|Kytana Rogers (underpressurexx) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2016-04-09 14:03:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, ~james bond, ~kytana rogers|
Who: Kytana Rogers & James Bond
Where: The Pier
What: Getting things settled
Rating: TBD/Medium for Bond, James Bond
The night before had gone pretty darn well by her approximation, except that part when she had to tell the young man she had a crush for she also had a daughter only a few years younger than her from some future timeline where she had a love affair with the one and only Bond. In all fairness sometimes she wondered if they were from the same timeline, given her stint with the agent a while back. And...sometimes she thought about him, but that was mostly before she had met Tony. And definitely before Tony had sent her nudes.
She was young and allowed to play! Don't judge!
After getting only a few hours sleep, restless with good feelings and anxiety battling in her gut, Kytana got up early and went for a swim. She brought with her a small tie-dyed duffle bag stuffed full of a towel, a comb, some clothes, water, and snacks. Leaving the house has been a flurry of her hair, streaked with rainbow as usual, upper half fitted into a bikini top all too thin and all too small while her lower half wore jeans and Keds brand sneakers without socks. Her bike roared to life and purred down the streets until reaching the small flat area where people could park at the pier. Flinging herself off the bike she ran with all too much energy for someone who hadn't slept down the wooden walkway, kicking off her shoes and throwing off her jeans haphazardly on the way.
Splash. The water rippled as she part the waves, her rainbow hair chalk rinsing away in the sea leaving a colorful swirl in her wake. Below the water her legs twist and wrapped around themselves, transforming into a long fin of turquoise blues with lighter blue scales and flukes. Kytana swam for hours. She dove down deep and picked up this and that from the underwater kingdom. She stopped to chat with Cristiano while he was on patrol--silly boy, but practical, before returning to the surface in time to meet with James. She had no idea what to say. A part of her thought maybe if she never showed up that would be okay...but her parents had taught her better. So the blonde surfaced and then scoot along the sand until she beached herself and simply lay in the sand, the tide lapping at her tail just enough to keep her shifted. And now...the wait.