Spring Time, Beach Time [Open] Mar 12, 2017 3:06:27 GMT
Post by Corsa on Mar 12, 2017 3:06:27 GMT
It was barely eleven in the morning and Corsa was not only out of bed but already out and ready for her day - a rarity in the best of times. Used to sleeping until noon, and even then not being out of bed until one, the girl had amazed her maid when the woman walked in on her already fully dressed, ready for her hair to be done and for them to get going. Even the girl's mother, usually unsurprised by anything her little angel could do, was shocked as Corsa ran through the house, sprinting up to her and giving the older woman a quick peck on the cheek, before shooting off like a rocket while shouting "ImleavingbyeseeyoutonightIwillbelatesodontwaitupforme." As she blurred through the house, into the yard, into a car, and then ordered it towards her destination. The house was silent for a time, after that sudden burst of energy, as everyone within it wondered - what could possibly be going on, to wake the spoiled doll of a teenager so early, and cause her to be so excited? There was a very simple answer, of course.
The clouds had parted, the sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and more than anything else - the sand was warm. It was now, the end of the dreaded season of winter, the end of the accursed prison of cold, of the time to hide indoors, of the need for sweaters, of the time for hot chocolate, of the boring movie marathons, and all the other accursed parts of winter. No, it was spring - and more than that, it was a warm spring day, the first of the year, the first day when one could be free, the first day when one could bask in the sun - the first day one could go to the beach! And so Corsa was ready, sunglasses sitting on her face, umbrella and beach towel in hand, her bathing suit covered by an easy to remove sun dress. She had been planning for this day for weeks, as soon as she knew it would be warm - and everything was going to be perfect. Sunscreen was on, her maid had the stereo, she had a nice book, and she was ready to look like a million dollars, to dazzle and amaze. So what could possibly have gone wrong, with plans like this, with all of it worked out, with this perfection of a day?
Everyone else had the same idea and was willing and able to get up and get to the beach earlier than her. Corsa's eyes grew animatedly huge and bug-like, as she stared over the beach - one umbrella, two umbrellas, ten umbrellas, eighty umbrellas, thousands of umbrellas as far as the eye could see, each one with figures beneath it, tens, hundreds of figures, who were sitting on the beach, enjoying the sun. She was sure that getting to the beach by twelve thirty would be plenty, but no, the early risers had beaten her. Each and every one of them looking happy as could be, looking so at peace, so pleased with themselves, and their early arrivals to the beach. Children laughed as they dropped their carefully prepared food into the sand and ate it regardless, men carried long wooden boards towards the water shirtless, shoeless, and heedless of the dangers within it, women allowed their skin to be fried by the rays of the sun all as if none of these things mattered. Just like it should be - because it was the first day they could be here, and it was the time to have fun in the sun, not worry about stupid things she might worry about on other days!
And so Corsa ran, laughing the whole time as she awkwardly held her beach going materials, slapping her side, her leg, and all over as she tried to avoid tripping and falling onto someone. She was a woman on a mission! A mission to party on the beach, like everyone should! But finding a spot was a mission on its own - it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, or a Sayain willingly taking an anger management course. It took minutes of her rushing, to the point where she was panting, tired, out of breath, unable to run any longer, before she spotted a spot open enough for her, her maid, and the assortment that they had brought with them for their day out. Sweat drops dripped down her face, and she wiped them with an arm, steeling herself, preparing for her move, preparing for the victory of the day. Suddenly poised, she did not rush as she moved towards the spot, stepping over people's stuff, saying "Ooh, excuse me" and "Oops, sorry." and "Pardon me." and "Ack, did I hurt you I'm sorry." As she squeezed past person, after dog-person, after Namekian-person, after person. A large, open spot, one that wasn't surrounded by people, one with room for two, three, seven, ten - however many people, near the water, just close enough for the cool mists, yet far enough to rest without worry of towel washing away.
Only to lock eyes with another: a short woman, her own height, with dark skin and hair as black as night - as black as this woman's soul must have been. Carrying beach equipment, much like Corsa herself - and heading towards the open spot. Destiny was calling, destiny, and a chance to relax on the beach, and enjoy a day out. Tired as she was, the young Stokes manifested every bit of her energy, forcing herself far beyond where she should, sprinting towards the open spot, eyes locked on it, ignoring the existence of this other girl, this evil girl who clearly needed to be stopped, who needed to be defeated by Corsa herself. Her arms shifted, and she held her umbrella, the pole out like a spear, as she prepared, as she made her plan - watching the dark skinned girl just stared at her, not even moving, the race already won by Corsa, as she slammed her umbrella into the sand and raised her arms into the air, "I win!" She shouted loudly, looking over towards her maid, who gave her an emotionless nod, before looking back over to the other girl... only to see said girl walking away, loudly muttering about not wanting to sit next to such a weirdo. Corsa was victorious, but at what cost did she earn her position on this beach - she had won, but her pride hurt, it hurt more than one could imagine. And then her maid moved up to her setting the stereo and picnic basket down, reaching out to grab the beach towel wordlessly, and unfolding it in a swift motion.
Corsa forgot all her worries in that moment, as she looked up at the sun, and then down at the beach towel. Because honestly - what was of more worth, a fun day at the beach, or a little bit of pride? Pride was just silly - she was more than happy to just get a spot. Now, laying back and watching the open area around her, all she had to do was sit... and wait for someone interesting to show up, to complete the key part of a beach trip: finding a beach buddy.
Notes: Beach time, come and have relaxed fun.