Billy Cranston (
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Instant Fun, Just Add Shark
Characters: Billy and anyone!
Location: Garden's pool, fairly early one morning.
Rating: PG (nothing more saucy than people in swimsuits)
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Summary: Bubbles. Heart pounding. It's a shark---no, just Billy out for a swim.
When swimming, Billy prefers to keep his head below the water. It's not to show off his ability to hold his breath for a lap or two---that's a good side benefit, but it developed after his preference for staying underwater. He stays below because it's an easy way to drown out the world. With his head submerged, he can't hear any disapproval of offworlders. There's no commentary on his scarred body. And, perhaps most importantly, he can be aware of any lingering threats if his eyes are open.
So Billy spends as much time underwater during his laps as possible, prescription goggles firmly attached. He's a stream of bubbles and a peach and blue shape sliding the surface, only surfacing for air for a few brief seconds. This swimming is entirely serious business, you see. No time for chat. Just time to...run. Or swim, in this case.
His concentration is quite suddenly interrupted by the bean bags that some clown has decided to throw in. He scowls, surfacing for just long enough to toss one to the deck. You'd almost think some people have fun when they go swimming!
Location: Garden's pool, fairly early one morning.
Rating: PG (nothing more saucy than people in swimsuits)
Open/Closed/Finished: Open!
Summary: Bubbles. Heart pounding. It's a shark---no, just Billy out for a swim.
When swimming, Billy prefers to keep his head below the water. It's not to show off his ability to hold his breath for a lap or two---that's a good side benefit, but it developed after his preference for staying underwater. He stays below because it's an easy way to drown out the world. With his head submerged, he can't hear any disapproval of offworlders. There's no commentary on his scarred body. And, perhaps most importantly, he can be aware of any lingering threats if his eyes are open.
So Billy spends as much time underwater during his laps as possible, prescription goggles firmly attached. He's a stream of bubbles and a peach and blue shape sliding the surface, only surfacing for air for a few brief seconds. This swimming is entirely serious business, you see. No time for chat. Just time to...run. Or swim, in this case.
His concentration is quite suddenly interrupted by the bean bags that some clown has decided to throw in. He scowls, surfacing for just long enough to toss one to the deck. You'd almost think some people have fun when they go swimming!
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Yet.
So she kept throwing them until he did.
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Billy paddled to the ledge of the pool, clinging to it with one hand. He made a self-conscious effort to sink as low as possible, exposing only the tops of his shoulders.
"All right, you got me. What is it?"
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"Is there room in the water for one more?" She threw the beanbags in for a reason. Not just to throw at him, but to retrieve them.
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"Sure, it'd be rude of me to hog it all. The temperature's just fine."
He silently thanked his luck that she hadn't just made a cannonball and startled him even more.
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"Thanks!" Pinkie stood up and put her goggles over her eyes before walking away. Strange, right?
Until she ran and did a--
"CANNONBAAAAAAALLLLL" Her entrance into the water was perfect, with a heap of water shooting out from the pool.
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"An eight," he joked.
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"My my Mr Cranston you sure look like you know what you're doing in there even if it seems like you are more on edge than anything~" she mused as she tossed the bean bag from tail to tail, bouncing it around playfully as she crossed her legs and leaned forward.
"Is there something on your mind?"
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"That's just how I swim. Plenty of time to think when everything is silent," he insisted, hoping she believed him. Absolutely nothing else going on here.
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"It's hard to hide things from people like me, but if you insist I shall play along Mr. Cranston..." she smiled, narrowing her eyes mischievously at him as she leaned forward, making good use of her body as she usually did.
"Maybe you could use a bit of relaxation in private? Or is a swim good enough for you?" she paused, her smile widening. "I do hope the water is cool enough, I do believe there is a warmth rising nearby."
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"Oh wow, I suppose rumors are true~ You do seem to go after another type of gal." she said in a coy manner as she leaned back a little, a few of her tails offering support.
"But I suppose that's not bad. It means I don't have to stay here for more than I should then~ A bit of relaxing before leaving you to your worries, not that I have any further intention of bothering you Mr. Cranston."
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"Not much of a return on that one."
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"...oh, it's you. I see you're picking up where Miss Pinkamena left off. Aren't your sport's balls a little bigger?"
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He easily pulled himself into a dive and retrieved one, idly juggling it in his hand when he surfaced. "The water weight won't help now, I imagine. But enough momentum from an acrobatic trick should do it."
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Jecht scooped a bag out of the water, then tossed it into the air. As it arced up, he ducked under the water briefly, then kicked off the bottom to launch up into the air. Spinning, he caught the beanbag with a bicycle kick just as it began to fall back down. It hit the water's surface like a gunshot, sailing halfway across the pool before resistance finally stopped it.
Jecht splashed back into the water lithely. "Y'see? The way I figure it, if I can get it to bounce out the other side, I'm finally back in shape."
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Forward dated to two days after Snake's arrival
He wasn't planning on bothering the one other swimmer that seemed happy to be left alone, but Oscar and Emily swimming lazily through the water near Snake might be a rather concerning sight.
hey, rubber water snakes!
Totally just fake snakes~
cue the screaming girls
"Now where did you come from?"
They all go running!
Re: They all go running!
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morning darlin'
Hey, sorry, school ate me, and then there was a con!
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When he surfaced to find his hand brushing one, he immediately latched onto to the pool wall and blinked rapidly. He couldn't see too well, but the pair looked like Snake's friends. And he remembered that they could talk. Naturally, the way to confirm something was to ask them.
"Hello?"
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Snake still relaxed a little ways away, opening one eye at the sound of Billy's voice. He closed it again, "'Hello,' is what Oscar is trying to say."
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"Hey, I remember you. So are you all settling in?"
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