Characters:Wicked OTA Setting: Genosha beach late Tuesday morning Content:Nothing bad Summary: Beach time in February
Yes this was long over due. And the damage had already been done, she was developing a tan...or was it sunburn? She had been to the edges of the island but never stayed long enough to enjoy it. Now seemed like as good a time as any. Magneto was giving her a mission which meant she was hardly going to have the time to enjoy the island. She was always there to either run or practice snagging the attention of a few sea dwelling spirits. Today, however,was devoted to sand castles. It wasn't warm enough to swim but for Wicked it was warm enough to take off her shoes, roll up her jeans and indulge in childhood right of passage she missed.
"Don't look at me like that, it's my first try," Nevermind his cold eye socketts or the fact he couldn't facially emote because of his lack of Jaw, Wicked knew sass when she saw it. Though she had to admit her sand castles wasn't so much a castle as it was a pile of wet sand,shells and seaweed.
"Why don't you go make yourself useful and get more shells?" She instructed.