Motion in the O C E A N [open,Johnny]

[howie]

WHAM! Danny lost control of his surf board as the big wave swallowed him whole . ''Wooohoo!'' he cheered as plunged into the salt water. Surfing was one of his many hobbies.
Just like driving cars at high-speed, he loved the adrenaline he feels when he surfs, trying to keep his balance on the board, and feeling so high at the same time .
It was a great feeling. Even if the wave seperated him from the surf board.

There was another thing he loved going to the beach. There was something about the deep blue sea, the sandy beach that calm him down, relief him of all the stress he had in his life.
Danny quickly swam towards the surface of the water, and searched for his white and blue surf board. It was still happily floating in the middle of the sea. He was too lazy to swim that far. Turning his head around to check if no one was watching , Danny stretched out his hand underwater.
''Come here ,you.'' he whispered. The surf board slowly moved into the water, and eventually ended up in his hands. He knew embedding little metal ring on it would come in handy one day.

Holding the board with his right hand, Danny climbed on to it, and laid on top, on his stomach.
He gently pushed through the water, sailing slowly towards the shore. There were many people on the beach, and to his delight, lots of angelic looking girls in bikinis.This made Dan push a little bit harder, eager to get onto the land.

Finally reaching the sand Daniel rose from the water, revealing the huge colourful tattoo on his right shoulder.
He carried his board and walked through the sandy beach. He was starting to get a little tired , maybe he could just have a sleep under the sun, maybe work on his tan-BANG! he didn't know who ran into who, but they both fell down and dropped their surf boards.Scrathing his head, Daniel picked himself up.
''Sorry dude.My bad.'' he apologised as he held out his hand to pick the other surfer up.

[johnnyr]

[w] Again, this is Johnny.........expect a bit of "colourful" language

Johnny could see Princey sitting on the beach from his vantage point in the carpark, which explained why the surf was so good. He would have gone to talk to her, but he was far too eager for a surf. It had been days since he'd made it out, because he'd actually been studying for once. But only because his parents had threatened to send him to a private boarding school up in Paris if he didn't start to shape up. So he'd spent the past few days alternating between the library and locked in his room. After putting the final touch on his English however, he decided it was time for a break, and a surf. Or at least a swim.

The swim wasn't necessary, as the waves were rolling perfectly. He almost felt like he was back home. Except back home girls didn't walk around on the beach topless. Johnny thought this was quite possibly THE best thing about European girls, and he almost got a whiplash turning around to look at one particularly.........buxom babe. Of course, this was Johnny, king of making himself look like a total tool. Not watching where he was going, he crashed into someone and fell onto his arse. His board flew out of his hand onto the sand beside him. His face reddened as he heard some girls giggling, and he looked up to see a guy standing over him, hand extended.

"Hey mate, she's right," he said in his distinctive "Aussie Drawl" that Sel was so crazy about. He accepted the extended hand and jumped up. "No harm no foul." He noted the board in the other guys hand. "You surf? I'm Johnny, how's it going?" He looked at the other guy's board with great interest. It was a six foot board, which was a good foot longer than his board. He admired those that used the longboards, a skill he hadn't mastered as skillfully yet. He looked out to the waves, and saw nobody else was out there. He hadn't surfed with anybody for a few weeks. "Wanna come back out with me? Show us ya stuff. I could probably teach you a thing or two," he laughed as he said this, to show he was making a joke of his own superiority.

[howie]

"Hey mate, she's right,"

Danny recognised the all too familiar accent straight away. He grabbed the man's hand and pulled him up on his feet.
''That accent...are you Australian?'' he asked just to confirm something he already knew. He had an aunt in Australia once, in fact, he was told that his family heritage came from the country. Of course when he was told that, his parents managed to miss out on an important part,that he was born in this San.

A slight chuckle escaped from Dan's mouth as the Australian teen asked if he surfs. Daniel picked up his surf board and waved it in front of him, ''Uhh..Hell yeah I do.'' he said with a smile. He was in the mood for sarcasm that day, and looks like his chance arrived.
''Danny. Jones. '' he replied as the other guy introduced himself. He never introduced his name as Daniel, it was just too formal for him.''Nice to meet you too. '' he added as they shook hands.

Johnny offered for them to take a turn on the waves for a surf. A huge grin appeared on Danny's face. He was already warmed up.''Oh, don't be so sure, mate.'' he teased, using the other male's accent fluently.He held his board tightly as they walked down to the water. He brushed pass a woman with long, blonde hair. Being the guy he is, he turned around to check her out. She was hot.She looked even hotter in the tight black bikini. As he looked up to her face, he realised that she was checking him out too. ''Sexy tatts.'' she said .''Thank's sexy legs.'' he complimented back . As her girlfriends were calling for her, she gave Danny a wink. ''See you around.'' she said in a seductive tone and left. He turned his attention back to Johnny.

[umbrella]

[w] I hope you don’t mind me waltzing in.

Marseille was interesting. Emma’d probably have to leave soon though, unless she could catch a ride back. She’d walked from Sanglignée. Maybe hitchhiking would work? She’d done it all the way from Wales (though she doubted that begging money until she had enough to buy a plane ticket counted) and look where she was now. Talent, it might be called. Maybe not. She gave a monstrous yawn as she leaned against the rail of the wooden staircase that led down to the actual beach. She kind of missed going. No, it wasn’t because of the sound of the ocean, or the look of the waves that calmed her. It was just the smell. The salty, fresh-smelling smelly smell that she liked. It wasn’t particularly calming or soothing or any other synonym (There was also the fact that she didn’t need much calming, seeing as she was rather calm already), it was just...well…nice. No other reason. Emma was simple like that.

There was one thing Emma didn’t like about French beaches: nudity. You know, if somebody wants to see your tits, they could ask, you could politely show them, and all that stuff. In fact, she didn’t doubt that she was the only person on this beach at the moment that was fully clothed. It was the first thing that probably made her stick out like a sore thumb, before she spoke in her very…uh…limited French and you saw her massive feet. Anyway, back to beaches. It was crowded, and Emma wasn’t very much into crowding. No, she much preferred room to stretch out. That was why she was on the staircase. She assumed that everybody that was going to come today had come, and she’d have a pretty clear sitting area.

Her eyes followed the people running around like ants below her. There was a sea of beach towels and people tanning (about half of whom were stark naked), couples taking strolls, countless gaggles of girls in very, very shrunken and exposing bikinis, and surfers dotting the water. Another yawn escaped Emma’s mouth and she stretched out her legs, in turn almost tripping a couple topless girls. “Sorry.” Emma said quickly, standing up and looking down. Maybe she should find a new spot? Five people had come in the past ten minutes. Well, good luck finding a spot on the beach. God, will you shut the hell up for once? Emma went down the wooden staircase and onto the sand. Well, she certainly felt stupid. Sneakers on the beach. With a sigh and a scratch at the back of her head, she went on her way. The only place she could walk without almost tripping over people in every direction was almost right next to the water. Granted it was still rather crowded, but less so.

Sexy tatts.

Huh. Emma always found flirting rather amusing.

Thanks sexy legs.

Emma’s had snapped up. A bit too quickly, seeing as she almost ran into a gaggle of tall, blond girls in extremely tight bikinis before she realized what was happening. But that was a voice she recognized. Where was it?…the park. She’d heard it in the park. Danny Jones was his name, wasn’t it? She hoped he hadn’t seen her. That would ruin the whole invisible thing she had going on. And then she’d have to deal with (enter the shuddering) introductions. So she kept her head down, and stared intently at the toes of her shoes as she walked. Not such a good idea. She ran into another gaggle of tall and busty girls and nearly fell over. Trying again, she got smacked in the forehead with a surfboard. Trying once more, she ran into Mr. Danny Jones. “Sorry!” she said to all of them, trying to stand still so as not to bump into anybody else. There went her cover. Avoidance was now in order for the next three months, so he would forget her appearance. Then she could start over with invisibility. “Sorry.” She repeated, before attempting to walk again. Once more unsuccessful. Grumbling she went back over to the vicinity where Danny and the man he was talking to was. “I guess I’m stuck for awhile.” Emma mumbled.

Why didn’t she just stay on the staircase?