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Felicia Hardy ([info]felinefelicia) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-21 16:02:00
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Who: Felicia & Terry
What: Surfs Up, Arrival
When: Early Morning
Where: Beach, A building
Rating: PG
Status: Complete


The first night here had been enjoyable. As much as she would like to get home, she had no way of actually doing that on her own. She'd have to find help, find out how she'd been brought here in the first place. Until then, why not enjoy herself? Besides, there were worst places to be trapped. At least this one gave her nearly everything she wanted, including her kittens, one of which followed close on her heels as she strode out of the bedroom. Felicia grinned down at it and continued on her way, deciding to figure out what else this place offered.

Stepping outside, her brow furrowed together in mild confusion. She realized it had been dark when she arrived the night before, but it hadn't been a beach resort. That much she was sure of. Still, she shrugged it off and returned to the room. You'd hear no complaints from her. Felicia preferred the beach to some old ranch any day.

A day at the beach required a change of clothes though. Black and white bikini, a pair of flip-flops, a towel, and a surf board she'd found leaning against the wall by the door upon returning. She'd learned to surf a bit in L.A. because she'd never been the sort to just lay out in the sun, preferring to be up and moving. That and the guy who'd offered to teach her at the time was pretty cute.

Felicia grabbed a bagel for breakfast and had one of the golems pack her an old school bag lunch before heading down to the beach. She'd known a few surfers who would be out at the crack of dawn for the best waves, beaches free of tourists. She figured it was still early enough, clear morning sky, and not quite as hot as it would be later. She kicked her shoes off in the sand and set out the towel, making sure to put of plenty of sunblock before paddling out into the water. The first few waves were puny, but afforded her the chance to get in some practice before trying for anything bigger.


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