Frisbees on the Beach
Roleplaying Log: Frisbees on the Beach
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Synopsis:

Drake and Carmilla meet up on the beach again. Frisbees are stolen. Wrestling occurs.

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IC Date: August 14, 2019
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Posted On: 14 Aug 2019 11:30
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Late afternoon! The sun is dawdling down towards the western horizon, leaving long shadows and casting a warm, near-crimson glow across the sky. Most beach-goers have cleared out. As it is, everyone but Drake - to his knowledge - has bailed on his little spit of sand, leaving the young man to stand on his own. Hands are laced together behind his neck, shoulders back, hair tussling in the seabreeze as he looks out over the mysterious blue yonder.

His bundle of belongings is several feet behind him, safely out of range of the lapping shore. But his feet? Not so much. A nefarious frisbee may remain dry, but his toes are frequently dipped in the rolling water. Not that he seems to mind. His expression is purely content, gaze miles upon miles away. Rather peaceful.

* * *

"Holy shit. You're actually here." Carmilla's voice is softand slightly low, a slow drawl that teases the ears and ends up reminiscent of liquid smoke. She's approaching across the beach from Drake's left, her hands tucked behind her back. She's wearing a one piece blue swimsuit that matches her jade eyes and a green and blue 'sea coloured' sarong narrowly wrapped around her hips.

"Wasn't sure I'd run into you out here this time. It's been a little while, huh?" A wry smile crosses her lips and ultimately she comes to a stop meters from Drake himself, near his stuff. Slowly, the young woman bends down to retrieve the frisbee from the and. "Mm. I remember this thing…"

* * *

Drake Riley turns at the sound of the voice, catching sight of the green-haired girl in the swimsuit. And, naturally, what's the first thing he does?

"A one-piece? Classy, but I didn't take you for shy," he tease-flirts. And he fully expects her to lob the frisbee at him for it. "It /has/ been a little while. Kind'a got the feeling you'd forgotten all about me and the promises to drag ya away to a cave somewhere."

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"I didn't forget," Carmilla replies, rolling her eyes."I just thought you'd put more /effort/ into it, pretty boy." The word 'effort' is accompanied by a low strain, one that immediately becomes identifiable as that of putting her entire slender frame behind the motion of lobbing the frisbee full force at Drake's head. Were it a heavier object this might even be dangerous. As it is, hard plastic can still sting.

This done Carmilla straightens back up and brushes her hands free of any residual sand. She slowly takes a deep breath and holds it for a couple of beats. "Even when they're planning a kidnapping guys are still unreliable. Jesus Christ."

* * *

Drake Riley saw it coming! And when it started on his way, he saw it coming in a literal sense! It's snatched before it hits his head, thankfully, but the force is noted. And it gets a snicker. He pads his way through the sand towards her, only to pause at what she says, giving her an odd look. "What?"

* * *

"You." Carmilla gestures with her left hand, indicating Drake in general and shaking her head in a flurry of dark tresses. "Plans to club me and drag me back to a cave, right? Here you are sitting aroudn on a beach, no club in sight, completely unprepared. Useless." Carmilla rolls her eyes then, throwing up her hands. "ALmost make a girl think you're trying to get out of your commitments or something."

* * *

Drake Riley blinks slowly at her. His eyes shift aside, then back to her, genuinely stumped for a moment. She.. wanted him to club her? No, surely not. She must mean to play. he can playfight! That could be fun.

His foot shifts back slightly.

And then he's pouncing at her!

Drake aims to bear the girl down to the sand in a sudden, but light, tackle! "You asked for it!"

* * *

Certainly, Carmilla was teasing Drake. It does not appear, however, that she was expecting him to abruptly leap at her. When the young man leaps in her direction she starts, lifting a foot from the sand in a maneuver that makes her easy pickings for a quick tackle from someone who, at a conservative estimate, outweighs her by probably fifty pounds. So the pair tumble into the sand abruptly. And then she's wrestling him.

Carmilla shifts to try to loop a leg around Drake's. She's clearly ready for a fight and- despite all appearances- she's also /strong/. Certainly for someone her size and build. So he might not expect the force with which she attempts to toss him into the sand next to her. A quick reversal. Good technique, too.

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Leg hooked and wrestling underway, Drake isn't shying back from the contest. He's going for her wrists, bringing his focus more on her upper-half while hers is on their lower. The girl's strength and technique is noted, and the two rollover. But Drake seems unwilling to simply lie back and let that be the end of it! His hips buck against hers with a torque, tugging on whatever shoulder or appendage that side's hand has managed to nab (though /not/ hair, one should specify) in an effort to keep the momentum going. Though he isn't quite utilizing X-Men training here, it is a little difficult to turn it off as a natural inclination at this point in time. In short: they both have little tells about more than strictly civilian backgrounds.

Nevertheless, regardless of whether or not he can pin her down with the next turn-over, she'll be face-to-face with him and his playful, impish smile.

* * *

It's definitely a struggle, kicking up sand in all directions as the pair wrestle their way across the beach. At some point, Carm loses her sarong but she is somewhere past caring by the time her hands end up grasping for Drake's upper arm and shoulder. They roll in the sand, and again, until things finally shake out with Carmilla on top- at least for the moment. Intensely green eyes stare down into Drake's, for as long as the small woman ends up being on top of the heap. Body mass being as much of a factor as it is, the situation may change. Carm, it should be noted, is not smiling the same way Drake is. She's… Glowering, if anything. Of course, if she were /too/ angry she probably wouldn't be fighting fair.

* * *

The struggle is wonderfully intense, and perhaps even a little guilty on Drake's end. He's a guy, after all. Carmilla's an attractive female. To his surprise, he's on his back when they reach at least their first little break in their match, the girl settled atop him. He shifts a little in the sand, against her, meeting that glowering look of hers with that continued bemused smile.

Suddenly, he's leaning in to bump noses with her. Boop! No words given. No warning. Carefree, is the modus operandi.

* * *

"What on earth is wrong with- agh!" Drake bumps his nose against Carmilla and she actually recoils slightly, rolling leftward and off of the man in a smooth motion. "What is wrong with you?" Carm asks, still scowling. Then she takes a deep breath, shakes her head in a flurry of black tresses- and laughs. Just a little bit. "Okay. Fine. You got me. Jeeze." Whether Drake is guilty about their wrestling or not Carmilla seems to be fine as she pops up to a seated position. "You really are out here all the time, aren't you?"

* * *

Drake Riley blinks as she rolls off of him, a little disappointed that things have been cut short! Or, cut short as far as he's concerned. He quickly rolls over to all fours and snickers. "No, I didn't get you. You got me. You bailed before I got you," he replies, voice taking on that playful-flirty undertone again. But he's then raising his left hand from the sand in a middling, if animated shrug. "I like the beach. What can I say? And it seems to suit you, too."

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"When there aren't many people around," Carmilla replies quietly. She shakes her head slowly and then sucks in another deep breath. Fingers trail through the sand beside her as the woman settles into her new seat. Then she leans acorss the and and stretches a hand all the way out to snag her sarong. It slips through her fingers on an errant gust of wind and floats off toward the water. The sarong lands in the sand a few meters away. Carmilla pauses. "New plan. You need to go catch that! It's your fault it's flying away!" She points at the garment fo emphasis.

* * *

Drake Riley smirks a little at her. When there aren't many people around, she lets herself relax. Good to know. He notices her swiping for the sarong, and it flutters away. "Obviously nature's way of reminding you you're on a beach. Should be showin' off the legs," he teases as he looks back at her. But he shifts back onto his knees, fists propping to his hips. "What do I get if I /do/ catch it for ya?," he challenges.

* * *

"Me not to kick your ass for knocking it off of me in the first place," Carmilla retorts. She's back to scowling, arms crossed over her chest as she turns to stare Drake down. "Seriously. You're the one who caused the problem. Help me out here." She starts to move alogn the beach, perpendicular to Drake. The sarong skips a few more feet, crossing a few shells. "You have longer arms, you'll catch it easier than I will."

* * *

"'Cuz I let you pin me?," chides Drake, obviously attempting to goad her. But he lifts to his feet and trudges - slowly - towards the sarong. It drifts further away. "Ugh. Carmilla, I.. ugh. I just can't," he bemoans. "I seem to lack the motivation to hide your legs!" Should she look back at him with that, he'll perk an eyebrow at her.

* * *

"Well, that's okay," Carmilla calls out in a matter-of-fact tone. She looks down at something near her feet. Then she asks rather casually, "Was there anything your bag that you still need or should I just toss the whole thing into the ocean with my /clothes/?"

Well, on the plus side the frisbee isn't with Carmilla. Just everything else Drake left behind on the beach.

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