Finally, a chance to get away! {OPENNN}

[The Jester]

Winona sighed blissfully as she relaxed on the beach, a pair of sunglasses over her eyes and a sky blue bikini covering her body. It was a gorgeous day at Rainbow Beach, the noon sun blazing gloriously in the sky, offering beachgoers a warm setting and an excellent chance to get a tan.

I really hope I don't encounter any stupid flirters. Winona thought. She shuddered (causing a few other people to glance at her oddly, as no one would be shivering in this heat) at the thought of some sleazy guy who thought he was a chick magnet coming up to her and saying some terrible pick-up line. Ugh. If that happened, she'd kick the guy between his legs. She smirked evilly as she pictured the scenario in her mind.
Sitting up, she glanced around at the other people shiftily, then reached into a bag of supplies (food, sunscreen, etc.) she'd brought and pulled out a Swellow plushie. She grinned and squeezed it happily, hoping no one was watching her.

(FAILFAIL.)

[The Jester]

Winona twitched. Someone had seen her with her plushie. And they were commenting rather rudely on it.
Winona turned to look and saw a young girl sitting next to her, about 17 or 18. She quickly stuffed the plushie back into the bag, although she realized it was futile.
"...because I like Swellow. Leave me alone." The Gym Leader said, unable to resist blushing.
"Why do you care, anyway? Do you just like harassing people because of random things that you disapprove of?" She asked, attempting to retaliate against the girl's sarcasm.

[pineappleluff]

Cynthia sighed blissfully as the warm ocean breeze carried over her skin. Goodness yes, this was exactally what she needed. Stretching her arms out to either side, as if to soak up as many of the suns rays for herself as possible, Cynthia smiled plesantly. Though Cythia was not one to be out in the sun a lot, and her pale skin noted this, she planned to change that. At least while in a new place. Kanto, lovely as of so far of what she had seen.

She lowered one arm to her hip and lowered the other enough so she didn't walk around with one arm sticking out obtrusively, but so her canvas beach bag wouldn't spill its contents all over the sand. Surveying the beach she spotted a nice spot, near enough to the ice cream place to get a nice air conditioned puff of wind every once and awhile, but far enough so she wouldn't constantly have to deal with the noise from the line. And the beach was near enough to enjoy without getting sprayed with salt water, though it wouldn't be to far or uncomfortable to go to the waters. Yes, perfect. Everything was perfectly perfect.

Except the nagging urge to cover up or at least tug at the bathing suit that seemed to constantly be riding up all over the place. Well, it was the beach! And no way was she going to lounge around in long black clothes and get heatstroke. But still, it was more skin than she had probably shown since she was five, and enjoyed tossing her clothes off and running around screaming.

Her bathing suit was cute, which was the only way she'd been ever to walk to the beach in it. It was black, of course, and technically a one peice. But it was one of those fun cut away bathing suits. it was almost tube top like on top, with one strap made of rings help together by string over her right shoulder, the other bare. But on the left side of her body the black material covered her entire side. However, it cut away from the right to expose the majority of her tummy and back. How fun.

Laying her towel down as best she could without having to bend over she inspected the area then, content, plopped down with her bag at her side. Mhmm, this is going to be good.

[Mim]

It didn't feel too bad, since she wore a dress most of the time. The suit looked rather nice in its shade of red (promptly dubbed 'Magma Red'), keeping the familiar crimson around the woman's body. The bottom was alright; she'd slipped the skirt-like cover on along with the swimsuit itself and let the meshy material brush against her skin while trudging to the beach.

She'd almost forgotten that it was her two fellow Admins who'd trapped her here, the two perverts. Marge had known something was up when Mack had practically dragged her from the Base to some shopping center and stranded her in the summer section with the threat of telling Maxie about her recent wine-spiking exploits if she didn't buy something. He'd also said something about a 'mandatory vacation at the beach' for her alone, since apparently the men could totally chill in the Base. The whole store had been filled with swimsuits, making Marge instantly suspect Mitch to be waiting for Mack in the telescope and binoculars aisle. Of course, she'd had no choice but to buy a suit, but she had a decent laugh at Mack's expression when she hung it conspicuously on her closet door for the one night before her departure. No doubt the two men had expected a full blown bikini, sneaky bastards. With that thought in mind Marge had gone for the tank top combo.

She tugged restlessly at the said tank top as her speed limped along, the woman meandering down the beach toward all the people. In all truth it wasn't much of a tank top and a better exercising...training shirt thing . A dark but still fiery red, it strapped its way over both shoulders and flowed smoothly to just below her ribcage, undecorated but for the black trim that led to a knot of material at the bottom left of the clothing article, almost rose-like in the intricacy of its tying. (Marge had been very bored on the flight over.) The bottom half of the outfit was similar, skirt and underlying bottom piece the same red with black borders.

Now she was shuffling along, barely letting the waves lap at her feet, a towel draped over one arm and a small bag slung over her shoulder. Sadly, it was not the bag she'd originally packed, the one labeled 'KICKASS KIT'. Marge suspected her Swellow of letting Mitch switch her bags; the bird worried too much about her. Now she only had innocent things such as sunscreen and tanning...goop. Those idiot pricks probably wanted her to just give in to the tanning...If she ever closed her eyes today, she swore to herself it'd be with a Pokeball in one hand and a spray bottle of bug repellent in the other.

Tch, she was in the 'people' part of the beach now. The hand holding her bag in place twitched slightly, fingers clenching a moment, as Marge worked her jaw uselessly.
Gum.
Her gum.
A few minutes later she was spreading the suspiciously red towel out onto a patch of dry sand and chewing on a new piece of gum.
Yes, the towel was actually her smuggled-over Magma cloak. She let her bag fall onto the hood of the tough cape, then sat propped up against a warm slab of rock emerging from the sand behind her.

Maybe if she got some ice cream she wouldn't be so bored.
But she was already chewing her gum...Marge popped a bubble and turned her head nonchalantly to eye the distant rises and falls of sand while facing the rest of the crowd.
If she saw one hint of a Magma cloak, or the flash of sunlight glancing off binocular lenses, she was calling Vuori out to send a flaming jet of tanning oil at whoever it was.

|| BAHAHA. ||

[The Jester]

("Child's scream"?)

"Wait, wh- ack!" Winona started to say, but was interrupted by a small, furry brown mass tackling her and assaulting her face with its tongue, hence the yelp. It tickled, causing the Leader to giggle helplessly as the Eevee licked her. The same girl from before, apparently the Eevee's trainer, walked over and apologized quietly, her face bright red.

"Uh, It's - hehe - okay. Just get him or her away from my - hee - face before I - hah - burst out laughing and - giggle - embarrass myself." Winona replied, attempting to avoid laughing while talking (and failing, as you can see from the above dialogue).

(Nngh short.)

[pineappleluff]

Just soaking up the sun her attention was diverted to a not far off yelp, and lazily rolled her neck till her eyes fell upon a girl who looked mildly familiar giggling whiole another apologized. Chances were Cynthia probably knew the giggling girl if something in her mind had rung familiar, even if she couldn't put a name to the partial face she saw. Of course, she had memorized every gym leader and elite four member and champion from each of the areas simply because she'd had the time. Some had stuck, usually the champions and elite four since their were fewer to remember, but the gym leaders were all nestled in her memory somewhere. She'd remember eventually, and was not in anyway feeling pressed to firgure it out right away. It might nag at her later, but for now the ice cream line behind the two had her attention.

Unconciously she licked her lips, getting some salt water as she did. That decided it, ice cream was needed. Digging around in her bag breifly she extracted a decent sum of money for ice cream and popped up, unable to resist the glee the prospect of the cool sweet brought to her. Candy always had brough out the child in her.

Popping up off her towel she hummed to herself as she strolled toward the ice cream, inconspicuously attempting to get a better glimpse at the not so strange strangers face. Qhich was currently covered in eevee saliva. Awesome.

[Mim]

By Groudon, it was boring at the beach.

Marge stared at the waves doing their little rolling act in the water in front of her, one hand trailing around randomly in the sand as her mind wandered. Every now and then she'd pop a gum bubble and uncross, then recross her legs.

Other than the warmth and the nice way the sand piled dryly around her, this place wasn't much. She looked around, then lifted a hand to tuck a bit of hair behind her ear again.

Bah, forget it. She pushed up from her sitting position, then shuffled a bit in place and got her feet half buried while digging for a Pokeball. "Vuori, watch the place while I'm off," she told the Numel as he materialized from the sphere, nodded slowly at her and settled down on her cloak/towel to doze in the sunlight. Marge rolled her eyes at the small Pokemon and grabbed a small purse-like pouch from the larger bag before turning to lope over the beach. While working the handbag's wrist strap over her left hand, she glanced at the people she was weaving through and almost snorted. So many normal people, out for a simple, relaxing day. Romping children, peaceful adults, and young women getting attacked by Eevees.

...Wait.

Her eyes flickered back to the two girls for a quick double-take, the Admin barely slowing as she took in the scene with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Mmk, enough acknowledgment. She raised her eyes back to her current path and blinked.
Um, ice cream. Okay.
Well, she had her wallet with her anyways.

[The Jester]

(Ah. I thought you might have been referring to a possible yelp on Winny's part. xD)

Winona smiled. The kid, apparently named Blue (how odd), wasn't so bad after all.
"I'm Winona. And, It's okay. I know it's strange for someone my age to still like to hug plushies. Kinda the reason I tried to make sure no one was looking before taking it out, heh..." She replied, blushing.

(Nngh even shorter. WHYYYY~ MUST I HAVE NO MUSE)

[pineappleluff]

Cynthia thanks Arceus for her keen ears and stopped dead in her tracks, wheeling around on one foot. Well, as best as one could in sand. Which nearly landed her and a woman in a crimson tankini thing sprawling in the sand. Thnkfully she hopped sideways, avoiding the pontential crash. She'd never been to concious of her surrondings, and often narrowly avoided such mishaps.

"Sorry!" she apologized, eyes flashing to the strangers face before roving back to the two, whose names she had over head thanks to her lovely ears. Changing course casually she strolled over to the two, stopping on the other side of...Winona's towel. Haha, all she had needed was the name and she had remembered! Winona, flying-type leader at the Fourtree gym in Hoenn. Funny that she should be here in Kanto also, but perhaps she was not the only one in need of a break.

Smiling formally at the two, even though the other one, Blue, had no place in her prior memory. "Hello, I'm Cynthia. And I know you're Winona, leader of the Fourtree gym. I'm the champion of Sinnoh's elite four," Goodness she hadn't meant it to sound that haughty! "And I just thought I'd introduce myself since we both seem to be enjoying a nice day at the same beach in Kanto!" she finished lamely, suddenly remembering she had no purpose upon learning Winona's name of actually going and talking to her. How odd.

Shaking it off she smiled plesantly, for once glad for the ridiculous scrap of clothing deemed 'bathing suit'. At least it let the occasional ocean breeze take some of the edge of the heat. Cynthia wasn't used to such heat and sun in a single situation. Not that she'd ever let anybody know!

[The Jester]

(Fortree, actually. No U.)

"Oh, uh, hi. Uh, I guess we are, heh..." Winona replied to the Sinnoh champion, who had randomly walked over and said hi. The Leader felt awkward talking so casually to someone of such a higher rank than her, even if she was from a different region. Although Cynthia appeared to look rather awkward, herself.

(Try as I might, I can't think of any more. Wehh.)

[Wrath]

While there were children scattered all about the beach, running and playing their imaginative little games, there was one child in particular that stood out from the rest. A purple-haired boy could be seen splashing swiftly through the spray, a bug catching net held firmly in his grasp. His green-blue eyes were focused on a powdery-winged Butterfree floating merrily along the coast.
At twelve years of age, Bugsy was becoming less a child and more a teenager. However, with his carefree expression and decided lack of angst, he wasn't hitting the old teenage years quite yet.
As the young Johto gym leader got ever closer to his winged quarry, he began to swing his net at it. The motions and strikes were not the careless and amateur swings of a child. On the contrary, they were well-aimed and sure; the work of a professional.
Despite Bugsy's experience, however, he could do nothing when the Butterfree whirled upward, gaining altitude and leaving the chase behind.
The boy gave a disappointed sigh, facing the sand below him for a moment so that his purple hair fell forward before his face.
"Next time!" He suddenly proclaimed, his face brightening into a hopeful and determined smile.
He shouldn't even have chased that silly Butterfree anyway! He was at the beach to relax, to have some fun! And this was made evident by his green swim trunks, which, rather ironically, were longer than his usual choice of pants.
He had set up a towel (printed all over with Yanma, of course!) nearby on the sand, where his pokeballs lay, watched over by Bugsy's Metapod.
He was all set to have some fun in the sun! Bugsy smiled merrily to himself, looking around at all the people around him. This was a nice place. Everyone was having a lot of fun. People and pokemon alike!
It brightened the Bug-obsessed boy to see it.
However, just as he stood out from the other children scurrying about, there were a few people that stood out to him. In fact...Was that not the Sinnoh CHAMPION?
Bugsy didn't know the faces of many people, but Cynthia was very distinctive.
Wishing to go say hello to the famous trainer, he shyly approached, and when he was within distance he spoke.
"Uhm, excuse me. I-I just wanted to say hello." Bugsy told politely, blushing and giving a slight bow both to the champion and the woman she was speaking to.

OoC:// Uhm that was fail, sorry. xP

[pineappleluff]

Wow, it was akward on awkward here! Not Cynthia style at all! This would not do! Letting the previous awkward atmophere float away in her minds eye she looked out over the ocean then back at Winona and Blue...And a new addition?

Cynthia's cute-o-meter nearly exploded out of the side of her head. Purple hair and green swim trunks and obviously in the wonderful stange of preteen-ism. Cynthia herself hadn't been particularly fond of those years, but other people enjoying them were simply her favorites. It was where they still retained minor child-pudge, but could show signs of growing up, but their minds remained mature enough to handle tasks and understand most mature conversations...without being giant perverts. Sometimes Cynthia honestly believed the male mind reached it's height of intelligence at the preteen age, then swiftly declined into teenagerdom. And he was so polite!

"Well hello!" she chirped, resisting the urge to snuggle him, "You're...Bugsy right? I was about to invite Winona and Blue to come swimming with me, and you too, if you want?" with this she looked to Winona and Blue, beaming despite herself. She was not a sucker for babies or toddlers or anything of the like. Cynthia adored preteens. In a totally on pedophlic way.

[nickbo]

Flint had thought that purple-haired brat had been doing it wrong.

So maybe he was young. Flint could see that much as he lurked behind a sand-castle; he had taken it over as a hiding place from his target shade. Sure, the kid building it had been little protective and freakishly fearful of him at first but soon they warmed up to each other, even engaging in small talk. The small talk from Flint, however, mostly consisted of the GODDESS CYNTHIA HIS ONE AND ONLY LOVE OF TRUE AND UTTER BEAUTY.

Yes, his obsession completely healthy love interest. W-who was wearing a swimming costume. THIS WAS THE BESTEST DAY OF HIS LIFE. The gleeful expression was smeared across his face still and he had been giggling with happiness earlier. He was pretty sure the kid had appreciated the Champion's exhibition of skin too although that kid was sadly not interested on his sandcastle. That was truly quite a sight too; it seemed like some sort of impossible structure of sand as it towered rather high and seemed to have an unnatural amount of details. Hence the elite four member was able to hide behind it successfully and even his afro was concealed.

Yes, his beautiful, wondrous and splendiferous afro. Usually he would display it proudly to the world but, alas, as this was a stalking mission he had to be inconspicuous. Though he still wore the usual, obnoxious bright yellow shirt and such rather then throwing some sort of swim suit on himself. After all, when stalking coincidentally finding Cynthia and then following coincidently going in the same direction Flint hadn't intended to find a beach. He thought he was still prepared enough anyway; he still had his sandals on anyway. People usually used sandals for the beach anyway. So he had those to be all inconspicuous with. That and the massive sand castle which seemed to be turning out to be based on that voodoo, creepy tower in Lavender city he supposed (jesus, it was already taller then he was; how'd a kid construct something like that from just sand!?).

WHATEVER. As said before it was good cover from his violent love shade. However he watched from there, clearly horrified by... The little prepubescent male who took the nerve to approach Cynthia? Rage radiated from the afro as he glared around from behind the tower. A-and then... Cynthia was kind to the brat.

Wh-why was she kind to some vertically-challenged, under-developed male!? It was he who was the sexy one, he who had the afro and he

[/i] who was clearly reincarnated win! Flint wasn't even sure he was hearing or seeing it properly and he climbed onto the sand castle for better sound and view. Bu-but yes. Cynthia was betraying his utter love and devotion.

"C-Cyynnthia!"[/b]

The Elite Four member cried it out as he watched the sight, shaking his head as if hoping it wasn't true. Still gripping onto the sand-castle Lavender Tower castle in a position akin to that of the iconic King-Kong image he belted out towards his obsession, "I-I thought we had something! Don't go off and do something with that little boy; I can offer you loads more if y'know what I meeeeaaannn!

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[The Jester]

"Er?" Winona looked to see who Cynthia was talking to and saw a little boy, who looked about in his... preteens, maybe? He was very cute, which seemed to be why Cynthia appeared to be holding back from flat-out glomping him. He looked familiar...
"Wait a minute, aren't you one of the Johto region Gym Leaders?" She asked, remembering where she'd seen the boy. See, when Winona was looking for a place to vacation (she'd chosen Kanto, obviously), she had researched the regions' Gym Leaders out of curiosity, and at some point, she'd found the list of Johto Gym Leaders and (after about an hour of staring at Falkner's photo/bio and wondering if he had a girlfriend) saw Bugsy's photo. She now recognized him from that photo.

Aaaand then some guy with a bright red afro climbed onto a large sandcastle and shouted something at Cynthia. Winona couldn't quite hear him that well because she was desperately trying to ignore him seeing how he looked kinda crazy he was rather far away.

"Am I right in assuming that you two know each other?" Winona asked Cynthia, pointing at the screaming redhead.

[Wrath]

To say that Bugsy was happy when Cynthia, the Sinnoh CHAMPION, not only greeted him warmly but knew his name would have been an understatement. To use an analogy that would have pleased the boy, his expression glowed brighter than a Volbeat's tail.
"Y-yes! I'm Bugsy!" He replied, his eyes wide and his lips curved upwards into a huge grin. "It's wonderful to meet you, miss Cynthia!" He told, giving yet another courteous bow.
But when Cynthia invited him to go swimming, Bugsy's face went blank.
"I'd be honoured!" He breathed, unable to believe his good fortune. He stared up at her, shocked at her generous offer.
When the female who Cynthia had been speaking to spoke to him, Bugsy turned to face her, realizing that she too was familiar. He couldn't quite remember her name, a fact which he was very ashamed of, but he was certain he had seen pictures of her when visiting Falkner's gym. She was probably a Flying-type expert from another region.
“Yes, I’m the Azelea Town gym leader, Bugsy! Bug types are my specialty!” he told, pointing merrily toward his Yanma-patterned towel, where his vigilant Metapod sat motionless. “Uhm…are you a Gym Leader from Hoenn? I-I’m afraid I can’t recall your name.” He said, squinting at her as if to help him place her. At the latter comment Bugsy gazed down, completely crestfallen. It was just so rude!
However, Bugsy’s shame vanished when he heard another voice, this one masculine, shouting out the name of Cynthia. He turned to see a wild-looking man with a ridiculous red afro clinging to a sandcastle. As if by instinct, the boy placed himself protectively between Cynthia and the crazy man. Shooting a glance at his towel, where his pokeballs lay, Bugsy suddenly wished he had left them under the protection of one of his pokemon that was better at moving. As it was, Bugsy was on his own.
However, yet another realization dawned on Bugsy, and he almost fell over. THE CRAZY WAS ONE OF THE ELITE FOUR!
“Isn’t he one of the Sinnoh Elite Four?” Bugsy asked incredulously, gazing back at Cynthia. “Wh-why’s he so crazy?”