.::Swirling Sea Foam::.

[furret]

Fingers would encase a particularly pretty shell, glistening slightly in the sunlight. Chapped lips would curl into a bright smile, putting the shell into a woven basket, which was full of bright, glistening things he found around the beach.

Almost anorexicly skinny teen was in baby blue swimming trunks, holding around his hips firmly. Black hat with a red logo of some team was turned back wards, the sun blocker in the back. Flip flops would loosely cling to his feet, as he walked down the beach to look for other treasures.

His Pokemon were somewhere -- seemingly to be anywhere, but here. Besides Note, his beloved Ralts, would be staying on his back with what looked to be a baby carrier, as it toyed with a purple shell.

Repetitively pierced ears would be covered by muff headphones, listening to a few of his favorites songs, Sly by Cat Empire.

"Its a pleasure to meetcha, you look like one incredible creature, wanna treat ya fine.."

Body would sway to the song, randomly winking at some pretty girl or handsome guy while he walked around the beach. Sun shining, his life looking up. He felt pretty damn good for a chemo kid, and he was pretty damn cute for having such shitty treatments. Yep. His life was pretty much awesome. Living it up, not giving a thought and living on reckless abandon, and enjoying simple this like.. Well. these shells. Fuck the world, fuck god.

Just have some fun.

"Its so funk inflicted its a crime, your divine, your sublime. And well you blow my mind."

He twirled some random girl, earning a rather loud eep, and annoyance shouts, which he blasted out by music, feet doing some fancy steps as he quickly retreated from what seemed to be a boyfriend. All'n'all, even cancer sucked. Life was bright enough to be worth it. Even if its horrible politics, disgusting habits, and not so good people.

"Your so sly."

[[lyrasen]]

The world was a strange place, it seemed, especially when you attracted strangeness like an outdoor light attracts bugs. Sometimes it was creepy, sometimes it was awkward, and sometimes it was just plain funny. Now seemed to be one of those times, as the girl walked out in broad daylight with an eevee sitting impatiently on her shoulder.

She was, for the most part, bored. Sightseeing was fun and all, (not really) but she longed to get out of the city and train her pokemon. But still, the girl was thoroughly lost, merely trying to find a Pokemon Center somewhere in this place. She was born in a somewhat quiet city, and had the directional sense of a mole out in broad daylight. All she wanted to do was burrow underneath the ground and retreat to her safe haven again. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

She wasn't anything special to look at, being a white kid with brown hair and eyes. Most eyes totally overlooked her in a crowd, because many didn't notice her posture and the way she walked. There were few trainers who could defeat her, and she knew it. She was somewhat arrogant, but in the quiet, unthreatening sense. Lyra was somewhat tall, looking at least a year older than she really was.

The eevee on her shoulder was nothing special either. Its left ear was flopped down, but other than that, nothing stuck out. It was, however, growing more and more agitated with each agonizing second. Solar wanted to go explore. All Lyra did was watch and observe. The eevee wanted to be in the middle of everything.

The moment of strangeness was, obviously, Hector's little show. Lyra laughed quietly to herself, and rested a hand on Solar's fluffy neck. The eevee settled down immediately, knowing not to go leaping off when the girl would immediately grab her again. "Solar." Lyra began carefully. "If I let you walk beside me you'd go dashing off into traffic." Glumly, all Solar could do was nod an agreement. Hey, she didn't have to be modest about her imperfections.