Letting out a thrilled shrill, the girl with the pigtails ran back into the crystal clear water. This was probably her tenth or so go around. She was having a blast. This vacation was just what she needed. It was her escape from reality and a dream come true. Paradise, it kissed her toes and put a smile on her face.

Those big brown eyes of hers turned to take in a slender man dressed in black and blue swim trunks. With a giddy laugh, she raced to his side. Pips Wysocki was her name and she was only eight years old. Being an orphan, she grew up without having a brother, but, to her, this handsome beau was that long, lost brother she dreamed of. His name was Sam Quinn; he was a twenty some odd year old college drop out (more like flunk out) who was sweet as sweet ice tea.

His hands were now wrapped around her chubby little fingers that picked up a nice coating of white sand. Wide-eyed and still sporting that large grin, she give him a good tug forward. His stance was broken and he toppled forward, face first into the semi-warm sand.

"C'mon, Sammy! C'mon! We need to make a castle!"

"A castle?" His blue eyes flicked toward her. "How big are we talking?" He envisioned that the little brunette wanted an elaborate castle that she could live in. He was skilled with his hands, but he wasn't that skilled. Such a thing also shouldn't be built from sand.

"HUUUUUUUGE, SAMMY. HUUUUUUUGE!" Her toes poked up and out of the sand she buried them in. "It'll be my new house!"

"Oh really?" his brow cocked as he gave the beach a good scan. Although this place was jam-packed full of people, the areas were pretty mellow with a fair share of people. It was just right. There was enough space to sprawl out and not bump into someone else. Waving at a woman in a sundress as she walked by, the raven turned back to Pips. "Okay, where shall we start?"

Thor sat helplessly, his 15 year old pudge taunting him. He wasn't fat, but he had never been in shape, either. He poked at a mound of sand with a twig, face pointed down. He was soooo bored.

Slowly, his back and upper neck started to fry in the hot sun.

She was wondering why she was sent here by her guardian as she walked on the beach sand while holding her shoes. She likes it when everytime the water splashes on her tiny feet and seeing many people are enjoying their self. To make herself busy she wonders if a pink shell really exists as she walked and walked while looking at the ground to find one.

She has given up and notice only a few people are here looking at the two people playing around the sand. She then realized she forgot to unpack her things before exploring the Island but when she was about to leave she saw a boy who seems his neck was getting red. She doesn’t have anything for a sunburn so she walked towards the boy and stand behind him to cover him from the sunlight. She knew she may end up being a weird girl in every person who may see her but she can’t help it. And also she doesn’t want to just touch or poke him thinking that maybe he is a person who doesn’t want to be touched by the stranger.

“Ummm you’ll burn your skin if you stay here for awhile…” as she looked at the boy’s back and saw the reddish neck “that must be hurt”.

He had been prowling for some time now. Stalking the row of slots and then circling the card tables, the well-trained criminal knew the task afoot would be hard but it was those hard missions that proved most tasteful. Wanting nothing more than to make a clean swipe and a safe getaway, his eyes watched the people again and again. Noting each face, each smirk, each uniform, he tried to draw everyone out in his mind. That man was about to lose it all and his wife was already gone, screwing another man. That busty lady would try to seduce that wealthy crook and both would end up cheating the other out of money and sex, respectively.

Todd had spent a great many years doing this - watching people and learning how to use these people to get what he wanted. Hand moving toward his glass of liquor, he drew the clear drink and its amber contents to his lips. It splashed down his throat and quenched his thirst. It was dirty and sinful, the way he liked it. It was everything he wanted in a drink and in a lady.

Rising from his spot, he paced yet again before turning toward the exit. He had spent too much time watching today to enact his crime. Later, he told himself, as later would ensure that he had all the bugs worked out. Recalling that 'slow and steady wins the race,' he moved toward the main lobby of the casino. There, along the railing that lead to the upper balcony, rested a very attractive woman. Lips curling up to reveal his devious grin, he approached her.

"What is a woman such as yourself doing out here so alone? Have you no date on this fine resort?" A voice as rich as velvet would filter into her ears and probably make her melt. Although, not all women were seduced by Todd's antics. It took a rather strong, independent woman to see through his facade and notice that he was, indeed, a master of crime.

Pink. It was everywhere. Fluffy and light, the sugary treat of air melted in his mouth. Needing more, his eyes flicked toward the booth that he purchased the cotton candy from. Of course, he mused, the line was ungodly long. How on earth was he to fix this craving if he had to wait in a line for five whole minutes. It wasn't worth it, Byrne decided.

Moving down the path, he stopped at a booth that was offering people a chance to win a large, pink unicorn. A five year old with her young parents looked eagerly at the stuffed creature. If was one of those shooting games that required a true marksmen to secure the large prize. The father was, without a doubt, a nerd who had no skill whatsoever holding a gun. The wife was too fat and round (pregnant again) to even sit on the stool. And what five year old knows how to hold a gun and shoot while looking?

Byrne stepped up to the booth and gave the brunette father a look. "I'll shoot in your place." His voice was cocky and full of much pride, but it was with that voice that the male relinquished his seat.

When the sound went off, Byrne had ten-seconds to knock down a tin object. Waiting until the last second, Byrne shot off the ten pegs, all of which collided into the ameba-shaped alien man. The tin object rolled backwards and the guy running the booth's jaw was on the floor.

"YAY! The unicorn!" Her slimy arms wrapped around Byrne's leg, immediately causing him to jerk away from her.

Before he would even let the parents thank him, he slipped away back into the thin crowd. Walking down the path, he stopped a few times here and there to see what people were doing. Now before an artist's booth, he watched with awe as the woman spray painted a landscape that was, quite literally, breathtaking. Coming here, the raven decided, was a great idea.

Although, he was growing sick of the area and decided it was time to do something productive... and work off the candy. To the gym, he told himself.

"You sir," said the gaunt black man, lifting his drink to the sky and pointing at Todd, "must be hammered as fucknuts. Because I am a fine-ass specimen of man."

He laughed and scratched his bearded face, staring down the man and spreading his legs.

"Awwww, are you kicking me out?" The boy looked distressed and worried. "I'm sorry for whatever I did, could I just get another try? I'll get it right this time, promise!"

He slouched and fell backward onto the sand and rolled onto his face.

She gasps on her surprise “umm sorry if I sounded rude but I didn’t mean it” as she fidget she doesn’t know how to interact anyways, they only want her to heal them.

“Umm I’m sorry to distract your TAN moment” as she bows and runs for her embarrassment while covering her face by her hand a little bit. She also got a nonsense thoughts running in her mind so she talked like that.

Thor lifted his head as she ran off in dismay. "What did I dooooo?" He was extremely frustrated.

"I don't understand this place."

A cocked brow was lifted for this man dared interrupt his attempt at wooing a woman. Still, he found it amazing that this guy (who was clearly the hammered as fuckednuts one) had the balls to come at him like that.

"Don't tempt me, sir," he said behind a grin. His blue eyes darting around the male's features, trying to get a read on the guy. "Or you might just find yourself with a partner." Winking, Todd moved so that he was now on the stairs behind the woman he was previously speaking to. Resting his hand on her back, the guy laughed before burying his face into his hand. "Oh, wie ich betrunken fickt lien."

>> Translation | "Oh what a drunken fuck."

She was running until she made it in the hotel but not knowing that she was already on the higher floor than her room as she bumped on someone and made her fall down. “oww” as she hold her butt.

“Watch where you goi__” he looked at the girl and recognize her quickly “Ne-nen-ka?”

Nenka looked up as her eyes widen seeing someone looked familiar to her “Y-y-yoh-onii??” as she gets up suddenly patting her butt “so what are you doing here?”

“Ohh I thought you were going to let your underwear exposed more” as he chuckles, he really did hate girls but Nenka is out of it, she’s weird but funny and Nenka is the one who helped him a lot back then after all he really likes making fun of her. “Hey should I be the one who asked you that?”

“If you want to see undies go to the beach” as she sighs but she really did feel relieved knowing that there someone she knows. All of a sudden she looked down and sighs “my guardian sent me here…what about you?” as she looked at him and frown “what’s so funny?”.

Looking at her while she talked he was about to laugh but controlling it…”hmmm you see…your attire is quite fantastic” while he smirks a little bit “how fascinating you could walk like that entering a grand hotel…” he then looked at her feet “barefooted” looking at her hands “and carrying a shoe? Is that the way to wear a shoe nowadays?”. He was about to burst out laughing when he noticed clearly that Nenka’s foot got a bit scratches he then walked towards his room “don’t worry I hate girls, so follow me” as he entered his room.

She was embarrassed but keep her face looks proud of it “and yes this is the new way to wear a shoe nowadays! Hmp!” while she pouted. “Gay” while she mumbled to herself, she then followed Yoho “so your room number is 23 I’m in room number 17” as she entered the room also “ohh how big” while she just bluntly sit down on the couch.

“sit down th___” he looked at her ”well nevermind” as he gets the first aid, towel and a bowl of water placing it infront of her as he knelt down. “And also I heard what you just said I awhile ago…I just hated girls be thankful I’m in a good mood cause if not I’ll throw you out in the window” while he hold her feet and washed it gently. “Even if you are weird…let just say crazy you still need to wear your shoes idiot” after he wash it he patted it by the towel and starts putting aprovidone-iodine to the scratched parts, after that he then put a band-aid on it. He was to take the first kid away when he saw Nenka got a nosebleed from her right “what the hell were you doing getting yourself like that, you look awful”. He wipes off the blood and plug a nosebleed cotton carefully .

She giggled when her feet were being touched and washed by her Yoh-onii. She was having fun watching him and about to pout when he was finished while she didn’t realized she was having a nosebleed. “I saw someone and I thought he was zoning out and didn’t realized his skin was becoming reddish like sunburn. But he seems pissed and lay down so I thought I bothered his Tan moment” as she sighed. “Anyway why are you here Yoh-onii?” while she poke the cotton on her nose.

He burst out laughing “that was an idiotic reason you got there..and well I’m here to relieve some stress”. He then puts away the first aid kit “and don’t tell me you were alone here” he smirk.

“Well I am…it seems that my guardian don’t want me again..because of my history, like always leaving me in a place that I don’t know after they use me” while she looked at the ceiling.

He flinched as he heard that, if only he can be rich and adopt her but he was only a 17 year old student “give me the key to your room” while he extended his arm towards her.

She sighs and give the key to him.

“Wait here” as he went outside and go to her room, seeing she didn’t unpack yet it was easy for him to carry her things. After a few minutes he went back as he throwed her bag infront of her “stay here it’s dangerous if you’re alone in your room”

She then looked at her bags and looked back at him “Yay just as I thought” she giggled “thanks Yoh-onii”.

“Rule number one don’t mess my room okay?” as he looked at the clock “I’ll be grabbing some snacks so after I leave you should start unpacking your things and put it inside the other closet” he was about to leave but just for sure he need to scare her a little bit “If I got back and you didn’t unpacked yet putting your clothes inside the closet CLEANLY” . He then looked at her evily “you will be tied down to a chair with your eyed open using a tape and I’ll let you watched a porn” he went outside and laughed evilly.

Her eyes widen as she gets up quickly after Yoho leave, tied her hair updo and arranged her clothes neatly while she start singing Dango Daikazoku.

Yoho went to a fast food to grab some foods as he waited on the line.

Faris scowled and got up from his chair, angrily following Todd. "What did you say about me? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard the word fucked or fickked or some shit like that, and that don't please me very much."

His suit jacket remained on the chair he had left behind. Muscles obviously ripped from his forearms up and biceps beneath his rolled up sleeves.

He looked ready to brawl, but you can sense a sort of false confidence. It is entirely possible that this is for show or laughs.

No sooner had Hakiru landed, was he headed for the Paradise Falls. He had scoped it out by way of satellite no sooner was the rendezvous arranged for this island. This looked like a tranquil place where he could train, uninterrupted, and swim in the fresh, inland water at the base of the falls to cool off.

It was midday when he arrived on the island and dark was only a few hours away by the time he had hiked to the falls; just enough time to complete his daily regime.

He immediately began his routine. Stretches, push-ups, Chin-ups on a nearby tree, then practicing his punches. He always focused on them, leaving his legs free for footwork, positioning, none of that inefficient kicking nonsense.

Oh how lovely. The guy understood him. Somewhat. With a bit of a devious glint in his eyes, he turned to face the man that was before him. Both men had a very similar height but this guy clearly outmuscled Todd. He had muscles bursting from his muscles. With a piqued interest as to how this would play out, the fox let out a cackling laugh.

"I guess I should have brought a knife into the gun fight," he said pointing to the guy's muscles. "Although, I'm not sure my blade could even make it through the first layer…."

Shrugging, he tossed his hands into the air palm up. "Eh, I might be a crook but I'm no fool." His blue eyes danced over Faris' features. He really was quite buff. How the hell did he get like that? Immediately, his mind went down the racist track. He would have said something but a passing waitress caught his eye. Well, the drinks she carried did.

Without a hint of hesitation, he took the glasses from the tray she carried and shoved one into Faris' face. "To men who don't give a fuck," he said while clanking his drink against the one that was forced into Faris' hands.

Head shooting backwards, he downed the shot. Rolling it back up, he let a cocky grin slid onto his face.

The staged called his name. Fingers touching the wooden floor, his eyes took in the sights of the auditorium. Red, black and gold. It was delightful. They were the colors of fame and fortune, the colors that spoke to him about stardom and riches beyond belief. But Sebby wasn't into this field for the money or even the hot babes. No, no, Sebby wanted to do this because it was his dream. Singing, it was something he loved. It made him feel safe; it was his escape from reality.

Humming a tune, he took a seat on the stage. Feet dangling over the front, his eyes searched the empty room. It was odd not seeing a crowd but, then again, their wasn't a show taking place. In fact, there wasn't a show scheduled until later in the week.

Falling backwards so that his back rested against the stage's floor, he let out a sigh. "Dead is the new alive. Despair's the new survival, a pointless view of life. Give in, give in, give in. Your play the game you'll never win~."

Some people went on vacation to get away from the usual grind. Byrne, he wanted to work out. Not just a little, either. He was going to push himself to the limits. He needed to be in top shape for the physical examines. If he wanted to be a part of the CIA or FBI, he needed to be agile, strong, and sturdy. Right now, he looked more like a bowl of noodles than a rock. However, this look was deceptive. He was, indeed, stronger than he looked. Granted, he was still youthful and still needed to bulk up… a lot.

Hitting the treadmills first, he ran on them for a good fifteen minutes before growing bored. Seriously, how could people like doing this? It was like being a hamster on that damn, squeaky turning wheel. Boring and repetitive; hopping over to the weight lifting station, Byrne would spend a good thirty minutes there before the pool area caught his eyes. A dip in the pool sounded refreshing and, to top it off, he could do laps.

Into the locker room he went. Stripping himself and then putting on a pair of trunks, he made his way out the slender hallway that opened up to the pool. There were a few people here and there, but no one interested him. Not even the women whose bikini tops were too thin for them and too small to hide anything.

When his body first made contact with the water, it shivered but he soon got over it. Determined to spend the next half hour or so in here, he went to swimming down one of the lanes. If he was lucky, he would do this for thirty minutes without stopping. Key word being if.

Candy! A green hair man er..boy- walked around the carnival, taking in all of the inviting smells of the rides..and mostly the food. Roy had been a sucker for candy and anything sweet. He hated salty foods, not to mention spicy food. Even when he was a child, and back then he ate just about everything, which probably made him look more on the chubby side. Thank god he thinned out in grade 4.

Roy was not exactly sure why his agents send him here, by his self. He was completely oblivious "You need to take a break and relax." Was all that was said. Well take a brake my ass! If that baffling idiot wants me to fatten up on food he just had to say so! Roy had no problem with eating food, he didn't even care if the end results were that he got pudgy and fat. Okay well maybe he cared a little bit..But he would choose food..but mostly candy over excersize any day!

He managed to find his way to a candy booth, and when he left, he had literally bought one of everything. He was literally carrying around a bag full of candy and a big happy smile on his face. Now to eat it! He looked around until he found a bench placed in front of a Ferris wheel. He sat down and got as comfortable as he would get on a public bench and set the bag of candy down beside him. Dinner is served!

Roy peered into his candy bag and pulled out what looked like to him, a very big lolly pop. Holy hell im saving you for later. He stuffed the loly back into the bag and took out some of those chewy candy bears. It looked liek he would be there for a while. And he was not about to go and share his candy with anyone, no sir!

Faris laughed, and took a sip off the top of the shot, then threw the drink in Todd's face and pushed him. He ran, giddily, collecting his suit jacket and tugging it back on before Todd or security could get him. Whooo, boy.

Chiyoko watched the dispute idly. Well, she was idle until drinks were thrown. That was just wrong, wasting alcohol. And wasting a good suit, of course.
Besides the obvious reasons, she was curious about the man who just got liqueur thrown at him. There was something off about his smile, about his overall demeanor. Something more was going on inside that head of his, and she wanted to know what.

Basically fine, the silver-haired girl stepped into the grand hotel lobby, wearing a pair of fashionable sunglasses and a purple, ruffled mid-thigh length dress. Her exposed slender legs soon attracted gazes from the male holidaymakers. When checking in at the reception, she eyed the perverts sharply behind the dark lenses.

Relaxing herself was not Natasha's lifestyle, so she was not here for leisure. In fact, she was coming in advance of her young boss' arrival. As the boss' secretary, she must make sure the hotel was well-equipped and comfortable enough. After leaving her stuff in the room, she wandered in the hotel and observed.

"Come on Cece!" Selena yelled at her sister. "You're too slow!"

"Maybe your just too fast!" Siera yelled back, laughing.

They ran down the beach as fast as they could, trying to avoind running into people, beach umbrellas, and sand castles. Selena was always faster than Siera, but not by much. Siera was gaining fast.

A small smile was on the lips of the young woman as she slipped through the crowds. Her eyes searching, for what she wasn't sure, but she would know when she found it. Of course she was bored and this place seemed like a good place to amuse herself. Maybe play a few pranks on some strangers would cure Midori's boredom.

She moved through the crowds with ease heading towards the section of the carnival where they had the haunted house and side shows. The people that visited those kind of attractions were always looking for a good scare. It would be the prefect place to pull some of her twisted pranks. The thought of scaring people made her giggle slightly. It took about ten minutes, but she finally reached her destination.

For a moment she stood in the middle of the pathway taking in her surrounds. The haunted house along with the hall of mirrors and a ghost train ride was to her right. To her left was a circus and a row of side shows; The Snake Woman, The World's Smallest Woman Alive, a Two-Headed Goat, and The Wolf Man. Yes it was like she had thought, the people that came to this section of the Carnival would be looking for thrills and chills. Slowly she started to move along the side of the path near the circus and side shows, a tight grip on her tote bag. "Where to begin," she asked herself.

She came to a stop in front of an empty tent. It seemed that it had been set up for a fortune teller, but the fortune teller was no where to be seen. This gave the woman an even better idea. Fortune telling had been an interest of her. Giving people grim news was always such fun. Her appearance was already somewhat gypsy like so who would really question if she was the real fortune teller or not? Smirking she glided into the empty tent and prepared what she needed to tell peoples fortunes. This didn't take her long to do and soon she opened the tent, placing the sign outside to lure people in.

Now she would sit and wait for some foolish people to come have their fortunes told. This was going to be so much fun and it was hard for her to keep from grinning widely at this wonderful idea. Silently the pale raven haired woman waited for her first victim.

The short brunette quietly slipped into the auditorium carrying a violin case with her. Even though she was suppose to be on vacation she wanted to take this time to practice. Now a days at home she had little time to practice playing the instruments she loved or doing much of anything really. Tabitha doubted anyone would be in the auditorium until later in the week when the shows were scheduled.

The woman down the aisle near the wall then up the stairs that lead to the stage. Hearing a voice she stopped and looked around. Not seeing anyone she cautiously walked up the stairs onto the stage. The stairs creaked softly under her feet. Reaching the top of the stairs she noticed that their was a man laying on the stage. Why hadn't she noticed him before? She shook her head, starting to feel awkward.

Taking a moment she looked back and forth between the man and the stairs, weighing her options. She might be on vacation, but she hadn't really intended on meeting people so soon after arriving. Not saying a word the woman took a step back, her foot slipping on the edge of the edge of the stair. She let out a squeak as she started to fall backwards. Soon she found herself dropping her violin case as she rotated herself quickly in hopes of keeping herself from falling by using some dance moves. What happened from that point was a blur, but it was probably just pure luck that she managed to keep herself mostly upright until she got the bottom of the stairs, where she now sat on her knees. Her cheeks were bright red as she sat there, embarrassed about what just happened.

Hakiru finishes his training and jumps into the basin for a relaxing swim. He heads over to the waterfall itself and lets the crisp, refreshing water wash over him.

This should be a nice couple of days, he thinks. His contact isn't supposed to arrive until the evening two days from now.

Hakiru swims back out into the main pool of water and dives, wanting to challenge himself a bit, but also enjoying the serene view, and handful of colorful, tropical fish swimming about.

Flipping her long black hair, Monika stormed into the Gym wearing her sports outfit. The black-faced girl scared people out of her way with her obvious rage. She bit her lips and wildly pulled her hair up, tying it into a tall ponytail. "Heilige Scheiße (holy shit)," she hissed when looking forwards. She was having a bad day - or days.

Tracing back to the last weekend, the reason behind her rage could be revealed. It was the start of her school's holiday. Her classmates, who had long had disputes with her, planned their class trip without letting her know. This angered her a lot - not because she was not invited, but because she wanted to visit that special tourist spot so badly. If she was to go there alone, she had to pay a much higher sum of money. It truly annoyed her. Not wanting to look lame, she decided to make her own holiday. That was why she ended up being in Paradise.

Guess what, she almost wanted to slap her head when she got her room key. Room 66. I'm just a "6" away from hell, good grief. she rolled her eyes in dismay. After throwing her bags onto the bed she changed her clothes. Pictures of herself being bullied or isolated at school roamed in her head, sparking off a fire inside her. She rampaged out off her room and barely held herself from casting spells ruthlessly.

She had to vent her anger by working out.

Megan stomped in her hotel room, weighed down by her four bags of books and necessities. She walked towards the bed and set her bags down heavily with a loud thud. She jumped and her tail began to puff up. A few seconds later Megan calmed down and went to shut the door. She came back to the bedside and looked around the room. There was a large painting on the wall and the humongous bed plus a huge bathroom with a small closet. She was thankful the closet was small, she wouldn't have enough clothes to fill a huge one. It would look pitiful. Megan picked up the bags that were on the floor and set them on the bed unpacking them one by one. Once done she pushed the empty bags underneath the bed and pulled the comfortable chair sitting in the corner in front of the window. She sat for a few minutes feeling the sun on her cold skin. She was about to fall asleep when a knock came at the door and a person calling that it was room service. Megan jumped out of her chair completely and fell to the ground. She stumbled to her feet and walked up to the door.
I didn't call for room service.
The person apologized and wheeled the huge cart of supposedly food away. Megan decided to go to the lobby and check and see if anything was going on.

When Megan arrived downstairs nothing was really happening. People were going to there rooms and hanging out at the front desk. There was a large map near the front desk showing all of the tourist attractions and everything you could do. The carnival looked interesting to her, but she knew carnival meant loud noises and thousands of people. Pushing past her fear Megan turned and headed for the door to go to the fair.

Hakiru swam peacefully until the sun had vanished beyond the horizon. At this point he climbed out of the water, gathered his excess clothing into his bag and jogged back to the hotel, never missing an opportunity to bounce off a rock or swing around a tree along the path. To the untrained eye it may even appear that he is having fun, but of course it is all training.

"And that is why the rum is always gone. Pricks like him waste it." As he whirled around to ascend the stairs toward the restroom, he felt a weight collide with his back. In an instant, he turned and his hands, as quick as a rabbit, latched onto Kyna who was dangerously close to the edge of the landing. Seeing such a pretty face topple down a flight of stairs did not bode well with him. Beside, he had to save face some. The spilled liquor on his suit just ruined everything charming about him. Or did it? Perhaps, if anything, it made him that much more irritable.

Brushing back a loose strand of hair, the male cupped his hands around Kyna's shoulders. "It was nothing, my dear. Just a ruffian trying to ruin the mood."

As he released his grip on her, the male began to ascend the stairs, purposely avoiding the direction the other ran off to. He needed to find the bathroom and change. And probably scrap this shirt. It was worthless to him now and would forever piss him off if he were to wear it again.

There were only three stairs left to conquer to get to the second floor so it was pretty easy. With a good stride to his jog up those steps, he whirled around to see if that creep from earlier was anywhere to be found.

Not seeing him, Todd's eyes focused on the girl that bumped into him. She was just… standing there. Awkwardly. Groping at the air and shuffling rather slow. His mind immediately pegged her as a freak but then he recalled her perfectly spoken words. There was no way she was one of those people, he decided. With that scratched off the list, the wily man snuck down the stairs and carefully leaned into her. Nose just inches from hers, he peered into those hollow eyes of hers.

"Heh, what's a lass of your nature doing in this shady place?" He wasn't sure just what she was. Maybe she was just blind because she misplaced her glasses? That made logical sense. And, being a gentleman, he wasn't just going to let the lady who couldn't see just stand on that landing, getting pushed and bumped by the rude drunks that filtered up and down the main staircase.

"Would you object to an… escort of sorts?" Todd's hand rested firmly on her back. Giving her a light push toward the three stairs, his eyes flicked toward a figure that had been watching him for some time now. With a head nod and a smile, he gave Chiyoko the satisfaction of knowing he saw her. She was pretty hot, too, as was this little miss he was now guiding. Damn, he thought to himself, he needed to get a dog. Ladies love dogs, especially dogs that could double as guide dogs.

While Sam was busy making a castle, Pips was watching the people. She noticed some interesting ones. A girl bumped into a blonde and seemed to run away after that. Confused, the girl cocked a brow and started to walk to Thor. However, she was interrupted by the gleeful cheers of two girls who were racing in the sand. Instantly, Pips wanted in on this race.

Head turning toward Sam warily, she pushed toward the running pair. Would Sam notice her wandering? Would he yell? Probably not. The beach was fun and safe. Lifeguards and police were everywhere, making sure it was safe and fun. Besides, if there was any real danger, she would scream. Yes, scream.

Running up to the two girls, Pips flashed a smile. "Ummm, hi. Can I play?"