(Untitled)

[sea_brat]

The last forty-eight hours of Arthur Curry's life have basically sucked, and it is starting to look like the universe is going for a seventy-two hour spree. His best friend is in the hospital, his boat's half-wrecked, he is about to get his ass handed to him in court for his dolphin freeing spree, and he is apparently supposed to save the world

Comments

[anapplebright]

Pamela Isley is no great fan of sand and saltwater, but she's a sucker for a tuft of healthy Achnatherum hymenoides and has been sunning in the grass on a sand dune when Arthur breaks the surface. That's new. Nobody she's met before has ever swum in the manner of a dolphin. Smirking a little, she sits up and shields her eyes from the sun. "Need a towel?"

[sea_brat]

Arthur glances towards the direction of the voice and is rewarded with the sight of a gorgeous redhead. Well, maybe this place was not so bad. "That'd be great, yeah. I'm afraid I - got away from my boat." Considering it was still in dock, as far as he knew, that was a bit of an understatement. He runs his hand through his hair, shaking a liberal amount of water from the strands, careful not to spray the woman.

[anapplebright]

"Shame," Pam remarks, gracefully crossing her legs in front of her without disturbing a strand of the grass blowing in the breeze. "Especially as you're not likely to get it back now that you're here."

[sea_brat]

"...what's that supposed to mean?" Oh, great, is she going to sprout claws and attack him now? He has had enough of that to last him a long while. He takes a cautious step back, eyeing her.

[anapplebright]

The suspicious look makes Pam chuckle; it's been a while since someone's fixed her with one of those. "Oh, calm down. You're not in danger!" Yet, anyway. "You're just lost. Sorry to break it to you, honey, but you're not getting far."

[sea_brat]

"Is that a 'bwhaahaa, I'm never letting you go' thing, or a 'Welcome to Gilligan's Island' kind of deal?" Hell if he was ever going to trust pretty women ever again, if this kind of thing was going to start happening regularly.

[anapplebright]

Pamela quirks an eyebrow. "Don't flatter yourself, junior. Nobody else has gotten out, so you probably can't."

[sea_brat]

Alright, so hopefully that is a 'no' to the evil laughter. That is nice, at least. "Sorry, I've had a weird couple of days. Mind explaining the 'not getting out part?'" He looks back at the ocean; maybe there are not any boats on the island, but he can certainly jet out of here. Or so he thinks.