Who: Envy, Greed, Lust, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, Alphonse Elric, Scar, Rin Okumura, Yukio Okumura Where: Olivine Beach When: July 31st Summary: By day, a fun vacation at the ocean. By night, BEACH EPISODE 2: TOTAL DRAMA BEACH. Rating: PG-13 Log:
[After a long day of messing around, it's about time to pile up some driftwood and start a fire. With luck, someone will have gotten the burgers and hotdogs to come out edible.]
[She isn't tipsy, or inebriated, or pleasantly toasted. She's drunk and tucked into a corner booth, eyes red and swollen and face flushed. Guttle is on the floor anxiously watching her, distressed and confused over the night's events. Lust just doesn't want to feel anymore. Nothing's alright and she can't imagine it ever being alright. She hadn't even bothered to tell anyone when she left or where she was going. She'd just needed to leave. She'd left the beach and been sick in a dumpster and stumbled into the closest open bar. And here she's stayed, still in her bathing suit top and beach sandals.]
Why can't we just be happy?
[In between drinks and quiet hitching sobs, she addresses Guttle. How had it all gone so horrible? She still feels sick. Sicker, somehow. More miserable and shattered. She just wants to keep drinking until she can't feel anything at all anymore.]
ARRIVAL/MEETUP
[GOOD GOING, EVERYONE. WE MADE IT IN ONE PIECE, minus Greed and Envy's egos. And hey, the sun's even out!]
[This will surely be a great day where nothing bad will happen.]
OCEAN
[PUT ON YOUR SWIMSUITS AND GET IN THE WATER, NERDS.]
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VOLLEYBALL
[Some other group left a net and a ball out here. Will they be back to collect it or join in? Who knows.]
[Does anyone here even know how to even play this game? WHO KNOWS.]
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BONFIRE
[After a long day of messing around, it's about time to pile up some driftwood and start a fire. With luck, someone will have gotten the burgers and hotdogs to come out edible.]
[Ah yes, everything is great right now.]
#deadishbalans
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#elrics
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A BAR BY THE BEACH
[She isn't tipsy, or inebriated, or pleasantly toasted. She's drunk and tucked into a corner booth, eyes red and swollen and face flushed. Guttle is on the floor anxiously watching her, distressed and confused over the night's events. Lust just doesn't want to feel anymore. Nothing's alright and she can't imagine it ever being alright. She hadn't even bothered to tell anyone when she left or where she was going. She'd just needed to leave. She'd left the beach and been sick in a dumpster and stumbled into the closest open bar. And here she's stayed, still in her bathing suit top and beach sandals.]
Why can't we just be happy?
[In between drinks and quiet hitching sobs, she addresses Guttle. How had it all gone so horrible? She still feels sick. Sicker, somehow. More miserable and shattered. She just wants to keep drinking until she can't feel anything at all anymore.]
I was never going to be good enough for him.
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