Post by Michael Lurgone on Dec 22, 2008 1:11:06 GMT -5
Michael found himself sitting in his Toyota Tundra wondering how the hell he had gotten here. He looked around and saw the beach and remembered he was planning on going, but for the love of him, he couldn't even remember leaving to get here. He must have dozed off or his mind went somewhere else on the drive over here. So much for that safe driving everyone always said. He still was in disbelief he didn't remember driving here. Michael had heard of stuff like this, you were so focused on something, or it was an every day pattern driving somewhere you just forget you were even driving to the place. The odd part was that he didn't really know how to get here from heart since this was his first time, and he didn't think he was whole heartedly focused on something. Sighing he just shrugged his shoulders, taking out the key from the engine, hearing the soft rumble of the engine turn off.
After grabbing his towel, the door had been shut and he heard the beeping of the car being locked. Walking at a usually faster pace than he normally did, he had his eyes locked on the water, hearing the ocean's waves. Stopping, he took in a deep breath letting the familiar smell of the ocean fill his lungs. Ah, now this is what he really did miss. He hadn't been to the beach in such a long time, and boy was it feeling good. Looking around he had a smile on his face not seeing anyone on the beach. Perfect. The beach could be all to himself for now. Finding a spot decently close to the water, he layed out his towel and sat down, taking off his t-shirt. The ocean's breeze hit his face as he sat there and then layed down. Closing his eyes, once again is mind just drifted relaxing to the ocean's sound and just enjoying the gorgeous day. Putting his legs down to lay out flat, he winced in pain as he shot up and looked down at his leg. Damn it he muttered to himself. Stupid Joker. He frowned thinking of his horse utterly upset with him. The stallion had been unbearly hard to work with today, for whatever reason and it was just lungeing. While trying to fix some of the stallion's lungeing gear Joker had managed to both get a good step on Andrew's foot and later manage do take a snack out of Michael's leg. Michael had quickly delevered a hard smack to Joker and because of that, luckily, he didn't get as much flesh that Michael ahd thought he would. It would still leave a nice bruise on Michael's leg, especially since they were in "shape" with all the working out he did. Letting out a sigh of frustration, he punched his hand in the sand. He wanted to come to the beach to relax and forget about life for just a bit, but no. Joker had started it, and all his other worries an dproblems were coming up, especially bills. Great. Maybe a run would do.
After grabbing his towel, the door had been shut and he heard the beeping of the car being locked. Walking at a usually faster pace than he normally did, he had his eyes locked on the water, hearing the ocean's waves. Stopping, he took in a deep breath letting the familiar smell of the ocean fill his lungs. Ah, now this is what he really did miss. He hadn't been to the beach in such a long time, and boy was it feeling good. Looking around he had a smile on his face not seeing anyone on the beach. Perfect. The beach could be all to himself for now. Finding a spot decently close to the water, he layed out his towel and sat down, taking off his t-shirt. The ocean's breeze hit his face as he sat there and then layed down. Closing his eyes, once again is mind just drifted relaxing to the ocean's sound and just enjoying the gorgeous day. Putting his legs down to lay out flat, he winced in pain as he shot up and looked down at his leg. Damn it he muttered to himself. Stupid Joker. He frowned thinking of his horse utterly upset with him. The stallion had been unbearly hard to work with today, for whatever reason and it was just lungeing. While trying to fix some of the stallion's lungeing gear Joker had managed to both get a good step on Andrew's foot and later manage do take a snack out of Michael's leg. Michael had quickly delevered a hard smack to Joker and because of that, luckily, he didn't get as much flesh that Michael ahd thought he would. It would still leave a nice bruise on Michael's leg, especially since they were in "shape" with all the working out he did. Letting out a sigh of frustration, he punched his hand in the sand. He wanted to come to the beach to relax and forget about life for just a bit, but no. Joker had started it, and all his other worries an dproblems were coming up, especially bills. Great. Maybe a run would do.
