Quality Fun In The Sun[Lavinia]

[Mason Bradley]

Mason Bradly Mason laid on the beach, having a cigarette in his mouth, taking a long puff of it. He blew out a good amount of smoke, enjoying his time. He was quietly humming a song. He looked up at the sky. It's so beautiful out today. I'm glad that it's rarely bad weather on this island, it mean I get to have more fun at the beach! He was like a kid anytime he was at the beach. He had always wanted to go to a public beach when he lived in Austria, but his parents had told him that public beaches were germ infested, so he had only ever been to their private beach where he was all alone. He enjoyed the beach so much at Ashford since he got to swim and meet new people. I love it here. I kind of don't ever want to go back home.. He ashed the cigarette completely, before flicking it off to somewhere in the sand. He then pulled out his sketchbook, beginning to draw the area. This is so beautiful. Even though I have so many drawings of the sky, it's different every time with different clouds and colors. He make nearly, if not, perfect lines to scale of the sky, making a beautiful drawing of the sky.

[Lavinia DeSanto]

Lavinia DeSanto had expected a quiet day on the beach. Dressed in a patterned, red button-up shirt, dark blue jeans, and her trademark red hat, she definitely wasn't strolling through the sand for the sun or the waves. Instead, the illusionist walked across the sand, her eyes searching for the slightest trace of glimmer or sparkle buried amoung the tan sea.

Instead of bright or shiny, she got Mason. Grinnng mischeviously, the dark-haired female bounded closer, hands reaching out to grasp Mason's shoulders from behind.

"Booo," she offered in greeting, peeking over his shoulder at his drawing- she figured she was already behind him, so, why not? She took in the image, then glanced up at the sky above, before squinting at the image again, as if appraising the lines. It was quite accurate, which even she had to admit was quite remarkable.

"I think that cloud is a little more narrow." Lavinia's left hand left his shoulder as she pointed at the page, leaning against Mason so she could reach said sketch. "But otherwise, that's quite nice, General!" Not that he'd asked, but Lavinia didn't seem to care either way.


Tag! || Mason Bradley

[Mason Bradley]

Mason Bradly He jumped slightly when he felt hands grasping his shoulders. He had heard someone walking around near him, but he hadn't expected the person to do that, He looked behind him recognizing Lavinia. He chuckled a little, looking at her. "Heh, looks like you got me Vina." He had managed to not move his pencil when he jumped, saving his drawing from getting ruined. He smiled at her when she teased him about his work. "Oh, thanks. I guess you're right, but not every picture can be perfect. Anyways, this can be the part that is unique to me so that I'm not stealing every detail from nature." He blushed slightly at the compliment, as art was one of the few things he was passionate about and it really meant something to him for someone to compliment it. "Oh thanks, I really appreciate that.." He looked at Vina, thinking for a moment. "So what brings you to the beach? I mean besides just being a perfect muse for me to draw." He closed his sketchbook, pocketing it. He then leaned back in the sand, setting his hand down to keep him up. He loved the feel of the sand between his fingers. The sand on the island was also amazingly soft and he loved how easy it was to get lost in the relaxing atmosphere of the area. He was even happier that a friend has shown up, as he liked the beach best when there was someone to share it with.

[Lavinia DeSanto]

"Of course I did, scaredy cat." Lavinia joked, but she let him go all the same, moving to his side and plopping down in the sand.

"That's a good idea. You never know when nature will rise up and fight back against copycats. I'm sure the artists who never add anything unique will be the first to go." Lavinia gave a sage nod, her tone a forced serious. To his thanks, she literally raised a hand to wave, as if she could wave it away by holding her palm up, then flicking it downward with a small forward motion of her arm. "It's true- you've got serious talent." She persisted.

When asked what brought her to the beach, her eyes darted away from Mason, to the sand in front of them, her mission reinstated.

"Actually, I've got this theory. You know how students get drunk on the beach, right? Well, it might be worthwhille to gather up anything they may have lost. Watches, wallets, ... clothes..." The sixteen-year-old explained honestly.

"But, how could I pass up the chance to annoy you?" Lavinia grinned, mimicking his posture so that she, too, would be leaning back just so, her fingers actually digging into the sand they were touching. "What did you come out here for? Just the scenery?"

Tag! || Mason Bradley

[Mason Bradley]

Mason Bradly He let out a small chuckle. "That's a pretty good joke, I don't think I've heard that one yet. Anyways I was bullshitting the entire time about the whole nature part." His face reddened more as she complimented him again. "Heh, thanks. I'll accept the compliment for now.." He looked back at her smiling. "That's smart considering people typically get drunk enough to have sex with random people, so I doubt they'll remember everything they had on them." He chuckled slightly, looking at the ground. "Mind if I help you look? I don't really have anything else to do, and I consider you a friend, so I think it'd be tons of fun." He was glad that Vina had come along. He enjoyed talking with her and considered her a friend of his. He stood up, dusting the sand off, ready to help her and if she happened to say no he could go swim.

[Lavinia DeSanto]

"I figure, either ransom, favor later, or eternal gratitude and beneviolence is payment enough." Lavinia nodded, referring to the people she would return the items to. "I'd love if you helped. But if we find some amazing treasure chest from a pirate's ship or something, I totally get first dibs." She was kidding, but her tone didn't flucuate much from her normal, slightly-happy speaking voice.

Lavinia rose herself, again mimicking his gesture- this time out of necessity. There was sand clinging to her palms- an unpleasant feeling, to be sure, so she brushed her hands together to remedy the discomfort.

"I haven't found anything so far today," Lavinia added, "Maybe you'll be good luck." She dug her hands into her jeans pockets- mostly because she didn't know what else to do with them- as she began walking to their right, parallel to the water.

"I hope we do find something. I'll feel bad if I drag you across the beach for nothing." Lavinia mused, her eyes scanning the ground as she walked. Just as before, she was set on finding anything shiny or sparkly against the sand.

Tag! || Mason Bradley

[Mason Bradley]

Mason Bradly He laughed at all her joking. "You're quite the jokester. I like that, it means you won't be a bore to be around." He knew she was joking even though her voice didn't change much, it had changed in the slightest and he'd noticed it. It also helped that he could see her emotional aura and it wasn't showing her in an overly serious mood. He smiled, shaking his head once she started talking about feeling bad. "Don't feel bad if we don't find anything. I'm joining cause I want something to do and I also like hanging out with friends. Anyways, I do hope I can be your good luck charm." He walked with her, looking through the sand, spotting something shiny, but when he picked it up he realized it was just an empty bottle of vodka. "Ugh I hate people who litter. They ruin the rest of the world for everyone else."

[Lavinia DeSanto]

"I'm sure you will be." Lavinia gave a swift nod, feigning more certainty than she felt. At least she didn't have to meet his gaze. She was actually content watching the ground. Content with the quietness, and the focus... until Mason's sudden movement as he scooped something out of the sand. Lavinia's eyes shifted to him, widening as hope got the best of her. Then, amusement.

"Well... it... looks like a nice brand, Mason." Lavinia offered, barely surpresesing a bout of giggling. Her left hand slipped from her pocket, covering her mouth after she'd stopped speaking, as if she could conceal her smile and further keep the suppressed giggles at bay.

Tag! || Mason Bradley

[Mason Bradley]

Mason Bradly He laughed lightly. "Oh, I guess I'm not your good luck charm then." He scratched his head. "Sorry, I know it was probably a waste to even say anything about it.." He then saw a spot with some old charred wood. He grabbed Lavinia's hand, gently pulling her over to the spot. "I bet we'll have better luck over here, since they probably stayed close to the fire." He then let her hand drop out of his, bending over nad looking through the sand. He found a lot of burnt out cigarettes, until he saw something sparkling from the sunlight. He reached down, pulling up a gold necklace. "Hey, I found something that might be of use." He held out the necklace to her, hoping it was good enough.