Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jul 3, 2009 13:15:49 GMT -5
((I can't believe that it's summer, and no one's posted here at the beach! Problem officially solved. ;D This thread is open for anyone, modded wild Pokemon and characters both! Whoever feels like poppin' in, really.))
GEORGE
let's fly~
Ahhh... the beach. All year round it was a stunning sight, the rolling waves and soft sand, the stretching horizon and cawing Wingulls overhead. During cooler months, the sky might have been darker and the salty air might have been more chilling, less friendly, but there was still something to appreciate in the might of those storm-churned tides, something beautiful in the grayness of a beach in the winter. During warmer months, however, it was the place to be, all hot sun and laughing kids, suntanning on towels and making castles in the sand.
George had lived by the water all of his life. He'd seen the ocean during storms and cold fronts, and seen it as it was now, gentle and warm and alluring to tourists and locals alike. As incredible as it was to see the water roaring and raging with storm tides or the sky overhead gray and cold enough to make the water look a sad sort of blue, he had to say that he probably liked today's clear, sunny weather a bit more. There was something cheerful about a bright, warm beach, and all of the sea-birds flying overhead were nice to see, too.
A smile was on the teen's face as he stood ankle-deep in the water, liking the way it lapped playfully against his bare legs. Of course he had on a pair of swim trunks, a pair he'd owned for a good couple of years now; living on an island with no shortage of beautiful beaches and warm weather meant that he was quite used to swimming and relaxing by the water, so it was a given that he would own a pair. Simple navy-blue trunks and a pair of flip-flops were all he needed to enjoy the beach, to walk the shore and feel the sun on his skin -- which would undoubtedly burn horribly and quickly result in more freckles dotted down his limbs and across his chest, but mostly on his face. Oh, well. Naturally fair skin sucked when it came to sunny weather, but Gee wasn't one to complain, and he was out and in the sun so much that he didn't really look too fair-skinned anymore. He had a nice, light tan to accompany his ugly peeling sunburn and copious amounts of freckles.
Now that he was thinking on it, though, maybe some sunscreen would've been a good idea. Too late now; he could already feel a light tingling sensation across the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks and lips. Undoubtedly he'd be rubbing skin off of his face for another coupl'a days after this. He knew that was how it worked.
<<Hahahah!>> cackled Drea the Spearow, who was currently hopping across the sand in hot pursuit of Ellery. The poor Natu was squeaking and cawing and making sounds of alarm, his already-large eyes even huger than usual and his feathers all ruffled. <<Gonna git'cha! Gonna git'cha!>> The Spearow was merely playing around, but it seemed as though Ellie hadn't realized it yet.
<<Eeeek! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I dunno what I did but I'm sorry! Stop chasing meeee!>> George glanced over at all the commotion, blinked his heavy-lidded gray eyes curiously, and then widened his smile. Aww. They were getting along so well! He had to wonder why neither of them was flying, though. They were birds after all, and they looked quite silly hopping around like that.
Apparently Ellery realized this at about the same time that George did. He pointed a nervous glance back at Drea, then flapped his wings and took to the sky at a run, shrieking in surprise when Drea followed shortly after, moving fast enough to keep up and even surpass his Natu companion. To demonstrate this, Drea nipped the round bird on the tail (answered by a squawk) and zoomed right past Ellery, hooting with laughter. The Natu, looking embarrassed and jittery and eager to escape and just hide, flew the other way. Drea turned to follow, chanting again -- <<Gonna git'cha, gonna git'cha!>> -- and appearing quite amused by his own antics.
George watched them, squinting against the sunlight, and laughed quietly. After a bit, he turned his gaze back down to the water, considering going for a dip. Yeah, maybe. It would be nice to cool off, for sure, and what did he care if he wound up gritty with sand and smelling like salt? For now, though... for now he could simply enjoy these sights and sounds, the smell of ocean air. It reminded him of home (he really should call his mum; dang, he kept forgetting), and with that reminder came pleasant, warm feelings. He missed Cinnabar sometimes, but honestly, he was glad to be gone -- at least for now. Visiting a new, different beach was a nice change of pace. Just being off that island was nice, really. He'd escaped from the monotony of a cozy sea-side lifestyle, something that no doubt he would return to eventually... but only once he'd gotten his fill of the rest of the world.