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kondo kozue | 近藤 梢 ([info]anthesphoria) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-02-06 17:18:00

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Entry tags:beachthread, kou, kozue, maeko, masami, misaki, seiko, tom, toshimi

Who: Kozue and people and the beach
What: Beach.
Where: Beach.
When: Be-- I mean, daytime.
Why: You don't need to ask. I'll just say beach


It was the first day of the beach trip, and Kozue had already staked out her spot on the sand—here was the lounge chair she had dragged out, here her towel spread across the chair, there her things in a large bag, and, most importantly, Kozue herself, prepared to tan and look fabulous and relax, relax, relax.

(Of course her swimsuit was geared more towards show off, show off, show off, but you don't want chunky tan lines, now do you?)
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[info]thrown_to_winds
2010-02-07 03:48 am UTC (link)
Toshi had brought her own beach towel.

Faded, colorless, and threadbare in patches, it wasn't much of a sight, spread out on the beach in a spot out of earshot from where the anyone else the team had set up. It was flimsy and there were holes in a few places. The edges were frayed. When the wind blew, the corners of the towel flapped about and threw sand in Toshimi's eyes.

Her bathing suit, at least, was in better shape, although it was a far cry from the new bathing suits that most of her teammates wore. She'd purchased hers...when? Two years ago? Three? Toshimi didn't remember. Nor did she care to remember. She had no use for a bathing suit in Iburi. She wasn't supposed to; she'd only packed the swimsuit in the first place because she'd emptied her closet back home when she moved.

She alternated between staring at the sea and burying her face in her ratty old beach towel, facing away from it.
The smile on her face was unnaturally wide.

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