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The weeks fly by with unexpected speed.
One minute I'm the new kid, fresh out of an alien invasion, the next I find myself starting to relax and settle in. I can't really pretend the peace isn't a novelty, and an enjoyable one at that. I mean, once you get past the giant squids, the community bathrooms, the fact that next to nothing I pull out of the clothes box comes unequipped with sparkles of some kind and that one time I caught Chase singing and dancing, it's actually gorgeous here.
Whatever else I've been or done, I'm a California girl born and bred, and even I have to admit, Malibu's got nothing on this place for sheer looks. And I'm not just talking the inhabitants, although I can't deny that either. There's no smog here, no cars, no noise pollution, no pollution - nothing but this endless stretch of perfect beach. I mean, okay, yeah, would it kill whatever built that Compound to throw in an In-n-Out? But nothing's perfect, not ever, and as much as I miss the people I left at home, I can't say I miss the complications or the fighting. For the first time in a long time, it's like I can finally ease up and let go.
Which is why I'm out on the beach. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I had one at home. But when you're busy fighting crime and hiding from the good guys, there's not a whole lot of time left to just sunbathe, you know? I may not be able to get the clothes box to turn up anything I would have worn at home, but it's got no end of bikinis. Most of them are uglier than the one before and I've got to pair what I eventually found with freaking short shorts, and it has, like, dolphins and stars and octopi printed in light blue on navy, but it could be worse.
Judging by the contents of that box alone, it could be worse.
The sun's nearly gone as I make my way barefoot down the shore, but I'm not ready to go in yet. A little darkness really doesn't scare me. Tugging my hoodie closer around me with one hand, I look back over my shoulder toward the sound of someone else walking down the beach. "Hello?"
One minute I'm the new kid, fresh out of an alien invasion, the next I find myself starting to relax and settle in. I can't really pretend the peace isn't a novelty, and an enjoyable one at that. I mean, once you get past the giant squids, the community bathrooms, the fact that next to nothing I pull out of the clothes box comes unequipped with sparkles of some kind and that one time I caught Chase singing and dancing, it's actually gorgeous here.
Whatever else I've been or done, I'm a California girl born and bred, and even I have to admit, Malibu's got nothing on this place for sheer looks. And I'm not just talking the inhabitants, although I can't deny that either. There's no smog here, no cars, no noise pollution, no pollution - nothing but this endless stretch of perfect beach. I mean, okay, yeah, would it kill whatever built that Compound to throw in an In-n-Out? But nothing's perfect, not ever, and as much as I miss the people I left at home, I can't say I miss the complications or the fighting. For the first time in a long time, it's like I can finally ease up and let go.
Which is why I'm out on the beach. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I had one at home. But when you're busy fighting crime and hiding from the good guys, there's not a whole lot of time left to just sunbathe, you know? I may not be able to get the clothes box to turn up anything I would have worn at home, but it's got no end of bikinis. Most of them are uglier than the one before and I've got to pair what I eventually found with freaking short shorts, and it has, like, dolphins and stars and octopi printed in light blue on navy, but it could be worse.
Judging by the contents of that box alone, it could be worse.
The sun's nearly gone as I make my way barefoot down the shore, but I'm not ready to go in yet. A little darkness really doesn't scare me. Tugging my hoodie closer around me with one hand, I look back over my shoulder toward the sound of someone else walking down the beach. "Hello?"