A Vacation, Interrupted (Open)

[DezzyBee]

Short blond hair, petite, long smooth legs... Dezzy was every man's fantasy, or at least that's what she continuously told herself. It wasn't often she got a chance to go on a vacation or even get out of her town for something other than a mission. Summer was upon her though, and she had saved a lot of money to come to the most fun place she could think of; Costa del Sol. It was her favorite vacation spot; warm, bright and full of happy people, she felt like she could live here forever, if not for the ridiculous cost. Costa del Sol was in what many considered its winter months; it was much slower than usual, but still too warm to wear much more than her jean shorts and a bright blue bikini top to match the highlights in her hair.

Kalm's summers were too cool for her liking, especially after a long cold winter. Now she intended to get the sun tan she was craving, and hit on a few guys. Who knew, maybe she'd get wasted and pass out somewhere on the beach in drunken bliss! It was time to live a little. The young woman planted herself on a blanket on a nice warm spot in a good view of the area around her. There were lots of families playing and enjoying their time away from the daily grind of work and school, and a few couples walking hand-in-hand on the beach sharing a romantic moment or two. Sometimes Dezzy wished she had the energy and time for a relationship. However men were nothing but trouble in her past experience, and she was done with trouble. Still, being cuddled and loved on was always nice.

Dezzy shook her head with a laugh as she opened up her book and laid back to enjoy the sun and the good read. Reading for pleasure? Now that was better than any man could give her. The greatest joy in life was a good book, a nice long nap and an ice cold bottle of water with the sounds of the ocean around you! Well that and a nice hot bath after a long day of work, of course. Dezzy was like a sponge for information, after all she was an information broker, and while pleasure reading didn't really give her what she needed to succeed, it sure did relax her mind after so long in front of a computer... that was not to say her hotel room didn't have her usual set up of at least three computers monitoring various things all at once. She just wasn't hunched over the keyboards actively searching for things.

Little did she know her wonderful time of relaxation was about to be completely shattered. She should have though. Ain't no rest for the wicked, after all!

Rufus Shinra on the other hand was a little more on the miserable side. Vacationing wasn't his thing, especially as of late... however he found himself laying in a hotel room feeling a little worse for wear. He wasn't sure what he had eaten to make him this sick, all he knew was that his stomach just wouldn't stop cramping and he just wanted it all the be over. At least the Turks had left him alone to go do their thing. He hated anyone seeing him sick, much less weak. This was NOT a part of his plan.

[ThePaleGhost]

"Sun, sand, and ocean...

... Piña coladas and chicks in bikinis, yo~!"

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Kyrie Attire: Bikini. Sarong.
Reno Attire: Beachwear.
BackGroundMusic:

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The ocean... A wavy endless mass of the most peaceful colour you can think of, reflecting the sky and goes as far as the eyes can see. It's crystal-like waters drowning the eyes of those that stare forever. When you stand in the sun and feel the warmth, that's the way the ocean feels when the sun shines on it; bright and beautiful.

On Costa del Sol's golden sands sat Kyrie, a notebook resting upon her knees which were brought close to her chest as she glided a pen across the crisp white papers. Various sea shells and stones were to the left of her, some of which had been drawn into her book as she wrote down her thoughts, a flurry of poetic observations decorating the hand made notebook's pages. Coming to a stop in her thoughts, she looked on at the sea and smiled as if inspiration had struck her before going back to writing. It was then a glowing blue creature cross between a rabbit and a fox with three tails and a red gem on its forehead came bounding towards her, a pretty pink shell held in its mouth shaped like the number three. Seeing a twinkle in the corner of her eye, Kyrie looked over at the adorable being and smiled. "Ah? Another one for me?" she chuckled, holding her hand out as the creature known as a Carbuncle dropped the little treasure in its owner's hand before dashing off to collect more pretty things before its friend could protest.

The white clad writer just shook her head and smiled, soon pressing her pen against the pages once more as she began to sketch again - this time an attempt of her beloved blue friend and the various shells it collected for her.

Often quiet and a lover of sleep, the Carbuncle tends to hide in crystal or underwater caves. A small creature, of either blue or yellow in colour, that has a gem in its forehead crystallized from the brain of a dead dragon. According to myth, it is good luck to catch a Carbuncle. It's name is of archaic origin, given to any red cabochon cut gemstone. The name applied particularly to red garnet. The gemstone on a Carbuncle's head is precious, Many have tried to capture this jewel and have failed. It is said that if one sees the precious jewel on its head and tries to capture it out of greed, the Carbuncle will sense this craving and emit a bright ray of light that blinds the person. That person will not get the jewel. The Carbuncle is excellent at sensing the feelings of others and will attack and blind a person with this ray of light even if they carry in their heart even a small amount of greed for treasure. If one runs away in fear of this beast, he or she too will not obtain the jewel. However if one is content in life and does not wish for wealth, the Carbuncle will sense this and will drop the jewel from its head and peacefully walk away. This particular one loves to collect treasures, even if they're not beautiful to human eye - A magpie complex, if you will.

As she finished her sketch and description, she was once again joined by her little furry friend who just so happened to find another treasure. This time Kyrie's brow raised slightly as she held out her hand again and a white shining pearl was dropped in her palm, she looked back at the Carbuncle. "It's very pretty. Good girl, Elara," she smiled, gently petting the gentle creature as it began to purr contently, a small kiss in the form of a lick was bestowed upon the SOLDIER's hand.

After a good, long and rewarding petting session, Kyrie dropped her hand and soon rummaged around in her bag to collect an assortment of tools, mainly string and clippers. "How about we make these into our own personal little trinkets," she smiled suggestively at her fluffy friend who seemed to chirp in agreement as it shuffled over onto its human friend's lap after she put her book away.

Near a swimming pool and mini bar by the hotel's entrance, however, sat a certain red spike haired Turk on a deck chair with a fruity drink in hand as he watched his fellow colleagues by the pool, some of the other female Turks were splashing around in the pool in their bikinis, but he knew better than to stare... Those chicks were scary and would easily drown him so he just snickered, glad to be away from the office for a good couple days. "Ahh, man! This is the life, eh buddy?" he smirked whilst stretching as he looked over at his partner in crime, Rude, though a huff escaped the young Turk as he found that he was asleep.

"Well, screw you then!" he chuckled, taking another sip of his drink while lounging around like some sort of playboy. He couldn't think of anything better, a couple days off work was just what he deserved after all the torment and hard working days he'd gone through... Sure, the President ordered them all to babysit the V.P whilst he took his own vacation on a cruise, though the little squirt wasn't feeling well which gave Reno all the more opportunities to kick his feet up and catch some rays. He let out a cheeky snicker as he spoke to another Turk.

"Hey! Think the VP minds that I slipped a little something in his meal on the boat that brought us here? No offence, but we're Turks! Not babysitters!" he chuckled, some of which agreed and snickered along though some of the older ones were shaking their heads at the red head's pranks, praying to whatever holy being their was that no one found out.