A day on the beach. [SOCIAL, OPEN]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

The only answer Amanda sadly gained was the loud snoring of a sleeping Oleg and a sleeping electabuzz. He slightly scratched his chest as he slept, some drool seeping across his jawline. He was deep gone. Rinnie proceeded to fly to her trainer, tilting her head at him slightly, cooing as she then flew back to Amanda, perching herself onto her head, cooing happily.

Lancel nodded his head to the skorupi as he then sat down, motioning for the skorupi to do the same as he placed his claw hands down onto his legs, closing his eyes as he seemed to begin to meditate.

[Chris Thyodor]

Chris, quietly listening on what was going on further out in the water, lowered his head upon hearing Seria's voice... great... this is going to be awkward, especially if she's clothed for the beach. Chris found himself laying back, not trying to hide in any way, since there was no point in a place like this, it was the girls idea, so he might as well get something out of it in the process.

Skorupi nodded as a response and sat alongside the Pawniard, quickly coming to understand what it was doing. Skorupi remained quiet, in order to not interrupt Lancel, since he figured it wouldn't be nice to interrupt his meditation, especially after having fought against each other before, better to try and get friendly relations.

Sol, at this point, noticed a strange rock of some kind, although she quickly realized it was merely a Nosepass that was stuck in the sand. Slowly shuffling over towards the Nosepass, Sol used her Psychic in order to ask the Nosepass if it would like some help in getting out of the sand.

Dusk found herself keeping an eye on the water now as well as on Chris and his Pokémon, having heard all the commotion, she decided that if attacks did get thrown from the water towards the beach and potentially people and Pokémon, she'd intervene... a giant icicle to the face often gets the point across. But for now though, she merely walked over and sat next to Chris, seeming quite fond of the current location, which was a bit unusual for an Ice Type.

[Tanya Christianson]

Tanya floated in the water in shock at how oblivious the jerk was. Did he realize it was completely his fault that the sand got all over her in the first place? She was quite a good swimmer, so she was able to keep her head above the water reasonably well. She still looked annoyed though.

She couldn't help being short, a fact that the boy bluntly reminded her of. At the same time though, he did in such an obliviously nice way she found it hard to get really mad at him. She could still be annoyed though, but she wasn't going to move to shallower water just because he said so. It seemed that he was going to move back to the shore though, but not before complementing Tanya.

"Just because you complemented me doesn't mean I not like still made at you!" Tanya yelled after him as she swam towards the shore. While it was nice to get the compliment, she took issue from how it was given from a guy who was so oblivious to his surroundings. As he headed towards the shore, she only then noticed the scars all over his body. What did he do to get those?

Tanya decided to stay within the waters, but close to the shore so that only her feet were submerged. Crossing her arms in annoyance, she nodded her head in agreement with Seria. "Well Cameron, as my friend totally said, it's like your fault everyone is covered in sand since you kicked in up onto everyone. Aren't you going to apologize?" She explained accusatorially. She wanted an apology for the way she and her fellow beach goers were treated. It was just inconsiderate and rude.

[C.B. Eleazar]

C.B. came to the beach dressed up in shorts and a dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. Her digital camera hung around her neck. She expected the beach to be relatively empty at the time, so when she arrived, she was a little disappointed. She wanted to snap pictures of epic scenery, damnit! That, and burds.

Madder, on the other hand, was enjoying himself, stalking watching that same Weavile from back in the Ruins and making a fool out of himself. Poor duck, he'll never get the 'mon of his dreams.

Oh, what's that? A pretty blonde and a Swablu. Swablu. Swablu. Swablu. She giggled. Archimedes, who was making lazy figures of eights above her, imitated a sigh. It's always the nutty ones, he thought, even back before his current assignment.

She approached the girl, who was removing sand out of her well... everything. "Err," the would-be photographer mumbled, unsure of how to begin, "can I take a picture of you and your Swablu?"

[Cameron Faulkner]

He scratched the back of his head, "So. . ." he let the word drag on. It didn't seem like there was much of a problem except for another bikini-clad beauty also having some sand all over her. "Honestly what happened here?" he looked around for a possible culprit and noticed a couple other people, "Seems that chubby kid over there fell asleep. Loner over there wasn't even playing in the sand. Oh yeah, why were you girls playing in the sand anyway or was it a fight?" a devious grin grew on his face. "Man would I pay to see that." Hell, any guy would pay to see that. A bunch of good looking girls slapping away at each other, rolling around on the ground an- wait. Focus Cameron, focus. He cleared his throat, only for Seria to interject. He looked over at her and pointed at himself, wearing an expression of utter disbelief. "Me?" This was indeed confirmed by Tanya.

He gave a hearty laugh, "So that's what this is all about huh?" He began to walk over to to the two. "Geez, if that was it you guys shoulda said so from the start." He placed his fists on his hips and wore his usual huge smile and with a deep breath he let out. "I'm not sorry." Yup, plain and simple. He laughed, "Just kidding, sure I'm sorry, I guess. Though honestly, you went to the beach, you should expect getting some sand on you, besides you could easily go in the water and get most of the sand off of you. Haven't you ever been to the beach before?" I mean honestly, were these girls princesses or something? "Wait hold that thought. . ." he place a hand on his chin and examined the two girls up and down. "I kinda like you two like this, a lot more real. Sexier." he emphasized.

If I hurt you or your boyfriends back at the shore when i was running I'm sorry. Though I'm pretty sure I didn't run over anyone so..." he walked deeper into the waters. "I think I'll just go back to swimming, you two are more than welcome to come with me. Be nice to have some lady company." he added with another light-heart chuckle.

[Amanda Dupomme]

She blinked, startled by the sudden appearance of the short-haired girl brandishing a camera.
''Pa-pardon?'' she stammered, only then realizing the Swablu had indeed migrated to her head. Sighing: Amanda carefully allowed the little thing to perch on her arm instead. Quickly and finally brushing of what little sand remained.

She turned to the other girl: ''Je suis désolé, mais... oh: pardon. I'm sorry, but the Swablu doesn't belong to me, my Pokemon are over there...'' She explained, gesturing to the Mudkip and Munchlax. Both of them were cheerfully building a sand castle over some wet sand. Lowering her hand, she turned back to the photographer. 

''Mais certainement, I suppose you could have a photograph if you want?'' she smiled, remembering the various moments of dressing up and being photographed by tourists back when she was a little girl, at the various Camphrier festivals. It really was flattering to be asked for a photo, enough to make her briefly forget and ignore the rude boy from earlier who now seemed to be arguing with some girls in the water.

[Tanya Christianson]

((Posting now due to being away for some time. Sorry if this is disrupting anything))

Tanya couldn't believe the gall of that guy. He seemed to be so simple-minded in an offensive way. He was even worse than Tanya when she was at her worse. She clenched her fists in anger at the half-hearted apology that he gave the girls. He then had the audacity to say what he had to say next.

"I know what a beach is, I live in Hoenn! People normally don't kick sand all over you though!" She yelled in frustration, stamping the ground angrily and glaring daggers at the boy. If looks could kill, he would already be dead. Her mind completely shut down when she was described as sexy.

"I-I'm not sexy!" Tanya cried out, extending her hands towards him and shaking them vigorously. Did people really think she was trying to be sexy? She was just wearing a bikini that she thought looked nice on her. As she was trying to get the rationalization behind the words that Cameron said, she then realized that she had heard his voice before.

"Oh my god. You're that idiot that insulted Miss. Eisenberg!" Tanya declared, her eyes opening wide. She probably should've guessed. People in the world don't normally exist. He had to be some sort of anomaly. How else could someone be so dumb? Did he get dropped on his head as a child or were his parents just neglectful.

"Grrr I can't believe the nerve of that idiot." Tanya murmured under her breath at Seria, grinding her teeth in anger as Cameron swam back in the sea. She was sure as hell not going to go swimming with him. After all, he was a pervert as well as a complete jerk.

"Lets try swimming away from him, ok?" Tanya said as she went back into the sea, making sure she kept a safe distance from him. If she was close to him, she might've had the urge to punch him.

[Seria Floria]

Seria blinked as the guy said he wasn't sorry, but then he was joking. Kind of. Seria didn't really get him. Though Seria certainly wasn't used to this sort of treatment either, when she was in Sinnoh, the only beach she was at was right by Resort Villa, so most of the people there were generally richer and more well-mannered. So she never knew that people could be that rowdy. Regardless, Seria tried her best to understand the guy, that is, until he said both her and Tanya were 'sexier' like this. Tanya seemed to take some form of offense to it, but Seria didn't get it. "Hmm? Sexier???" she looked at Tanya for a moment, and realized she was wearing a bikini, before turning her head back to the scarred boy and tilted her head.

Sexier? What does that even mean? Seria thought to herself as she turned to face Tanya and soon she yelled at him and saying he was the idiot that insulted Miss. Eisenberg. Oh, that's right. He's the one who brought up the whole wheelchair thing. Yeah, I have to admit, that was pretty dumb, even if I make stupid mistakes sometimes. Seria thought and scratched her head, still wading in the water. Soon, her friend began to wade into the sea and urged Seria to join her. "Okay, I'll go with you! " Seria smiled widely, before swimming up closely to Tanya.

She spoke a little low and was a bit close to Tanya. "Don't worry about him, it'll be okay! Let's just enjoy the time here."

[Cameron Faulkner]

"Kicking sand and running on sand is different isn't it?" It should be, at least he thought it was. "Like a kick usually goes like this." he reeled his foot back, his leg tightening and muscles preparing for his might swing. "KICK!" he shouted, kicking up a splash of water in the girls' general direction. "...Oops. Eh heh heh, okay I am really sorry about that." he apologized. "Hey, some of the sand is off of you now at least so thumbs up to that, right?" he gave a thumbs up and waited for them to return the favor. Good job Cameron. "All in a day's work, no thanks necessary."

It seemed the short one had a hard tame taking his comment so he did the first thing that came to mind. He moved his face closer to Tanya's giving her a quizzical look. "Hey." he said. "Take a compliment." he stated plainly. "Or not, honestly you look cute when you're flustered." he added, giving another laugh with a toothy grin. He then looked over to Seria, who seemed having a hard time grasping the fact he called her sexy or did she not know what sexy meant? Nah, it couldn't be that, these girls had to be miles ahead of him when it came to vocabulary. "Y'know sexy? Hot? Having all that? Milkshakes that brings all the boys to the yard?" he listed. "Oh yeah, I got it! Being incredibly attractive! That one ring a bell?" he added with gusto. She must be the sheltered type. "Well, I can't go calling you Tsunny and Princess, so since you know my name can I know yours?" he addressed Tanya and Seria respectively.

"Insulted Miss Eisenberg?" He didn't know who that was, and definitely didn't remember insulting a teacher. "Ohhh you mean Wheelchair Teacher. I didn't insult her. I just asked why she was in that freaking wheelchair. I'm supposed to ask teachers the question when I don't know the answer to that question, yeah? I just asked her that question. No big deal." He shrugged off. He heard Tsu- Tanya whisper something to Prin- Seria but could only make out 'idiot' to which  he couldn't help but laugh. "I may be an idiot but at least I'm not weak. He then began flexing, showing off his biceps, abs, shoulders, pecs. Various flexes to show off the most apparent of muscles. "Nice right? This is what boxing and an intense coach'll do to you. Hoo!" he flexed once more. "But I don't regret it." 

He then noticed them trying to swim away, to which he quickly lapped around them and shook his hands "Hey, hey, no need to be so, what is it?" he pondered. "Anti-social! Yeah that's it. No need to be anti-social, we just gotta work around eachother's differences and I'm sure we'll be the best of friends." he said, putting an arm around both of their shoulders. "Maybe even your boyfriends and weird girl back there. Oh yeah, you two know why she thought my name was Garsone?"

[Chris Thyodor]

Chris, now listening in on the situation over in the water, found himself sighing... how can that guy be so oblivious to everything... if the teacher is in a wheelchair and refuses to walk or stand, that means it's quite likely she is incapable of doing so... sure it's a simple question, but him not understanding that or how it could be insulting is pretty idiotic once you take a moment to think about it. Now seeing how he was going after the girls, Chris sighed even more... from what he could tell, they clearly didn't want to be around him, which is quite understandable... guess it's time to go help, and to 'try' like Seria said before.

Getting up and motioning for Dusk to walk alongside him, Chris walked over towards the water's edge and then called over, in order to get their attention. "It's a question with an answer that shouldn't even require you to ask it in the first place, if she can't walk or stand, of course she's going to be in a wheelchair, so you asking that question was pretty much a downright insult towards her, next time, if you are going to be asking questions like that, think first instead of insulting people... and leave the girls alone, if they don't want to be around you, you have no right to try and force yourself upon them" Chris said rather loudly, loud enough to make sure that would actually be able to hear his words and reasoning... sure, one may wonder if Chris even knows what he's talking about... but there are benefits of doing research before attending, helps avoid events such as these if you know before hand.

Dusk merely glared off towards them, mentally preparing herself for any eventuality so she would be able to react in time... given how the boy was acting, it would certainly be a good idea to do so, wouldn't be surprising if he just lashed out at some point given how much of an oblivious fool was being at this moment in time. Dusk silently prepared to use Icicle Crash, thinking that if the boy did try anything, the threat of being impaled by many giant icicles from all angles should certainly get the message across to calm down.

[Tanya Christianson]

"I'll try my best, I can't guarentee anything though." Tanya whispered back to Seria. The guy was seriously getting on her nerves and then he decided it would be a good idea to get them wet.

Tanya shrieked when Cameron kicked water at them. Judging from what he said next, it was as if he was expecting them to thank him for kicking water all over them. Tanya gritted her teeth as she tried to hold back any sudden urges to punch him, knowing she would get in trouble if she did.

"Shut up!" Tanya meekly yelled in response to being hit on, obviously uncomfortable with how close the guy was getting to her. She didn't like this, not one bit and her mind was screaming. An obvious blush was on her face and she kept her eyes down to the floor, refusing to make eye contact with him. When he was mentioning what sexy meant, Tanya couldn't bear it and wanted to just duck her head into the sand. Then he called her something which she took offense to.

"I am not a Tsundere!" Tanya yelled, stamping angrily into the floor. She was not going to be put into a little box like that. If he had any idea who she was, then he would know that she was much more dimensional than that stereotype. She had to constantly tell herself to calm down, or she could get in trouble and she cared more about that than she did him.

Tanya told herself she should stop being shocked by how idiotic this guy was, but she found it hard not to be. He just surprised her every time with statements that caught her off guard. He literally had no idea how insulting it was to a person in a wheelchair to be asked why they were in a wheelchair. If she wasn't so angry, she would've probably face palmed.

Did he just imply that she was weak? Oh hell no. He did not just say that. Any form of fear was lost at that moment as Tanya stomped over towards him. She seemed to completely ignore what the other guy had to say, but that was due to how focused she was on Cameron. She had to tell herself not to hit him, but she was not going to just let him say things like that to her.

"You think I care about what boxing and such does? Don't you ever dare imply that I am weak. I can kick your ass in a pokemon battle any day of the week and I will not let you say such things to me." Tanya threatened, looking him squarely in the eye. She didn't care if he punched her. He'd be the one that would get in trouble. She glowered at him, refusing to break eye contact and staying firmly where she stood.

[Cameron Faulkner]

Cameron sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t call you Tsundere, I called you Tsunny. You didn’t give me a name so how else am I supposed to address you.” He floated over address, hoping it was the right word. These people were so on edge he could cut through the tension, and it wan’t like he said anything stupid, he had to wonder, did these people just want conflict, or did they have some personal grudge against him. In fact, this was almost confirmed when another spoke up. “Huh, Loner boy?” he questioned upon hearing a new voice. Which, of course was another voice telling him don’t ask cripples why they are cripples.

“I really don’t get why you all care so much.” He said “I mean, say if she wasn’t a cripple. What would you think then huh? Sure she could pass it off like she’s been one the entire time around a class, and everyone would be too scared to ask her, but I’m not. If I want to know something, then I’ll know it. My question needed an answer. So I asked the question. It’s not like I was asking either of you why you were in wheelchairs.” He explained once more. “How did that saying go? The best disguise is in plain sight? Yeah I think that’s the one." His attention still fixed on the boy of many speeches.
“Loner boy, why are you so lonely, with your Weavil- wait a second.” He put his two fingers together , and moved them towards his mouth, letting out a sharp whistle. “Any second.” As if on cue, his Monferno dashed his way to the beachfront, on his way to his trainer in the water, “No, no don’t worry Trapez, I just want you to watch that Weavile there.” The Monferno gave a solid nod and sat on the sand, watching the threatening pokemon. “So Loner Boy, now we’re equal yeah?” 

Tanya seemed to be getting really mad about his training, “Weak?" He sighed. “Geez, people really read too far into what I say don’t they?” he asked aloud, “But I think I should mean what you think I mean now that I think about it.” He pondered scratching his chin. “Yeah, I mean you were the one who’s just been shouting ‘Idiot’ the entire time and before that all I did was compliment you.” Though she would have to learn how to take one. “Sure, I said you’re weak.” The girl was still looking at him threatening, and he just gave her his usual look. Sure, he agreed with the second meaning, but he wasn't going to get mad. “And I don’t judge books by their covers so I’m sure you’re packing some serious fire power too, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fight back.” He added, keeping eye contact.

Then he broke the silence. “Hey.” Trying to catch her attention. “Hit me.” He then added. “Go on, do it. You’ve had the look like you wanted to since I got here and started talking. So do it, stop holding back and clenching your fists, just give me a good one right here.” He said, pointing to his cheek. “Maybe you’ll calm down afterwards, maybe not, I just hate seeing you hold back on someone who’s taken more blows than a Hitmonchan.” He added. Giving his usual toothy grin. “Don’t worry I’m good for it, it’s not like I’d tell on you just for punching me.” If you don’t then I’ll just keep complimenting you and your friend here.”
 After all they were in the company of not only a boxer, but a man with three brothers that he fought constantly.

[C.B. Eleazar]

''Mais certainement, I suppose you could have a photograph if you want?''

"Excellent." C.B.'s face lit up in anticipation and her smile became a little bit manic. Then, without as much as a warning, she began snapping shots of the pretty blonde girl and the Swablu. Clicky! Clicky! Clicky! Archimedes not-sighed again, and nudged the trigger-happy girl. It was enough to snap her out of her picture-mania. She stopped and blinked, then realized what she just did.

"Ah, got a little carried away there." A pause. So much for polite, huh C.B.? "My sincerest apologies. That was rude of me." She smiled sheepishly. "I'm C.B. Eleazar, from the Wave Dorms." She said and held out her hand. "This is Archimedes," she continued, gesturing to the Porygon above her with a tilt of her head, then to the Psyduck, who was staring wistfully at the Weavile, "and the poor smitten duck over there's Madder."

"And you are?"

[Seria Floria]

Seria blinked as Tanya and the other guy started fighting. Well, it looks like everybody was really tense with one another. She blinked again after the guy began to kick up a splash of water in her direction. She was splashed but overall seemed rather unaffected by the move, instead blinking innocently. Tanya didn't handle it as well though, acting flustered and she began to yell at the guy. At last, he explained what being 'sexy' meant. After some moments, Seria nodded and got the message. "I see what you mean now. Do I really look good in this? Um, thanks!" Seria noddled before looking at Tanya worriedly again. Eventually, he said something that made the Wave dormer fly off the handle further, making the implication that she (and by extension Seria, but she didn't get it) was weak.

Eventually, when it seemed clear Tanya wanted to sock him in the face, Seria fidgeted and went up next to her, sort of clinging to her a little bit. "Aww, come on, Tanya, calm down, even if he's asking you to hit him..." Seria fidgeted and seemed genuinely concerned for Tanya, completely ignoring the fact the guy Cameron had ordered his Pokemon to sit on the sand to watch over another scene breaking out between him and, of all people, Chris. Chris was not actually in beach attire, something which weirded out Seria when she caught it in the corner of her eye. Now, Seria turned her attentions back to Tanya and the muscled guy.

"I don't like it when people don't get along..." Seria fidgeted and looked a bit teary-eyed, though she probably wouldn't cry, she was just being a bit on the pathetic side of things.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grumbled, the arguing finally reaching him as he woke up, rising up from his spot in the sand, wobbling over to the rest as he almost snarled out. "The hell's going on? I need my bloody sleep." Walter followed him, the electabuzz seeming also rather angry at the fact that his sleep was interrupted by petty arguing. Both looked from person to person, waiting for the answer, Oleg towering over the rest slightly.

Meanwhile, Lancel just meditated, having seemingly reached some deeper state of being, ignoring everything around himself to reach into his deepest thoughts... Or he was asleep. Hoare continued to spin in his hole, seemingly indicating he did indeed want help getting out of the hole.