she started walking toward the wooden stairs but at the last minute changed direction and headed toward a tree behind the boy.
Derrick was off in his own world and wasn't paying attention. He kept drawing, finishing the piece. It wasn't anything overly detailed, just a drawing of a person with wings.
After leaning the board against the tree she slowly approached the boy and leaned over her shoulder, curious to see what he was drawing.
Derrick finally sensed someone behind him. He ran his hand through the sand and destroyed the art.
Disappointed that he erased the drawing before she could figure it out, she stepped back suddenly aware that she must seem like a creepy stalker
Derrick pushed his hair out of his eyes and glanced back at the person. He realized it was the girl that was surfing earlier.
Embarrassed to be caught she apologized, "Sorry, I..." she trailed off not knowing how to explain. "I uh..." should quit sounding stupid? she thought
"It's alright." Derrick replied. He turned back to the sand in front of him.
Feeling awkward she searched for something else to say. Cautiously she asked, "What were you drawing? If you don't mind me asking..."
"Just wings." He said simply. Derrick began drawing something else.
"Oh," she replied as he started drawing again. She sat down slightly behind so she wouldn't get in the way and leaned forward watching.
Derrick kept working, not caring if she saw the art. The drawing didn't look like anything yet, just lines in the sand.
Tori stared at the lines as he drew them trying to figure out what it was that he was drawing.
Derrick's hands expertly moved over the sand, drawing. He finished and took his hands away. The drawing was a wolf, looking up at the sky, head up as if it was howling.
Amazed she stared at the drawing. "You are so skilled..." she mumbled.
Derrick shrugged. "I guess." He looked down at his drawing.
"Well you have talent and that's coming from someone who can't really draw. What else can you draw?" Tori asked as she kept staring at the wolf.
"Umm. I don't really know. Anything I guess." Derrick shrugged again. He slowly ran his hand through the wolf, destroying it.
"What about something like...I dunno, a shark?" She asked wanting to see another drawing.
He nodded. He ran his hand against the sand, evening it out. He started drawing a shark.
She watched as the shark slowly speared. "So cool. How long have you been drawing?"
"As long as I can remember." Derrick replied. He glanced over at her.
"True talent," She said and sat back looking at the ocean trying to picture him as a young kid drawing in her mind.
Derrick wiped the art off the sand. He glanced over at the girl, whose name he still didn't know.
Realizing she was being watched her gaze shifted to blue eyes. She smiled suddenly feeling very shy.
Derrick smiled slightly. He looked out at the ocean.
She stood feeling hungry after all her surfing. "I gotta go get something to eat, so I guess I'll see you around?" she said as she walked toward her surfboard.
"Yeah, I guess." Derrick shrugged and looked at her.
She picked up her board, turned around and said "Okay, bye!" She smiled and waved at the boy. Turning around again she headed for the wooden steps.
Derrick watched her leave and then turned back toward the ocean.
Azalea wrote: ""Practice for next week's school concert. My band and I, Internationally Dangerous, we're playing. We practice over FaceTime, so I devote myself to it. Dancing Practice and Guitar Practice, it all ..."((So sorry!))
"Sounds like you stay busy," Anemos commented, starting to smile. He tilted his head slightly, studying her. "Is it safe to guess that your godly parent is Apollo?"
