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tushanshu_logs2014-01-12 07:35 pm
relentlesstide) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-01-12 07:35 pm
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[OPEN] if you're lost and alone
Characters: Arthur Curry and unsuspecting bystanders YOU
Date: Several
Location: Various
Situation: Open log for the month. PM or plurk me for any specific starters you want. Actionspam or prose welcome equally.
Warnings/Rating: Uh... Nonsexual Atlantean skinny dipping/nudity in A.
A - OPEN
Sometimes Arthur likes to reconnect with the sea. Sometimes a pool full of seawater in a climate-controlled suite just isn't enough, and he wants to slice through the cold ocean waves and feel a little more at home. The water feels perfect today; he doesn't hardly seem to feel the cold as he cuts through the water at speeds more common to quicksilver-fast marine animals than people. A ways out to sea, the foam he kicks up can be seen bubbling to the surface and floating on the waves as it dissolves in his wake. There are very few ways Arthur is comfortable letting off steam, and this is one of them, going back to a simpler time and a simpler him when it was just a man and the open ocean, no responsibilities, no worries, nothing to weigh him down. Like this, he just lets himself be, works his muscles in the drag and flow of the water until he can feel it, until he doesn't feel so cooped up in a fishbowl anymore.
After a long, long swim, a golden head pops up above the waves, and Arthur runs a hand over his hair, squeezing water from it and slicking it back from his forehead at the same time. His arms and shoulders are visibly bare, but that in itself doesn't necessarily mean anything. He's Atlantean, and he doesn't feel the temperatures. His swim back to shore is leisurely, a graceful front crawl until he can emerge from the water, dripping wet and... well, completely bare. He's not bad to look at if you're into that kinda thing, with a tightly muscled swimmer's build, but most people probably don't want to see this side of him.
Unfortunately for those people, he is completely unashamed of his state of undress, making his way a short distance up from the water to where he's left his things, trident stuck prongs-down in the sand, fishing net and pole, a small bag for his catch if he did any fishing, money for a few groceries on his way back home. "Oh for Neptune's sake," he mumbles to himself, toeing the sand with a frown as he searches for something.
It would seem everything is there except his pants.
B - OPEN
Arthur's errands these days generally mean he's accompanied by a massive baby turtle ambling around with him. There isn't much that he needs done, he picks up a few things from the market, he delivers some fish to a couple of restaurants in the Water Sector, he strolls by the canals to check up on the marine creatures that live there. Today he's doing his business on a street in the Water Sector full of various shops, talking to an apothecary at a small outdoor stall about something to do with his two fish companions at home, Verne and Nemo, when suddenly there's a rather large crashing noise behind.
Rio'era the turtle has knocked over - something. A cart? A stall? A person? Arthur doesn't even look, scrunching his eyes closed for a moment before he raises a finger. "I'll pay for that."
C - OPEN
Another evening, the sun starting to sink below the horizon, Arthur finds himself at a small cafe, sitting on the abandoned (due to the chill) outdoor patio at a small table with a drink, watching the sun go down. There's an almost melancholy expression on his face as he swirls the unidentified (this time non-alcoholic) liquid in his glass, and he's obviously thinking about something. The street is mostly quiet at this time of day, and that's probably why he's here, taking a few quiet moments to himself somewhere that isn't his lonely suite, without Rio, who he loves dearly but is also a bit of a handful (let her other parents handle her for a while).
Eventually, he drains the glass and stands up to leave, but he wouldn't be adverse to someone coming by to strike up a conversation.
Date: Several
Location: Various
Situation: Open log for the month. PM or plurk me for any specific starters you want. Actionspam or prose welcome equally.
Warnings/Rating: Uh... Nonsexual Atlantean skinny dipping/nudity in A.
A - OPEN
Sometimes Arthur likes to reconnect with the sea. Sometimes a pool full of seawater in a climate-controlled suite just isn't enough, and he wants to slice through the cold ocean waves and feel a little more at home. The water feels perfect today; he doesn't hardly seem to feel the cold as he cuts through the water at speeds more common to quicksilver-fast marine animals than people. A ways out to sea, the foam he kicks up can be seen bubbling to the surface and floating on the waves as it dissolves in his wake. There are very few ways Arthur is comfortable letting off steam, and this is one of them, going back to a simpler time and a simpler him when it was just a man and the open ocean, no responsibilities, no worries, nothing to weigh him down. Like this, he just lets himself be, works his muscles in the drag and flow of the water until he can feel it, until he doesn't feel so cooped up in a fishbowl anymore.
After a long, long swim, a golden head pops up above the waves, and Arthur runs a hand over his hair, squeezing water from it and slicking it back from his forehead at the same time. His arms and shoulders are visibly bare, but that in itself doesn't necessarily mean anything. He's Atlantean, and he doesn't feel the temperatures. His swim back to shore is leisurely, a graceful front crawl until he can emerge from the water, dripping wet and... well, completely bare. He's not bad to look at if you're into that kinda thing, with a tightly muscled swimmer's build, but most people probably don't want to see this side of him.
Unfortunately for those people, he is completely unashamed of his state of undress, making his way a short distance up from the water to where he's left his things, trident stuck prongs-down in the sand, fishing net and pole, a small bag for his catch if he did any fishing, money for a few groceries on his way back home. "Oh for Neptune's sake," he mumbles to himself, toeing the sand with a frown as he searches for something.
It would seem everything is there except his pants.
B - OPEN
Arthur's errands these days generally mean he's accompanied by a massive baby turtle ambling around with him. There isn't much that he needs done, he picks up a few things from the market, he delivers some fish to a couple of restaurants in the Water Sector, he strolls by the canals to check up on the marine creatures that live there. Today he's doing his business on a street in the Water Sector full of various shops, talking to an apothecary at a small outdoor stall about something to do with his two fish companions at home, Verne and Nemo, when suddenly there's a rather large crashing noise behind.
Rio'era the turtle has knocked over - something. A cart? A stall? A person? Arthur doesn't even look, scrunching his eyes closed for a moment before he raises a finger. "I'll pay for that."
C - OPEN
Another evening, the sun starting to sink below the horizon, Arthur finds himself at a small cafe, sitting on the abandoned (due to the chill) outdoor patio at a small table with a drink, watching the sun go down. There's an almost melancholy expression on his face as he swirls the unidentified (this time non-alcoholic) liquid in his glass, and he's obviously thinking about something. The street is mostly quiet at this time of day, and that's probably why he's here, taking a few quiet moments to himself somewhere that isn't his lonely suite, without Rio, who he loves dearly but is also a bit of a handful (let her other parents handle her for a while).
Eventually, he drains the glass and stands up to leave, but he wouldn't be adverse to someone coming by to strike up a conversation.
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"It might not be. I just wanted you to know, so you can make an informed decision about your contact with them." He won't tell Kal how to live his life, or how to protect himself, just as he hopes Kal wouldn't tell him what to do with his own, but he will provide information he feels is necessary. They can at least do that.