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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:46 am
The Beach Beaches have long been a popular attraction for tourism and recreation. Especially popular are seaside resorts and large, white sand beaches. Residents and tourists alike the beach in Gambino as a place for leisure and sport. The relatively soft formation of sand is comfortable to sit or lie on, and entering and exiting the water is far easier across this sand beach, as opposed to a rocky shore. The waves present add to the enjoyment and make the sport of body surfing and related activities possible. One of the many attractions of a sand beach, especially for children, is playing with the sand, building sand castles and other constructs.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:25 am
Things had suddenly shaped up, Eustathios was taking out sandcastles with his spear, Miles was swinging his ax widely out of the window, attempting to be head people. With Gamma and his sub-par driving skills at the wheel, destroying things came easy. Yes, it was the Greek equivalent of a Deathmobile.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:27 am
The ferry came within sight, it was like a glorious last chance to make ones escape. And there it was, starting to move. Gamma floored it.
arrow FERRY! TO THE FERRY!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:15 pm
He was a tall, slender man with flowing lavender hair and drop dead gorgeous sea green eyes. Ravishing full lips were as red as the silken, billowing robes that flew around him as he stood in the center of a small whirlwind, hovering two to three feet off the sand of the beach as he simply laughed, and laughed.
Finding an abandoned beach umbrella, he stopped to have a chat with it.
"Hello, my brightly colored friend. Perhaps you would like to go for a right?"
His tone was as silken as his robes, and as threatening as the long, runic knife at his hip.
He came from the Ferry, and had only just arrived on the beach.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:41 pm
Legart drove past the beach, staying on the road and maintaining a low profile. Tourists had European cars, tourists had luxury sedans. For all anyone else would know at this hour, he was a businessman with his two clients or partners or colleagues or what-have-you driving on toward the Boardwalk.
The radio was left off, Legart noting a few people on the beach who didn't look like businessmen or tourists as they were rather young-seeming. "Know any of them?" Legart asked his passengers as he nodded toward the beach.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:47 pm
More cars...filthy things. Without thinking much of it, Jansen summoned a gust of wind to launch the large beach umbrella into the air, straight at the windshield of the car.
Clearly, it would do no damage, but it would obstruct the driver's vision. Jansen would hold it in place there until the car drove far enough past him, and reached the border of the Boardwalk.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:47 pm
"I wasn't told who had the objective or what they looked like. I'm guessing we were either supposed to figure that out or we would just know them when we saw them." Despite his dismissiveness, Tien peered out of the window at the beach all the same. He wasn't one to disregard the suspicion of a teammate. He'd been through enough to know the foolhardiness of that. Even considering who he was with.
"Hm... Is it common for people in predominantly english cultures to carry around large knives and speak with umbrellas?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:53 pm
Tokai stared at the windshield in puzzlement, "What the ********!" With those words he immediately reached into the back and pulled out the shotgun as he began to scan around the car for an ambush.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:58 pm
Legart absolutely hated people who attacked his car. He was fine with people who shot at him, causing him to duck behind his car, but people who specifically attacked his car, even if it did no damage, were the kind of people he didn't forgive easily. Legart leaned his head out the driver's-side window, peering over the roof of the car to see someone--the only person the beach now, who was pretty darn close. It looked like he had just come off the ferry.
"Son of a b***h," Legart growled, stopping the car, practically throwing his seat belt off, and getting out of the car, having parked in the middle of the road. He unbuttoned his suit jacket before he stepped out, reaching to his shoulder holster and yanking his gun out, keeping it down for now.
"What exactly does it make you when you throw an umbrella at a man's car for no good reason?" he yelled down the beach to the young man, taking his SigPro SP2022 into both hands, but not raising it in stance just yet.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:02 pm
The wind mage floated towards Legart, slowly, not even reaching for his knife. He seemed unconcerned about the threat of a gun.
Peering down at Legart through narrowed green eyes, he pronounced with an air of finality, "You have horrible fashion sense."
And with a wave of his hand, a blast of pressurized air, roughly the size of a tennis ball, would be launched dead center at Legart's chest.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:04 pm
With the stop of the car Tokai took a look out he window to see the man standing, or rather floating on the beach. shaking his head again, he took a few extra shells from the back and pocketed one of the grenades for Legart, figuring that if this turn ugly, then he would appreciate it. Looking back at the floating man he saw what he thought was a shimmer in the air heading towards Legart. Throwing open the door he pumped off one shot with the shot gun at the floating guy as he glanced over to to see how Legart was doing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:11 pm
Tien grinned. "I guess we were supposed to know them then." He said, calmly stepping outside of the passenger-side door. Then, with a quick two-step start he slid across the hood of the vehicle on the seat of his pants, grabbing the handle of the beach umbrella as he passed then landing feet-first on the beach-side of the car. There he spun the umbrella over his shoulder with a movement somewhat reminiscent of Dancing in The Rain, brought the canopy next to his foot, stepped on the supporting bars, and ripped the handle out of the center of the nylon material, managing to shred it in several places simultaneously.
From there the bar went back up to rest on his shoulder while he lifted the glock 19 9mm he had gotten out of the glove compartment, drew a bead, and double-tapped the trigger at the strangers center-mass.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:14 pm
Legart had seen enough metahumans to know when something would be flying at him--atmospheric effects, changes caused from performing special abilities. In this case, it was the young man's hair blowing back harshly, and the very fast-moving distortion of air coming straight for him. Legart ducked his head down and rolled hard to his left, coming up fast with the gun in both hands, drawing a slower bead than he expected on his target.
Dropping into Weaver stance, presenting a smaller, sidelong target and taking the gun up in both hands, Legart ran the dogtail sights over his target--the young man's center-mass--and fired one shot, then shifted his aim less than an inch to the left in a second shot designed to trail the first, which led only slightly as the target would be herded by Tien's twin squeeze.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:18 pm
((And if we're going to play that game, Flare wasn't there at all. The African man apparently couldn't tell a man from a woman...well, that mistake was made often enough with Jansen, but the lack of large demonic wings ought to have given away that he wasn't a demoness named Flare.
So how about you cut the GM some slack for getting two of you mixed up, respond to the attack I threw at you, and we'll go from there?))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:21 pm
OOC, I Awright, awright. I'll edit my post and we'll go from there. Also note that I never said "her" to refer to your character who is in fact male.
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