Somewhere on the Beach; Wednesday Evening
After going to a strip club with a bunch of people she wasn't even completely fond of, being showered in ridiculous glitter and getting a ridiculously disgusting lap dance, Emily had decided she needed to swim for a moment before actually taking a shower.
Plus she was still dizzy for the crappy drinks. Dammit Atton.
So she had quickly stopped by her room, grabbed a bikini (alcohol fueled choices were awesome), a towel and her robe and made her way to the beach. A moment later she was already in, the freshness of the sea dispersing whatever effect the drinks might have had. She had planned to swim only for a little while though, so it was the same. Before Emily started to swim her way out though, the waves started to get increasingly violent, to the point she was basically being tossed around. She was enough of a good swimmer to keep her head over the water, but the currents were all kinds of crazy.
A moment later, a sizable wave threw her into the shore face first. Spitting sand, Emily sat up to realize that in the craziness of the waves her bikini had been, to put it mildly, ripped off her. Why had she decided to wear the particularly frail looking set that you had to pretty much tie on you? The cherry on the cake was the figures of two gremlins running away with both her towel and her robe.
"This is not happening," Emily muttered as she looked around. She was alone, getting a bit cold and naked, but at least she had so much sand on her the details weren't evident. Still, the situation was far from good. The way back to the dorms was pretty simple, and if she ran she would get to there fairly fast; the fact it was dark was also in her favor...but it also meant that probably everyone was there by then.
Emily stayed quiet for a moment, debating with herself whether it would be a good idea to just settle on the beach and never ever go to the dorms again. But she had to get there, so ultimately she stood up, looked around again and started to run.
"This fucking island!"
[ Streaking! Because it had to happen. And I guess it's kind of open if someone wants to spot her in her way to the dorms. ]
Plus she was still dizzy for the crappy drinks. Dammit Atton.
So she had quickly stopped by her room, grabbed a bikini (alcohol fueled choices were awesome), a towel and her robe and made her way to the beach. A moment later she was already in, the freshness of the sea dispersing whatever effect the drinks might have had. She had planned to swim only for a little while though, so it was the same. Before Emily started to swim her way out though, the waves started to get increasingly violent, to the point she was basically being tossed around. She was enough of a good swimmer to keep her head over the water, but the currents were all kinds of crazy.
A moment later, a sizable wave threw her into the shore face first. Spitting sand, Emily sat up to realize that in the craziness of the waves her bikini had been, to put it mildly, ripped off her. Why had she decided to wear the particularly frail looking set that you had to pretty much tie on you? The cherry on the cake was the figures of two gremlins running away with both her towel and her robe.
"This is not happening," Emily muttered as she looked around. She was alone, getting a bit cold and naked, but at least she had so much sand on her the details weren't evident. Still, the situation was far from good. The way back to the dorms was pretty simple, and if she ran she would get to there fairly fast; the fact it was dark was also in her favor...but it also meant that probably everyone was there by then.
Emily stayed quiet for a moment, debating with herself whether it would be a good idea to just settle on the beach and never ever go to the dorms again. But she had to get there, so ultimately she stood up, looked around again and started to run.
"This fucking island!"
[ Streaking! Because it had to happen. And I guess it's kind of open if someone wants to spot her in her way to the dorms. ]