┌──────────────────┐│ＭＩＣＫ_ ＭＵＮＤＹ│ ♥ │ ♂│Tags: open└──────────────────┘ The man sat watching over his 'territory'. It was a vast kingdom of nothing but sand and water. Of course it actually wasn't his, he didn't own the land past his house. His home was situated atop a cliff that overlooked the ocean. It was pretty nice, despite the giant drop down to the beach below. Though he's made it work out in his favor. He was sitting in short jean shorts, and a tank top. His hair was tied back in a half braid half pony tail. He was sitting on his balcony, his legs swung over the edge and dangling, pointed down to the sand below. One wrong move and it would be the end. However this man was strong, and he knew better. He was just to watch the water for now.
After a bit of watching he became bored. The man twisted himself, pushing himself back onto the wood balcony and walking for the blue and white trimmed home. However the barefoot man didn't head back inside, he vaulted over the railing onto the adjoining lawn and began his dangerous descent down the cliff, down a designated trail he had marked as the safest for him. He slid down on his butt for a bit, before grabbing onto a few roots and jumping down to the soft sand below. He chuckled to himself, wiping the sweat from his tanned brow and flicking his hair aside. It was then he stood up from landing on his knees and walking off for the water. It was pretty nice out today, a good dip in the cool water never hurt anybody. He knew how to swim, anyways. He spotted many families playing around nearby, but otherwise it was quiet. This section of the beach was more for neighbors and their families. The bigger public was down the shore a good few miles. However, sometimes some of the public would find their way up this way. It wasn't a big deal.
Mick continued to walk, he looked up and down the beach. As an Aussie, he loved California. More or less dangerous, about the same temperature. It was perfect. He sped up his pace a little and made it to where the water came in and out on the sand. He stood still for a bit as he looked down at it, stepping around to search for particular shells and rocks each time the tide went out. When the time came in, he stood still and stood firm. Each wave was a new possibility.
He did this alone. Sometimes, being alone was nice.
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┌───────────────────────────┐│ＡＤＡＬＲＩＫ___ＨＥＩＬＢＵＲＧ│ ♫ │ ♂│Tags: open└───────────────────────────┘ He didn't know why he woke up, but he did. The man's eyes opened and stared at the ceiling for a good moment before he sat up and looked around. It was the beginning of another morning in paradise. He was quick to shower, quick to dress and before two hours were up he was out the door. The man had on a very fitting blue shirt that basically matched his fluffy hair, which sat in his face. It covered up what he didn't want everyone else to see. Adalrik walked down his street and down to the pier, where there were many shops and little places to explore. It was like a small little paradise by the beach. Of course it wasn't on the beach, you still had to walk a few yards to get to the actual thing. He was wearing long black pants and dark sneakers with socks. He didn't really seem ready for the beach today. He was okay with the heat, but he more or less liked staying inside where the AC was. He had his wallet on him, connected to his belt loop with a chain. He was interested in seeing if there was really anything he wanted to buy. He didn't have anyone to send anything to, there was no family back home. None that he knew of, anyways. The man brushed a bit of hair from his face as he stood outside a few of the shops and idled to window shop. Eventually the man pulled out a pack from his back pocket and a lighter from his front. He opened it up and pulled out one, sticking it to his lips and covering the end to flick his lighter to it. After a second or two he managed to light it and he sat smoking for a bit. He was bored, really just waiting for the world to change. Or anything else to happen. His life was bleak. At least that's what he believed.
Adalrik had nothing to do, except slowly making his way down the sidewalk with his cigarette trailing smoke behind him as he made his way for the music shop down the street. He liked that music shop, he liked testing out the instruments there and learning new ones.
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