Victim fell victim to his own stupidity, and he fell into a deep sleep. By the time he awoke, it was midday, and the tide was nearly up to his neck. "Phawgh!" he leaps up, spitting sand out of his mouth. Apparently he'd rolled about in his sleep, and he was now completely covered in a hard mud. Stupid beaches! He looked down at himself. He was a small boy, no older than 14 or 15, and wore old fashioned clothing. His faded pants were well-worn and rolled up to his high calf. His reddish vest was all that covered his torso, and he kept his arms bare, save the two metallic bangles. He kept a small dagger in a waterproof sheath, where it was easy to reach. He rubbed his thumb over that idly now, looking at his surroundings. Now then, what was he supposed to do...? -- Ocean

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Date Posted: 15:56:12 01/16/05 Sun
Author: Victim?
Subject: Victim fell victim to his own stupidity, and he fell into a deep sleep. By the time he awoke, it was midday, and the tide was nearly up to his neck. "Phawgh!" he leaps up, spitting sand out of his mouth. Apparently he'd rolled about in his sleep, and he was now completely covered in a hard mud. Stupid beaches! He looked down at himself. He was a small boy, no older than 14 or 15, and wore old fashioned clothing. His faded pants were well-worn and rolled up to his high calf. His reddish vest was all that covered his torso, and he kept his arms bare, save the two metallic bangles. He kept a small dagger in a waterproof sheath, where it was easy to reach. He rubbed his thumb over that idly now, looking at his surroundings. Now then, what was he supposed to do...?
In reply to: Victim? 's message, "OOC: Aena! Behold! I'm alive and well, and waiting for you. (Of course, if other people are around and their characters are idle, they're welcome to join. We aren't the swiftest posters, but we rumble along.)" on 15:50:51 01/16/05 Sun

I've always wanted to say that Victim fell victim to something.

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Aena loved the smell of the beach. It was a salty smell, but she loved it. She walked in the water for awhile, the walked along the beach. She picked up a pretty shell and put it in her pocket. She started to run. She loved to run on the beach. Other people didn't like the feeling, but Aena love it. She ran and accidentaly tripped on Victim. She hit the ground hard and grouned. She suddenly looked up. ~What about the person I tripped on? I hope he, or she, is okay.~ She thought. She looked at Victim. "Are you okay?" She asked. (NT) -- Aena, 16:11:34 01/16/05 Sun