Selphie on the Sand
Where: On the island beach, in the rain
When: Early evening
Style: Any
Status: Open!
Selphie had been back in Vatheon a little while now, and the place felt like home again, if a little different. Memories were beginning to come back to her - that is, they were triggered by things she saw or ate, or smelled. But that was weird, and she felt like her friends had moved on without her while she was gone. On top of that, one of her best friends had been tortured and injured, and Selphie hadn't been able to stop it, or to help her, or to do anything. In short, Selphie was in Vatheon feeling at a lose end; lost, and a little bit useless.
She'd decided to take a trip to the island, give herself time to walk things through in her head. She hadn't expected the rain though, and she glanced up with a bit of a sigh, holding out a hand as though testing that the rain was actually there, and actually making her wet. It was. But Selphie continued to wander along the sand anyway, stopping every so often to pick up a pebble, sand dollar, or something, and either skim it across the water, or just plain chuck it in, watching the ripples.

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"Greetings. Are you having fun out here?"
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Just entered Burgh into an application :D
yaay :)
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Italy was about to go back to the bubble when he spotted Selphie.
"Selphie!!!" he called out excitedly, waving at her like an idiot as he attempted to jog over to her. Sand made jogging a bit harder for someone who was a failure at running.
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For him, the boats didn't turn out romantic one bit. It involved him getting flipped out of the boat when his line snapped.
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She wiped her wet fringe away from her forehead and looked out across the water again. "Maybe cause it's raining. I hope the boatman comes back.."
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He's been out long enough to be soaked, his otherwise curly hair plastered to his skull and his face-paint dripping a little down his face. He's content though, just staring at the water like he is expecting to see an old friend. He sure wasn't expecting to find Selphie there though. He tilts his head a little in surprise, before raising a hand. "Yo. What's the haps?"
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She sighs, a little nostalgic, "How about yours?"
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So late....;;
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