The beach isn't as crowded as it would be during peak season, but there are still plenty of people, despite the weather. Maybe everyone is slightly more bundled up than normal, but in Hawaii, that just means wearing a t-shirt with the bathing suits.
There's a volleyball net set up, sure enough, and there are some "judges" sitting on the side at the midline, though the whole affair seems rather informal. Well, at least in that respect. Not really to the players, all of whom are seemingly playing for keeps. The spectators, too, seem very serious — at least, the ones who aren’t drunk. Well, okay, there’s a significant overlap of ‘drunk’ and ‘serious.’
There’s also a station set up near the judges for people to sign up if they want to, though there’s also a sign that reads — “SIGNUPS ONLY UNTIL 3:00 PM,” and it’s 2:45 right now.
Corrine was already standing in line for the sign ups, grinning widely from behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. No Minnesota gal was going to put off by a little chill like this, and underneath her denim jacket and shorts she obviously wore a two piece bikini, a sunflower yellow affair that easily easily kept her covered while allowing for plenty of sun and showing off her expanse of toned, tanned stomach. She wore flipflops on her feet, clearly intending to go bare foot when she played, and leaned on a tall walking stick for obvious comfort. Through the loop of her belt she wore a heavy looking enamaled fan, perfect for beating the heat.
Mila exited from the door of her condo, grinning brightly and seeming to be quite eager for the day. The delight of living less than 100 yards away from the surf meant that she lived even closer to the fun to be had on the beach, and today, it was Volleyball. She finished pulling her long, bleached hombre hair back into a ponytail, then wrapped it up into a bun, tucking the end under while she called into the open door of the condo "Vee! I'm gonna go sign up before I lose my spot, and I need to get one for Keha if she's going to show up!" And with that, Mila was running across the sand, leaving her door open as presumably she was to be followed out onto the beach within a reasonable amount of time.
Mila certainly hadn't dressed expecting to be chilly, in fact she wore nothing but a trimly fitting violently coral colored bikini that held fast, if brief, to the necessary bits that needed to be covered. It left all of her darkly caramel tinted skin and well muscled body pretty much open, but when you're going to compete in volleyball, you don't want anything extra getting in the way. The previous collegiate volleyball player only stopped her rapid forward progression when she made it to the line, and waited her turn to sign up. "Hey, my twin should be here right after she gets done with her morning dive, is it cool if I sign her up? Maybe as an alternate in case someone else doesn't show?" This asked to the people running the sign up process, all said with an eager, excited smile as she wrote her own name down.
Isaac is in his best beach lounging gear, a luridly coloured Hawaiian shirt that has been designed to be painful to look at. He has the shirt open, revealing a toned torso and and traces of a bandaged shoulder, his right arm held rigid in a sling that he keeps close to his body. Belted Bermuda shorts are worn to go with the shirt, the belt allowing him to hide his utility belt and he has even colour coordinated his belt pouches in a blue that fits the colour of his shorts. He's recently showered and his hair is still a little damp, he hasn't shaved though and is showing a couple days of beard growth. He has a small pack slung over his good shoulder and he is carrying a collapsible beach chair in his left hand, Isaac obviously intending to stay for the show. With the flip-flops he is wearing on his feet he looks like the total tourist, the only thing missing being the beach hat which is currently hanging from a cord around Isaac's neck, bouncing off his back as he walks.
Finding a suitable spot that will give him the best coverage, Isaac muscles his way past a couple of tourist and with a flick of his wrist he uncollapses the chair and then settles down into it, a big grin on his face as he waits for the sport to start.
Darcy shows up in business casual, dark wash skinny jeans paired with a navy colored blazer over a striped top, indicating that perhaps she isn't here to compete. Or if she is she likes really impractical clothes. She goes to sit down in one of the loungers in the front, and slides her messenger bag off of her shoulder to get a yellow legal pad out of it along with a pen. A camera is picked up out of the bag, and once she has her things situated she starts wandering about while snapping pictures.
"Mila! Corrine!" says Kirsi as she comes up to the line to sign up for the game. "You guys know each other?" she asks, then points, in case they can't figure out which one is the other. "Mila, Corrine!" She's the best at introductions, obviously. "I'm a little intimidated now you're here, though. You look like you learned to walk on the beach," this to Mila, "and you're little kickass cavewoman Sporty Spice, by the sounds of it, so maybe I should just... watch." She glances at the sidelines, thoughtfully. "Or I can sign up and feign an injury if my ego gets too bruised, like the male soccer players. Freaking divers." She takes the pen to sign up, despite her hems and haws about maybe not doing so. Once that's done, she pulls a band off her wrist to pull her red hair off her face. She's still in cut offs and a sweatshirt, but the odds are there's a bathing suit under there. She gives a nod of recognition (Sup) to Isaac when she scans the crowd.
From inside the condo, a voice could be heard calling "Go! GO! Don't wait, I'll lock up! Hurry! I'll be there to watch!" For those that could recognize it, it's obviously the voice of Volya.
Ugh, a line. Muriel sighs as she steps in at the end, fashionably late it seems but at least she made it before the cut-off! Peering around, she realizes that she doesnt really know anyone here. Except maybe.."Ahh, mermaid girl." she smirks and nods to Kirsi. "We meet again. Dont think I caught yer name last time, or the time before."
The tide is high and rising.
The sign up guy looks up at Mila when she comes over to him, and let's be honest, he looks her over, too. "Sure," he says, gesturing to the clipboard, "go right ahead. We'll figure it out." He grins at her, peering at where she's writing her name. "Mila," he reads off, then looks back up to her again. "Good luck. Hope your twin comes by, too."
The current two pairs are still going at it, but the score is nearing the end. It looks like they might have to continue because they're neck and neck, but a few distractions and missed points from the team on the left make the other two the winners. There's cheering from a part of the crowd, groans from another, and then four more names are called, and the people bearing them take up their positions to begin.
Corrine grinned, turning to familiar voices and laughing as she spotted Mila and Kirsi. Waving excitedly as she saw them both, she quickly signed up and went to greet them, arms wide as she embraced Kirsi. "Kirsi baby! Great to see you again!" She smiled and turned to offer the same to Mila, laughing. "And hey, how goes it Mila? Good to see you again? Competing?" She looked at Kirsi to include her in the question. The yell of the somewhat familiar voice of Volya brought a smile to her face and she chuckled. "I was just about to ask... so you have a sister huh?" She spotted Isaac, raising an eyebrow at the man's injuries and frowned, shaking her head, her professional concerns and natural curiosity taking over. "Wow I wonder what happened to him... jeez." If Darcy's camera swung their way, Corrine would grin and raise both hands in V for victories, which were also convienently behind the heads of the two women she was talking to. She offered a shrug to Muriel, smiling. "Good things are worth waiting for."
Mila winked at the guy doing the sign ups. "Mahalo, kane. I hope she shows up, too. I can never get her to enter surf competitions with me anymore." Mila chuckled and stepped back a bit, turning to look at Kirsi. "Aloha 'auinala, Kirsi! Aloha 'auinala, Corrine! Good to meet you." Mila winked to Corrine and then looked at Kirsi with a broad grin. "I did actually learn to walk on the beach, just not this one. I learned over at Hanalei Bay, on Kaua'i, just like Keha." She snickered and started stretching out her arms, shoulders, torso. "I love volleyball, though, played all through highschool and even in college. This should be a total blast. And don't worry."
Mila clapped Kirsi on the shoulder companionably. "This is Oahu, brah. It's all about the fun, even if there does have to be a winner, we all party after. So everybody wins, just like after a baddass surf competition." She gave a nod to Muriel when she came to where Mila and Kirsi were standing. "Aloha! Good luck to you!" Glacing around then, to see if she spotted any more familiar faces, Mila threw a chaka to Darcy as the camera came the way of the sign up sheets, joining it with a laid back, completely Hawaiian smile of readiness to do battle on the court. A note of where Isaac was settled down got a grin from Mila, considering his eyeline view of the court, but when the current bout ended, Mila leapt up into the air and clapped her hands hard. "Whoot! Good job guys!"
Settling back in his chair, Isaac kicks at the sand in front of his feet until he has a nice mound to act as a foot rest. With his free arm he maneuvers his backpack into his lap, pulling open the zip and extracting a four pack of beers. Pulling off one of the beers he sets the pack and the rest of the beers down to one side, puts on his straw beach hat and then cracks open the beer. Taking a sip, he raises the can in greeting to Kirsi as she spots her, flashing her a warm smile before turning his attention back to the action at the volley ball court. Taking a long sip from the can, he stretches back, his chair creaking alarmingly in protestation. Spotting Corrine looking at him, he raises his can as if that explains everything, winking to her and watching as she queues with the others. To describe his grin as shit-eating possibly wouldn't do it justice but he certainly seems to be enjoying himself.
Darcy takes a few pictures of the current match as it begins before she turns towards the group of people near the sign up table. When Corrine lifts her fingers to do the V for Victory behind Kirsi and Mila she snaps a picture before she starts towards her chair. The lounge chair where she happens to have placed all of her stuff is conveniently next to Issac's. She glances at his leg before she says conversationally, "Ah. That looks like no fun."
"Hey, mermaid twin!" says Kirsi to Muriel with a grin, pushing one stray hair back behind her ear, as it's escaped the bounds of her hair tie. "Kirsi," she adds, offering her a hand to the other woman. "We keep showing up in the same spots, huh? But as the song says, it's a small world after all. Especially when you're on an island. And not even a big island. Or the big island." She includes the girl in the little circle of Mila and Corrine and herself. "You playing? Hopefully I don't have to play against the wonder twins, but Mila here says it's all fun as long as there's beer. Winning does make the beer taste a little better, though, don't you admit?" Okay, so she's a little competitive. She grins at Darcy. "You look like you're working, not playing," she calls over as the woman heads back to near Isaac. She too winces a little at the man's injury. "Well, at least he has beer. And a cute girl to talk to."
Volya leapt out the door of the condo roaring like a crazy person. She looked like a crazy people. There was the brown bikini two-piece she was wearing, but the woman's face, torso, and arms were covered in red and yellow war paint. It was mostly war paint with its angry lines and smears, but someone apparently got bored and added a few... Several red and yellow hibiscus and plumeria designs. "SOME POOR `SUKA IS GOING TO EAT SAND!" The woman crackled at the sky until she ran out of breath. "Oh right..." Shaking the keys in her hand, she turned and locked the condo door. "My bad." Placing the key in a hidey pouch in her bottoms, she skipped along to the beach and the awaking volleyball court to catch up to Mila and Keha. "BONESAW IS REA-DY!" She paused again, her index finger wagging between the twins, "Unless its doubles, when I will head the cheering, jinxing and otherwise cursing opponents as as I see fix."
Volya narrowed her eyes, "Wonder Twin Power failure..." She hop and spin to search for the lack of Keha.
Muriel smirks at Mila, shrugging, "Dont need luck, only hard work and skill.." she arches a brow, "No sister today?" she chuckles and nods, "Good luck to you too.." she looks over at Kirsi and nods,"..Something like that. Noce t'meet yer. I'm Muriel. Three time's a charm, aye?"
The crowd cheers as one of the girls on the far side of the net spikes the ball into the ground, which the other team tries to dive for, but to no avail. The scoring team gives each other high-fives, before they all get into position again for the serve.
"Hey!" someone calls, and a pair of guys who are quite clearly already at least two sheets to the wind make their way over to Darcy. Their clothing and attitudes clearly scream 'Bro.' "Take a picture of us!" the first one says, and the next slings his arm around his buddy, then makes a very exaggerated shaka sign for a pose, as though it's a fraternity sign, only it's facing the wrong way.
Corrine smiled, nodding at Kirsi. "Beer always does taste better after it's been earned, but it gets rid of the taste of defeat pretty well too." She laughed, nodding in agreement with Mila. "Damn straight. Doesn't matter who wins or loses as long as I get to bust my ass and look good doing it." She lowered her sunglasses to wink at them, nodding to Volya as she charged over. "Hey there Volya. Good to see you again. Keeping the fires out?" She watched Darcy and Isaac for a moment, returning the man's salute with a good natured wave of her own. Muriel got a smile and a nod as she came up. "Hey there. Ha! Mermaid sisters. Awesome..." Her jovial mood was broken at a sound that caused her to turn her head and she swore under her breath. "Might just be someone surprising someone else...?" She shook her head and started running as she caught more of it. "Shit nope..." She turned to look at Kirsi, frowning. "Dunno if you heard that but Monoc might be up!" She started jogging down the beach, her hand sketching what looked like a sharp R in the air as her pace picked up suddenly, staff in her hands and kicking her flip flops off for better traction. "I'm commin beanie boy!"
Lio dropped Scene Aspect.
Mila nodded to Muriel, grinning widely. "Well put, that's why I love the competition so much. Everyone else as well trained or better, and I get to see if I can beat them. Nice to meet you, Muriel." She slinked a glance over to Kirsi and gave her a dark chuckle. "The winning always makes the beer taste better, it's true. We'll have to see what deliciousness happens after this win, neh?" Giving her attention to Corrine, Mila nodded emphatically. "If you're gonna lose, might as well make them all wish they'd got to watch you win, so you could have been out on the court longer. It's a win-win, really." Volya's approach got a bright laugh from Mila, and she shook her head. "Hopefully she'll make it, but I don't know." Mila's head turned just before Corrine took off, and the woman raised her brows high. "Huh, ok, so I suppose I'm not the only one that heard that, glad to know it wasn't my inner winning spirit screaming at the possibility of a loss." She looked at the other women gathered and shrugged, then turned to start off after Corrine, though she was being more watchful and wasn't quite as 'determined sprinter that sees the finish line' speedy about it. It was more a long, curious lope through the sand.
Watching as Darcy approaches, Isaac flashes her a bright smile and raises his beer by way of greeting. "Good morning!" His accent is unmistakably English, although more county than city. "Just here to watch? Well, you've picked a good spot." Glancing down at his leg as she comments, he raises an eyebrow. "My legs fine, it's my shoulder that's killing me. Still, the beer helps and there's plenty of pleasant distractions in the volleyball court." Nodding towards her camera, he asks "Family of the team or a professional photographer?" He is distracted as Volya enters the area, Isaac letting out a long laugh at her antics. "Vee! It's not to the death!" He shouts over, then adding in a much quieter voice "Probably...". He frowns as he hears something going on further down the beach, raising an eyebrow as Corrine goes charging off. "Monoc? Who's Monoc when he's at home." Shrugging his one good shoulder, he looks over to Darcy. "Do you have a zoom on the Camera, something is kicking off down there, I think I heard a scream." With his good arm, he points in the rough direction of the commotion. "It's about 200 yards that way, I can't see much from here though." Watching as Mila takes off as well, Isaac seems to come to a decision, draining the last of his beer, he sets it down carefully next to his chair and then carefully picks up his backpack, adjusting it so it is across his front, rather than hanging from a shoulder. Adjusting the zip so that it is half open, Isaac levers himself out of the chair with a groan of effort and then starts heading after Mila and Corrine, doing his best to keep his eyes on the beach and not the amazing view in front of him.
Darcy has a 'Oh!' moment when Kirsi mentions that she looks like she's working, and she takes a press badge out of her pocket and attaches it to the pocket of her blazer with it's little . Because clearly covering this event is hard hitting journalism. When the dudebros pose for a picture she lifts a well-shaped brow and smirks just a touch before she picks up her camera to snap a photo. "Awesome. I'm sure you guys will be at least third page." This may come out a little dry.
To Isaac she says with a little laugh, "Journalist. Since this isn't exactly a breaking story I don't get my own photographer. Darcy Christensen The-" She would have finished but Isaac's question about her zoom capabilities causes her to sit up in her chair. "Where?" She lifts the camera up to look into the viewfinder, and points it in the direction Isaac indicated.
"True, but only if it's good beer," says Kirsi to Corrine, before turning at the same time to look down where the screams can be heard. She's frowning and about to say something when the others also do, so she says, "Monoc up!" with a grin to her fellow valkyrie, as she too starts running -- a little more urgently than curiously. Somewhere along the way, she loses her flip flops without missing a beat. The seemingly spontaneous race probably looks a little funny to anyone who hadn't noticed the screams, including the dude bros and those too busy talking to have heard the sounds of distress.
Volya offered a way to Corrine, "Aloha there." The warpainted woman smiled happily waving to people one after another. She fired a grin at Isaac and yelled, "BLOOD AND SAND! These are our modern day gladiators! Fates are decided with a gesture from the judge!" The woman was grinning like mad as she shot a fist in the air, "This man fought another who wielded a chainsaw! His opponent remains no more than a pile of sticks and kindling! Ladies! He's single!" She cackled once again, and her head tilted and her eyes narrowed as she scanned about. The help was in the form of several others moving in the same direction. "Net and Trident shall have to wait!" And the war painted blonde just started skipping in the direction that everyone else was heading like she was on her way to grandma's house.
Muriel seems too focused on the game to notice any unusual screams. Someone scores a point it looks like, and she cheers, anxious to join in. Volya is noticed at some point with a sloght fren though she tirns her attentions back to Mila with a slight nod. "Aye, blood an'sweat is the name of the game. Tis all that matters." she looks back to Kirsi, nodding at her name, smirking coolly still. "Not real mermaid sisters although she shared my taste in fashion at th'night club." she peers at the line, tapping her foot impatiently.
Corrine gets there first, and she gets an eyeful of what's actually going on. The screams are most definitely fearful, because there's something that looks like...an alligator, with parts of a dog. Alligog? Dogigator? Its canine face is elongated, with sharp teeth pointing out of its mouth, and its tale is elongated, with brownish green scale-like fur coming out of it. Yes, scale-like fur. Would you ever have thought that was a thing before now? It's low to the ground like an alligator, but it's obviously quite fast, and it snaps at various people's feet as they scramble to get out of the way.
Behind it, there's one person that's actually running //toward// it, not away. He's a skinny early 20-something-looking guy, with glasses that are a little askew as he sprints after the thing, yelling, "Buddy! Buddy, NO!" as though it was actually just a dog.
Lio dropped George and his Dogigator.
Corrine kept moving forwards, her footsteps now aided by a wind from behind. She came to a skidding halt in the sand as she spotted the weird creature taking bites at people and snorted. "Well holy shit what the hell is that?!" She whirled the staff in her hand and brought it down into the sand in front of the creature, leaping forward to draw it's attention. "Oi! Smoochy face! Eyes over here!" She stamped her feet in the sand, keeping it from going after anyone else, now facing George with the thing between them. "Hey! This thing yours? Get it the hell under control then!"
Upon arrival and viewing the surprising marriage twixt gator and pup, Mila's eyes widened to the point the whites around the rich, brown irises were fully visible. "mea i loko inoa?!" Obviously the ease of English being a primary language gets shed in the face of total shock. "Uh... Move people. Get back." Mila's time after rushing up seems better served making sure that others were out of the way of possibly snapping jaws. She spread her arms wide and used as much of her short stature as she could to get people back. Farther back. FARTHER BACK. She even grunted at them if she had to, to get them to move. "Brah! Come get this... uh, dog? If it's yours man. There's too many people out here and you know they don't treat that well if he gets picked up by the poodle wagon!"
"Okay, so there's something you don't see everyday." Isaac remarks as he gets a little closer and can actually see what is going on. Doing his best to remain discrete, he reaches into his backpack and after a few moments fumbling, pulls out an odd looking pistol with five barrels. "This is going to hurt like a son of a bitch if I can't brace properly..." Going over to one side and hopefully out of sight of most of the tourists, he drops down to one knee and raises his pistol, sighting along the topmost barrel.
"What the hell?" Darcy says outloud with no small measure of wonder in her voice as she stares into the viewfinder. Then she presses down on the shutter to take a picture. And then she runs as quickly as she can with her camera in the direction of the odd creature snapping pictures along the way. Her focus seems to be on the dogigator so she might miss people out of the direct area as the draws closer.
"The fuck is that thing?" Kirsi mutters, pretty much at the same time as Corrine, though mostly to herself. Of course anyone near her in the sprint can hear of course. She licks her finger before curling it artfully to draw something in the air. Suddenly it's like the doginator is surrounded by its own little dust devil, which sounds like the faint echoes of a miniature hurricane or tornado to those standing nearby. "Figure it out, whoever this belongs to, or he's going to get put down and not all that humanely," she says sharply. "No offense, PETA. That thing's not normal."
Volya was zipping around most people as she skipped along, still looking all fresh by the time she arrived. Deeper her heels into the sand, her eyes went wide at staring at the dingator. "Right. Normal. Perfectly normal." She scanned back and forth. "Water or forest? Anyone have some raw chickens in their pocket?" She shielded her eyes with her forearm as the wind kicked and swirled, coughing a bit. "Tornado in a pinch?"
Muriel arches a brow as attention is directed towards...Dogigator? Oy, that's not normal..But.."To each his own.." she murmurs, shrugging as people step out of line to deal with'Buddy'. "Well, blow me down, a dogigator.." Cute. She smirks, budging ahead in line as people get scared, determined to join the game if its still going on, dammit! "Perhaps ye should let the owner retrieve his freaky pet. No harm, no foul." she murmurs as she waits impatiently in line still, but clearly intrigued by dogigator. Still, she only only looks prepared to react if it threatens her directly.
The dogigator skids to a halt when Corrine comes up to it and starts stomping the sand, and it lets out a growl, like a dog's only moreso. It snaps its jaws, while the man running behind it yells, "I'm trying!" and attempts to dive for it, but the thing dodges, and now it's clearly angry. As though it wasn't before -- it was. It starts making a lunge for Corrine, jaws snapping, but gets buffeted about by the wind courtesy of Kirsi.
When the dogigator snapped at Corrine she was quick to move back, a wind spurring her jump and carrying her back. She glared at George and snapped back at him. "Then hurry up and do something about it! What the hell is that thing anyway?!" She came down and struck out, this time trying to clean the critters clock but good. She lashed out with the butt of her staff, striking the sand as the creature managed to slide away, failing to strike once more. "Shit the little son of a bitch is fast!"
The tide is high and slack.
Shaking her head, Mila cried out loudly "Don't attack it! Just... just distract it! So it's owner can muzzle it!" And with that, Mila started dodging around with the wind surrounding the ferocious allipup. The blinding bright coral color of her bikini helped, much as red would with the bulls in Spain, and she used her thickly muscled posterior as a lure to the eyes of the obviously upset poochgator.
Apparently people are running and screaming! Molly came late to the volleyball competition, appearing on the beach in a light blue bikini, and otherwise barefoot; but, where there's trouble, usually you can find Molly heading towards it instead of away. She comes upon the scene and skids to a halt in the sand, whereupon she takes a moment to adjust her spectacles and take a second look. "Blimey," she pronounces, "I never saw anything like that in England." She reaches instinctively for the backpack she's always kept her weapons in; oh, hold up. Still back home in England, that part of her clobber. "...Bugger," she mutters to herself.
"Screw this!" Isaac says, letting out as sigh as he watches the sheer number of people still on the beach. Letting back the hammer on his pistol, he tucks it back in his bag, rummaging around for a moment before pulling something else out. It's a long black steel rod with a padded handle, recognizable as an extendable baton to anyone who has watched an episode of 'Cops'. Contemplating a course of action, it twirls the handle in his hand for a moment, his eyes focusing on the rather sharp teeth of the mutant dog. Looking over as Mila calls out, an idea comes to him. "Oi! Coral babe, catch!" Throwing rather awkwardly, his bag strap getting in the way a little, Isaac tosses the Baton in what he hopes is Mila's general direction.
"Trying not to, but I will if I have to," the redheaded Valkyrie says, in regards to those pleading for not killing the beast. She moves a little closer, though slowly so as not to set the thing snapping in her direction, to give some back up to those nearer to it, if needed. "Is this some sort of weird Hawaiian species I never heard of?" she asides to Mila, but the woman's busy twerking her little heart out to fascinate the dogigator like a snake charmer or something.
Volya stared at Mila as she dance about for the dingator, her eyebrow slowly coming up. The woman mostly just stood there even as Isaac just toss Mila something big and black, and she fanned herself. "So this is happening? Just right here?" The woman just shook her head, dumbfounded until she realized it was a baton. "Oh! That makes so much more sense, because dude, Isaac... I was really confused there and the shit that was going on my head... It got WEIRD!" She blinked a few things to clear her head.
Muriel sighs, flexiing her arms inmpatiently. Clearly no one is paying attention to the beachball game anymore, and all eyes are on the dogigator instead. "Screw this.." she mutters in her thick Irish accent, that ends up coming across more amusing than intimidating as she too, steps out of line. Literally and not figuratetively, hopefully. Annnnd she starts to sing in a crystalline, clear voice as she steps towards dogigator and strategically in front of its err..Owner?! "Come to mee my preeetty.." she croons, cocking her finger.
The dogigator misses Corrine, which is sad for it, since its lust for blood is not quenched. It manages to dodge her staff as well, but then gets distracted by orange shiny things. It may be part dog, but apparently it can see color enough to notice the orange-clad behind moving around near-ish its face. It pauses just enough to get hit with Muriel's //actual// lusty-feelings. It growls low, looking from person to person, and then quickly starts toward the most provoking thing at the moment -- Mila's butt.
The tide is high and ebbing.
Corrine blinked as the dogigator did an about face, nodding her head to Kirsi. "Any clues?" She watched the beast waddle off towards Mila, rushing over to try to flip the thing on it's back, hoping for a turtle like reaction. Unfortunately the little bastard proved too fast again and was off and going, frowning as she looked to George. "Try harder dickweed!"
"Well, this is a pickle," Molly muses out loud. She approaches the commotion, being careful not to get herself directly into the fray -- afterall, simply getting bitten for nothing isn't going to help. "Oh! I read something once about dog training and what to do with aggressive dogs," she calls out, helpfully. "I mean, all you have to do is... is uhm..." She plants a hand on her hip, and purses her lips as she pauses for a moment. "I... totally lost my train of thought," she mutters. "Okay, look, I'm not sure, but I think you're supposed to talk softly to it? Try cooing and telling him he's a good boy?" She pauses, and quirks an eyebrow upwards to the apparent owner. "What's his name, anyway?"
Mila looked up in time to catch the asp that Isaac threw her way and gave him a wide grin. "Mahalo, kane!" She looked over to Kirsi and shook her head, worry on her brows as she whipped the asp forward to extend it. "Nah, we don't even have... alligators. That shit's just on the science channel. Or on the mainland." She was likely to say something else when Volya caught her attention and Mila's jaw dropped, shock obviously playing itself out on her features before she exploded with a full on laugh at the absurdity of it all, holding the asp up. "Oh akua... you test me so! I don't know anyone carrying something this big around in their pants, Vee!"
And then. Horror of Horrors. Mila's eyes went far too wide as she turned her head back and looked at Kirsi, then Molly, then Corrine, then down at her leg. A shudder of revulsion went up her as the bare skin of her leg was mounted, and she lifted the asp as if she might strike the 'pooch' in the noggin before she froze, eyes down at the thing. "Move your ass over here and GET YOUR ANIMAL OFF ME." Her words were to the dogigator's owner, obviously, but Mila didn't make any move to hurt the thing, or to try to pull away. "My patience is NOT legendary..." Her teeth audibly ground together as the makeshift pet started down the path of bliss against her leg.
Even with everything that is going on, Isaac can't help but let out a laugh at Volya's question. "I don't even know her Vee, also, I may have a lot of things in this bag but I don't have those!" He is distracted as Muriel starts to sing, finding it a rather odd tactic given what is going on. Shaking his head, he tries to turn his attention back to the dog, his eyes going wide when he sees things are about to get biblical with Mila. "Hey, why's he gotten horny all of a sudden?"
Darcy watches this all through the viewfinder of her camera, and when Muriel tries...well, whatever she is trying, she lowers her camera to ask no one in particular, "Is she...uh...trying to seduce that dog alligator thing?" There is a bit of a confused and yet appalled expression on her face. Still, like any good journalist, she puts herself back together and lifts her camera to snap a picture. As the dogigator becomes intimately familiar with Mila's leg she continues to take picture after picture to document the whole embarrassing and bizarre scenario.
Kirsi has her hands poised for another round of those little charades of hers, but the thing is too quick and on Mila before she can do whatever she was planning. "Jesus Christ. Figure it out, Doctor Moreau," she shouts over to the hapless George. Apparently enough is enough. She moves forward in an attempt to get her hands around the thing's snout while it's distracted. "Bad dogasaur," she says to the creature. Smooth talker she isn't.
Volya waved her hand feebly in the air as the dingator climbed up onto Mila's leg to mount it. "No-no. No. No. No... No. This was pretty much where this was going in my head. Stitches of coral fabric in the sand." A warm and inviting smile appeared on her lips. "I'd like to welcome you all to my head. Where logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead. Please don't mind the chivalrous individual with the speech problem, he is really very kind." Her eyes drifted back to the 'owner', "Oh... And here comes the leather right on time." She smiled sweetly at Mila, "Just remember to relax the spine, love, and breath. Would you like me to hold your hand?" The woman was trying to be supportive when her eyes moved to Muriel. "And she... Wait a second, she did the exact same thing to the pig on the beach! What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!"
Muriel arches a brow as things take a turn for the more..Interesting, and smiles a bemused smile as the..Thing, starts harassing poor Mila. "Do not back down now. Ye got its attention, now what will ye do?" Cold grey eyes glimmer merrily at the spectacle, before Volya addresses her. She arches a brow at her, quite taken aback. "Excuse me? I have not th'foggiest what ye be referrin' to. I was merely trying to calm it with soothing music."
The dogigator has found its mate in Mila, it seems. It continues to hump her leg, somehow managing to wrench out of the way of both Corrine and Kirsi while still hanging on to Mila. It will not be deterred!
The probably aptly-named ‘Dr. Moreau’ calls out, “Buddy!” Which is apparently the animal’s name, though it doesn’t seem to be well-trained enough to answer to it, alas. However, while it’s distracted, he manages to get the muzzle around the thing and drag it off of Mila. "I'm sorry!" he cries, as though that helps at this point. He continues to drag it off, while it's fighting to get back to Mila, but luckily, it's a fight that it seems to be losing now.
Corrine shuddered as she watched the weird critter go after Mila with enthusiasm. When George finally managed to pull the beast off she gave him a dirty look. "Seriously pal... what the hell is that thing? Prediliction for public humping aside, that bastard looks like the cross between a throw rug, a snakeskin purse and five pounds of asshole." She grunted, stalking past him and going well around the beast to offer Mila a hand. "Cripes... you want that beer now, or now?" She looked to Isaac, grinning. "You think you can spare one buddy?" She raised an eyebrow at Volya's exclamation and Isaac's outcry then, looking over to Muriel. "Who's doing what now?"
Molly is currently just sort of... standing there, with her jaw just about hitting the floor. "Well," she breathes at last, bringing one hand to rest over her heart, "I uhh... I don't usually say this, but, better her than me." She turns a bit red around the cheeks, and a step unconsciously taken carries her back a step. A nasty, bitey, horror-born fiendish mashup of evil she can handle apparently, but something that wants to breed people's legs appears to be something else entirely. "I, uhh, good luck with that," she calls out, holding out a thumbs-up. "I'll just be... over here."
Mila's eyes narrowed and she sharpened her gaze at Volya. "Your understanding is amazing, Vee, it's warmed my heart." Then the dog was taken back off of her leg by its owner, and Mila's attention swiveled to him like her head was on a pole, the dark gaze fixing on him. "Look, kane, I'm no doctor, but that thing's not normal. And I don't know how it came to exist, but you need to train it a whole helluva lot better before you go taking it out in public." A shudder ran up Mila's spine and she reached over to grab a handful of sand and started scrubbing her leg off, with vigor. Looking up at Corrine, Mila grimaced "I need a keg. So I can start off with a single serving appetizer and work up from there. Any time 3 minutes ago will do." She snorted a dirivative laugh and then looked over at Molly, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah. At least he didn't eat someone's face, I can wash this off. You can't wash a face back on." She accepted Corrine's hand and stood up after the makeshift 'washing' of her leg. "I also need turpentine. Or iodine. or both." She smiled to Kirsi, though the obvious fact that she was recovering from the indignity to top all indignities left the smile a bit wan. And when she turned her eyes to Muriel, her brows went up in an arch of surprise as she dryly chuckled, then spoke, "Hey now! I did everything I planned to do, and more. I think my service to king and country is met for the whole year stopping at the knee."
Isaac takes a seat in the sand, still quite confused about everything that is going on. He raises an eyebrow as Volya calls out, turning to regard Muriel for a moment until he is distracted by Corrine. "Sure! Let me just check my bag of holding." Grinning, he reaches inside and pulls out two beers still attached by their plastic. "Here you go, I figured you'd both be thirsty, I was just sat here watching after all." After he has handed over the beers, he pulls out another for himself, cracking it open and taking a long sip. "What was this about the boar?" He asks of Volya, still rather confused about what is going on.
Once George gets his unusual pet restrained Darcy snaps a few final pictures. And then she takes a few snaps of the people left behind for good measure. Click click click. Her camera captures more images of Corrine, Isaac, Mila, Volya, and Muriel. Once she's finished she puts the camera down, and turns to walk back to the volleyball match.
Once George gets his unusual pet restrained Darcy snaps a few final pictures. And then she takes a few snaps of the people left behind for good measure. Click click click. Her camera captures more images of Corrine, Isaac, Mila, Volya, and Muriel. Once she's finished she puts the camera down, and turns to walk back to the volleyball match. Then she stops, and turns quickly as if changing her mind, and takes fast steps to catch up with George and the Dogigator. A audio recording device is taken from her blazer, and clicked on. "Sir! Excuse me! What is your name? Is your breed of dog legal? What kind of breed is it?"
Kirsi manages to keep all of her fingers so that's a win, and then Doctor Moreau aka George finally gets his shit together. "I better not see that thing without a muzzle next time or I'm calling the ASPCA!" she calls after him. Super scary. She pats Mila's shoulder. "I guess it could've been worse," she agrees, though the disgusted look on her face seems at odds with the sentiment. "I'm glad you didn't get bit." She glances at the others and lifts her brows at the interrogation going on. "I think everyone was just trying to help," she says.
Volya stared at Muriel like the woman's words were oozing out of her mouth. "What? So you're going to pretend I have no clue what I'm talking about?" Volya growled at the idea, shaking out her arms and finger to vent off some of the negative energy. Her eyes glanced at Darcy going all camera wild and going full reporter and went back to Muriel. "You know. And I know. Pray there's not a scratch on her." She narrowed her eyes at Muriel and left it at that, especially with George sweeping in to restrain his hound. She smiled at Mila got up with Corrine's aid. "So less reality sounds fair." Giving Isaac a thumbs-up, she grinned, "The man has added to his bag of tricks. It's better this way."
Muriel grins and winks at Mila, nodding. "Most inpressive, miss! Seems ye saved th'day!" her stormy blue-grey eyes glimmer with amusement. But with the immediate danger over with and the day wearing on, she sighs and steps away from the crowd..And the crazy photographer?! "Oy! Why don't ye point that thing elsewhere?!" eyes narrow upon Darcy, trying to step out of its line of sight, and away from attention, damn lunatics! And then there is Volya whom she cant seems to shake off. Her full lips turn downward into a deep frown, glaring darkly at her. "That best be not a threat, lassie.." she purrs before flipping her ginger locks and turning to stride off, far from the maddenning crowd.
"I will, I will," George murmurs to everyone who's told him -- very rightly -- not to be such an idiot, barely managing to look at anyone. He //really// doesn't manage to look at Darcy. "No, no!" he says a little bit louder, though not more forcefully. "I don't want to answer any questions!" He continues to haul the strange animal up the beach, and he makes decent time, considering that the rest of the people on the beach give him a very wide berth. Darcy may follow him, but he's not stopping, and it's not too long before he's gotten far enough past the sand to disappear behind one of the hotel buildings.
Corrine snorted and shook her head, watching the man flee off with is strange animal. With a smile she walked over to accept the beers from Isaac and offer a hand to help him up. Her voice was an amused purr. "Well hey there big guy. You're full of tricks aren't you?" She laughed and looked to the others. "Right. Two kegs, one for Mila. I'll treat." She grinned, before Volya's words made her raise both eyebrows. "I think this is a story I'd like to hear. You guys were telling me about this before weren't you?" She grinned as Darcy took pictures, turning to the camera and sticking her tongue out. "Over here! I am photogenic as shit."
The tide is low and ebbing.
Finally; it dawns upon Molly that someone, here, is taking pictures. Also, this person appears to know what they're doing. With the dog problem suitably... contained, at least, and Mila's leg no longer receiving canine-ish wooing, Molly turns to Darcy and approaches across the sand, clasping her hands behind her back. "So uhm... hi," she greets, casting a bit of a silly grin. "You're into photography, I see?"
Mila bent her knee and jabbed the rounded tip of the asp against her taut thigh before walking over to hand it to Isaac with a grin. "Mahalo for giving me your stick, kane. I would have used it if he'd even managed to hit higher ground. I'm Mila, by the way." She eyed the beer being offered and took one, gladly, opening it and tilting her head back to start gulping it as if it would wash down what had just happened, like dry cereal. When time came to make the decision between shotgunning the whole thing or taking a breath, Mila opted for the later and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth before she looked at everyone and smiled. "I heard Corrine say something about a keg with my name on it? I'm not selfish, I'll share!" She looked over at Volya and winked. "Not a scratch, he was surprisingly gentle, but not as fast as I'd hoped... or maybe feared he'd be." Ah yes, there was the uncomfortable humor, and Mila actually managed to smile about it with the most awkward of grins ever to grace her face.
"Thank you kindly!" Isaac grins as he takes the offered hand, letting out a laugh at Corrine's comment. "Modest too!" Using his free hand to dust all the sand from his trousers, Isaac then picks up his beer, taking another hearty sip. Feeling suitably lubricated, he heads over to Mila and Volya. "Hi Mila, nice to meet you, I'm Isaac." Taking the offered asp, he settles it back in his back and then pulls out another four pack of beer, lending credence to his claim of it being a bag of holding earlier. "If anyone else is thirsty?" He says with a grin before rounding on Volya. "Vee? Could you pretty please tell me what is going on? I'm not stoned and I still saw the dog thing and what was this about a boar?"
Darcy follows George to the end of the beach. "If you ever want to talk call the Honolulu Truth! Ask for Darcy!" She calls out, and then she turns to walk back to the beach. The recording device is turned off, and slipped back into her pocket. When Corrine sticks her tongue out she lifts her camera rather pointedly to get another picture. When Molly approaches her she looks at the other woman with a little tilt of her head. "Uh huh." She puts her camera strap around her neck, "You know something about what just happened?"
"I want a man with a slow hand... I want a lover with an easy touch," sings Kirsi after Mila makes her jokes about the beast's gentleness. She watches Muriel go, and then glances back at Volya, and then Isaac. "I don't know about the boar, but I think she thought it would help. She was trying to get it to go to her, not stranger danger Mila, from where I'm standing." She shrugs and is about to say something more, when her phone chimes, and she waves, pulling out the pink Blackberry to answer it.
Volya put on the most happy and beaming smile for the departing Muriel, "Spirit of Aloha. One should always lead with best wishes for no harm to be done, and cast the rest to the wind and the waves to be forgotten. And who am I to question Aloha. Aloha to you!" With a broad sweeping arm, she hopped to turn to Mila. "Scratchless was the hope." Volya pucked her lips and exhaled a jet of air upward until her lungs emptied before gasping for breath. "The wind can have it." She blinked as she looked from person to person, grinning at Isaac as she pointed to Mila. "The door." That explained a lot. "Oh! Pig! Right... There was an incident of people bringing a pig to the Leeward Coast. Bad juju and such. It got a bit toasty, but the pig lived and a few women got away. OH! Lola! That's why she was sniffing around the volcanic beach, she felt a score was unsettled. OH! Dah ass..." Grabbing Mila's hips, Vee leaned in to whisper, quite loudly to Mila's rear end, "We have discussed this, and we have an understanding. I called it top 2, but we both know the winner." And with a loud kiss on the left cheek, she stood straight up with a hop and waved to Molly. "Hey Molly!"
Molly shakes her head enthusiastically, in response to Darcy's question. "Not a thing!" she replies, with her usual, Londoner accent. "Except that that fellow appears to have given a dog and a crocodile the 'Fly' treatment, a la Jeff Goldblum. It sure was frisky, though." Her brow furroughs, and she ahems softly. "I was uhh... more wondering if you knew any photographers out there who might be looking for models? Or if there were somewhere good in town to post availability?"
Corrine grinned, cracking open her own beer and taking a long swig, sighing. "Well... it would taste better with my volleyball foes under my feet, but considering I haven't played in years probably not." Chuckling, she took another long swig and nodded, wiping her mouth of beer. "Hey there Isaac. Name's Corrine. Aloha." She smiled when Volya said the same word and explained her thinking, leaning on her staff. "So I heard kegs and presumably the food to go with them. Barbeque and booze?"
Mila was again ready to nod emphatically. "Booze, yes. Barbeque? Roy's is only like 300 feet away. Let's go. We can get full and eat like kings, and then drink like the cleaning ladies after they pick up after the kings." Mila polished off her beer and let out a satisfied whoop, before started an energetic half run toward the line of buildings just off the beach, one of which boasted the sign 'Roy's' in super simple script on a heavy wooden hunk of clapboard. The trashcan she approached was given tribute via Mila throwing the can in hard enough that it nearly bounced back out, but she watched it, making sure it stayed home. "No no, you go in the trash. I'm not having any more little embarassing hiccups tonight. I didn't even get to compete in the Volleyball tournament!" Naturally, she turned to motion to Volya and grinned at her. "Come on, Vee, my ass isn't happy without you coming along. It's going to demand the constant kissing for the rest of its life, now!"
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