Under the Sea [Oleg]

[James Wharton]

Under the Sea

Step by small step James took in the warmth of the sand which lay upon the beach.  It was soothing to the touch, and it felt great as it flowed in between his toes.  With various Pokeballs, some sunscreen, and a towel he was ready for the beach.  This was his first time coming here if he was correct, and he sort of regretted it.  The sand was warm, the water was probably great, and there weren't too many people here.  Then again, it was a school day, so that was to be expected.  But hey, he didn't have any homework, so no worries.

Carefully James placed his towel down on the sand, before straightening it out.  The towel had a simple design and colour scheme, it was just orange mainly, with two thin yellow stripes at the bottom and top of it.  Patting it down as to make sure there wasn't anything he missed he finally sat down, before grabbing his bottle of sunscreen.  Squirting a blob of the white cream on his hand he began to apply the sunscreen on his skin in various places.  On his arms, his face, behind his ears, and his legs.  However that was while he still had his shirt on, and when he took it off he applied it on his stomach, and most of his back.  The job on his back was a bit spotty, but hey, it worked.  Closing the bottle with a slight "click" he looked through his Pokeballs, before picking one.  Clicking the ball a few times an Eevee popped out, and pushed itself against James, begging for attention.  "Good Girl, who's a good girl?"  He said, as he began to scratch the Eevee.

2/10 Kangaskhan Egg

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg let out a loud snore. Than another. He had buried himself mostly under the sand, expect for a small breathing hole... Before suddenly hearing a thud and something sitting on him. The fuck. He raised his head, breaking away the sand as he stared at the... Well. Fine toned? Chest of a male. No idea, he had not really seen that many naked male chests. He then looked up at the head attached to this chest. "Yo."

He was a strange sight, all things considered. His face was... A mess, as if he had slept on the beach for at the very least eight hours, and his hair was so utterly in sand his hair had more of a brown hue.

[James Wharton]

As James gave his Eevee some attention he suddenly stopped, and turned his head around this way and that, looking for who spoke.  It took him a few minutes to find what had spoken, but once he did he simply stared at what appeared to be Giratina's spawn.  The thing he saw looked like it had slept in the sand for hours, and bathed in sand judging from its hair.  Dear god, was it even a student?  Maybe it was a freaking hobo, but how in Hell's blazes didn't he notice the body when he patted his towel?  Was it just covered in sand so much that he couldn't feel it?  Or did it just dig a freaking hole under his towel somehow?  So many questions, and so many he wouldn't ask.

It was probably a good idea to get off of him, but his spot was so, comfy.  Maybe it was the sand that made it comfy there, or maybe it was the hobo that he sat upon, either way though, he simply rolled to the side, and into the sand, as to get off of his towel.  "Errr, you a student here or you from the city?"  He asked, as Gabby the Eevee rolled until she hit James' head with a small thump.

3/10 Kangaskhan egg. 

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Student. Been here for... Overnight? I dunno. Had a wild night." Oleg shrugged a bit, lying his head against the sand. "I think I drank too much soy milk." Hm. Oleg had to think for a moment on what had happened. He remembered Amanda. Yes, yes, some mean words were said, then he went to the hot springs. And then... Soy milk? Was that his own brain made word for "drinking under age"? Oh well.

He then let out a grumble. Then another. Before bursting out of the sand like some angered titan, standing all and looming over the boy as he stretched himself. "Hrgh."

[James Wharton]

Seriously, this guy had been here overnight, and he was a student?  He had a wild night apparently, what the hell happened here?  From what he understood some water dorm member probably brought some alcohol or something.  But, apparently it was Soy Milk, who the hell gets this messed up from drinking soy milk?  This guy was clearly messed up in the head, in more ways than one.  Hearing various grumbles coming from what he's now dubbing "Sandman" he rushed up.  Meanwhile Gabby the Eevee just rolled around in the sand, getting her fur all sandy.  It was kinda cute, if it wasn't for the freaking Sandman erupting from the sand like some angered giant.

The bloody thing loomed over him while it stretched.  It released some demonic gurgle sound, and oh great, it wasn't wearing a shirt.  On its chest was sandy hair, basically everywhere.  He was definitely Sandman, no question about it.  Oh, and oh great, his towel was scrunched up now and covered in sand, along with his sunscreen bottle.  This day was going perfect, he met the bloody Sandman, what could happen next, he would be put to sleep?  "You alright, Sandman?"  He said, peering up at its face, not very certain he should have called it Sandman out loud.

4/10 Kangaskhan Egg

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"I'm not bloody sandman. I'm..." He blinked. Bloody hell, his head hurt. He shook it for a moment, getting his bearings as he then nodded. "I'm Oleg. Oleg Kirrlov. I think." Okay. Try to see what you can remember, Oleg. He scanned his brains, but honestly, he did not remember that much after that night of soy milk drinking. I think he met some girls? Legs? Yes, legs, he remembered legs. Not much else.

He then stretched once more, shaking himself as the sand slowly fell off his body, creating a mighty pile of it around his feet. He still looked like a mess, bags under his eyes along with some... Scratch marks on his chest?

[James Wharton]

Oleg Kirrlov, that was an interesting name to say the least.  Well, it seemed like he wasn't intoxicated enough to not remember his name fully.  But honestly, how does one get intoxicated off of soy milk?  Unless that wasn't soy milk the guy was drinking, oh god, would he have to report this to the Headmaster?  That some student got drunk on school property?  He really didn't want to have to tell a staff member something like that, and he really only wanted a nice calm day.  But bam, Mr. NotSandman comes right along from under his towel.  Like, honestly, who the hell sleeps under the sand like that?  It was a miracle he could even breath under there without someone covering up his air hole.

Oh, oh look, he was shaking off the sand from his body.  Well, that was splendid.  With all the sand that was on his towel he was highly doubtful that it would make a difference any more if  he added to it.  But honestly, why in hell's blazes was the guy under there?  Like really, wasn't it obvious that he could go without air?  "You are aware that you could have umm, died under there?  And uh, having drunk 'Soy milk' didn't really help the situation of being under there."  He said, trying to understand why the student had done this crazy stunt.

6/10 Kangaskhan egg.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Wouldn't have been TOO bad. Life's in the shitter at the moment." He slowly squinted his eyes. "Wait, fuck, no it's not. The hell's wrong with me. Bleh." Oleg proceeded to slump down next to the boy, not really seeking companionship. More like wanting to sit his arse down. His legs hurt, for some reason. "Riiight. Give me a moment."

He then begun to rub his forehead, biting his lower lip as he tried to remember more. "I... I kept a guard to make sure people wouldn't go near the airhole." He looked around. "OI, WALT! LAZY ARSE, GET UP!"

And then another figure burst out of the sand, about two feet away from the two boys as the electivire let out what was seemingly a yawn. "Bloody hell, I told you not to go to sleep. I could have died! I think."

[James Wharton]

Well, that was certainly an interesting remark on what he thinks about life.  And wait no, he took back his words, and now he sat down next to James.  All Oleg said was "Give me a moment" as if he was trying to think of something that would make this whole scene alright.  And apparently he had kept a guard, what an absurd, oh wait he did keep a guard.  After calling the name "Walt" another figure burst out of the sand again, how many freaking things were under the sand here!?  The thing that burst out of the sand was around two feet away from himself, and that thing turned out to be some kind of electric type.

Oh great, he told Walt he wasn't suppose to go to sleep and he could have died.  Honestly, that was just a bad idea keeping one Pokemon up all night to make sure you don't die.  But, literally, why didn't he sleep in his dorm.  Unless he really was intoxicated as much as he thought there wasn't really a valid reason as to why he didn't.  "So, uh, why don't you sleep in your dorm?  Or do you just live in the city and walk to school?"  He asked, somewhat curious as to what the boy would answer with.

7/10 Kangaskhan egg.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg was just about to begin a rant to Walt. Instead he turned his head to James like he was some sortta madman, tilting his head so much it was a surprise his neck didn't hurt. He then thought about it for a moment before beginning to speak in his coarse voice. "Well. I think I got slammed. By soy milk. My mind says it was soy milk, at least. I think I met some ladies of the night or something. No idea, I do remember legs. Lots and lots of leg." Oleg stroke his chin for a moment, looking at the scratch marks on his chest.

"And then I just wobbled here and fell asleep. I guess. What day is it."

[James Wharton]

Yep, this guy was definitely messed up in the head.  Honestly, he turned his head like he was some sort of madman, who did that?  And then he just tilted his head more and more, it was surprising how far the Sandman could tilt his head.  After having tiled his head however Sandman spoke, something about getting slammed by some soy milk, his mind says it was soy milk?  He saw lots of legs, met some and met some "Ladies" before wobbling over to the beach to get some sleep.  Really, truly this guy was insane.  That stuff he drank couldn't have been soy milk, and if it was it was either mixed with alcohol or this guy was messed up in the head beyond imagining.  

"So you sure that was Soy Milk you drank, like from a carton and not from a glass bottle?"  He said, not quite sure if this guy got alcohol confused with soy milk.  Because honestly it didn't look like he'd drank soy milk, it looked like he'd drank something that made him go bonkers.

8/10 Kangaskhan egg

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"I have no idea. Honestly, I'm pretty sure my mind is just making excuses for me so I don't have to think about the fact that I probably drank. And that I might have had some... You know. Ladies of the night and stuff." He then reached for his backpocket, furrowing his brow as he stared at a card. Fake ID. "Well. That explains a lot. And I don't even have any idea where I got this." He then handed the card to Walter, whose fist then lit on fire and burned the card.

"My head hurts. And I think my crotch hurts. I think someone kicked me here. And for hells sake, my chest hurts. Someone scratched me there." He looked around for a moment. "You know, it strikes me that it might not be smart to tell someone about my nightly adventures."

[James Wharton]

Well then, he was probably going to have to tell the Headmaster about Oleg's nightly adventures.  Or would he tell the nurse?  The nurse would probably be able to get him into some rehab thing, yah, definitely tell the Nurse if he's going to tell anyone.  From the sounds of things he had somehow paid someone for a fake ID, gotten, err, some pleasures possibly.  And uh, got kicked in the balls, yah, so far this guy sounded pretty weird.  Oh, and look, his Pokemon had burned the fake ID, he wasn't sure what to think any more of this guy.

The guy's head was trying to tell him he drank Soy milk, when from the sounds of it he drank an alcoholic beverage while trying to flirt.  Great, just great, he had to find the weird guy at the beach.  "Yah, uhh, you should probably talk to the nurse 'cause it sounds like you do this often.  Like, drinking and. . . stuff. . . ."  He said, knowing full well that Oleg would understand what he meant.

10/10 Kanaskhan egg.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"No, no, this was my first time." That Oleg was sure of. He was as straight as a straw usually. He had just had things on his mind. He did remember a bit more now. "I think I was in a bad mood and I somehow got a fake ID. And then drank a bit. Just two glasses of... Something. I dunno. And then... I think I was clear enough to not go after the ladies of the night. I think they came to me. Not sure." Oleg stroked the back of his neck. He did not want to get into trouble again.

"Lissen'. This is the first and only time this has happened. That much I know. So be silent about it. Please. I'd prefer to stay here and study rather than go back home declared as a drunkard. Even though I ain'. Only two glasses." He nodded sagely. He was slowly getting his thoughts back together.

[James Wharton]

Well, apparently it was Oleg's first occurrence where he had gotten drunk, apparently.  It was basically the usual deal with with, he was in a bad mood got a Fake ID and bought a few drinks.  Honestly, it's surprising that the bar tender didn't deny him, but he did have an ID, even if it was fake.  Guess he must have gotten a pretty good one, but that was beyond the point.  He talked some more about the females, how he didn't go after him, and how maybe one came to him.  The only reason he could see for one to come to him was to kick him in the groins, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.

Still listening to Oleg patiently he listened to what he had to say, and this part was mainly about how he didn't want to go back home for drinking.  It was understandable, he didn't want to go back home for drinking two glasses of some alcoholic beverage.  The guy sounded like he wanted to study here, and James wasn't intending to stop him.  "Uh, yah sure.  Your secrets safe with me. . ."  He said, before he looked around for Gabby, unsure of what to say.  When he finally spotted her she was rolling towards the Electrivire, before she hit it with a small thump.  She simply looked up at the Electrivire, with her stomach up in the air.  She wasn't sure of what to do, so she simply store at Walt.