A nobody's day off?

Namine sat on the train with her eyes staring blankly out at the rising sun. She had woken up early so she could visit the beach. She had heard about the food like pretzels and watermelon. She was especially curious about the sea sault ice cream. She wondered how someone could like salt ice cream. Wasn't ice cream usually sweet?

With a gentle sigh of annoyance she turns her gaze away from the window and focuses on her drawing pad. She had been drawing something but didn't know where she was going with the picture. The boy looked odd, someone she had never seen nor met before and yet she felt like she knew him. She shakes her head and looks at the seat in front of her as if it will give her the inspriation she needs to finish the drawing.

After a few moments of discovering nothing she combs her fingers through her hair before putting the drawing pad away. The train comes to a slow stop causing her to look out the window again. She had arrived at the beach section that could be easily accessed by the train station. She smiles softly and stands. No one was on the train except for her. She felt a little lonely but brushed it off. There was nothing wrong with riding the train alone, kept her from having to watch people.

As she got of the train she said thank you to the greeter, who took the bags and help people find seats. She only had one bag with her and that held her drawing pad. She walks towards the beach, getting a few strange looks from people near by. She brushes them off until she reaches the beach. She had worn her swim suit under her clothing. She wanted a one piece but had to settle with a white bikini. It was the only one in her size in the store and she didn't want to have to wait for the next shipment of cloths to arrive. That would take to long and she wanted to relax now.

In her bag she has a think towel along with a brush. A light breeze blows by as she pulls the towel out and spreads it out on the sand. Smiling to her self, she removes her dress revealing her swim suit. She lays on the towel and looks up at the sky. She couldn't stay long, but for now she would relax and enjoy her self.

Lying on the beach was a blue haired man laying on the ground with a straw hat laying over his face. The man had his hands underneath his head and his legs crossed on the soft and sandy beach. It was almost like a comfortable giant bed that was specifically used for sleeping and relaxing. This was truly the life for him. An honest way to relax from the "jack of all trades" wandering monk, Noctis Lucis Caelum.

Noctis had arrived in Traverse town two weeks ago and had been staying there for that long. He had literally no munny left to travel to any destination that he really wanted to go. He had a ship that was workable but he was not able to travel real far with it. The farther he goes, the more likely he would be stranded in space with no hope of finding his way back another world. It was a bothersome in his situation so he had to work at a small inn where he cooked food, did room service, made up beds, etc. It was mostly mediocre work that he could pull from any other inn, but because this inn did not mind newcomers working in there inn, it was all the better

He had saved enough munny to come out and relax on the beaches of traverse town. He was glad he could make it before he set off towards Radiant Garden, his next destination. He did not really have a goal in mind as to why he was going to Radiant Garden, it was something that he had to do. Like it was said before, he is a wandering monk who goes around and help people whether good or bad. It was ironic that he did not stay in Twilight town and create a temple there like his two masters suggested he should had done. He did not like being confined. He was a free spirit, like the wind, moving along to the next destination in hopes of finding new life

The sea breeze came in and blew off his hat away from his face, Noctis grabbed it with little time for the straw hat to move by but what he did not expect was the sun almost blazing down on his eyes. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He yawned openly, stretching his arms out. He had been wearing his bathing suit, long and black that reached down to the middle of his legs, he scracthed his head, moving the sand out of his hair. He looked beside him and saw his katana on his right side and his scythe on the left . It seems that La Murete was fast asleep, as he usually is. His scythe was, at best, a sleeper. He did not do much while tagging along with his current owner, Noctis and when he does do something its barely anything exciting so most of the time.

He turned around to see if anyone came. It was actually a quiet day and he was surprise that no one was really around. You had your typical runners who would take the sandy path as it was easier on the feet run at the edge of the water to get themselves a good workout. Noctis only see three runners before he took a nap on the ground. He then saw a young woman coming down onto the sandy beach. Noctis was surprise that he saw another person being here. It was in the middle of the week, why would anyone be down here besides himself. She was particularly young, probably ranging from about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had light blonde hair that really gave itself away when the sun shine on her. She was wearing mostly white from the shirt to the pants. Noctis took note that she must have a real liking to white. He looked at himself at contrast seeing his black swiming trunks and the black tank top that he was wearing. He was the polar opposite of this young woman and he took it to heart when he smiled at her before laying back down on the sand

Noctis really did not want to talk to anyone, its not like he was not social or anything. He did want to intrude into anything cause he has a habit of doing so. His calm and cool demeanor opens people up to him, something that was a downside about his personality was that people, regardless of light or dark, would look at Noctis like a man of wisdom. Sometimes he did not want that, he was only twenty-two years old for peat sake, he did not want to sound like he was ancient all the time.

...Loud snoring.

...Who would be asleep at this hour?

The sound came from a small boat washed up on the beach. Over the side leaned a distinctive gold Keyblade. Large round ears peeked out from under the floppy fishing hat. At the far end, sat an igloo cooler.

The string tied to the end of the Keyblade told that, whoever the round-eared figure was, he had been fishing.

...Wait. Round ears? A Golden Keyblade?

...It COULDN'T be!!??!!

(I just realized I posted this in the wrong place *laughs softly* This was meant for Twilight town not Travers XD Oh well, I'm sorry if the locations seem off and I'm grateful people were good sports and posted here!)

A boat? How odd. Someone appeared to be sleeping in it. Namine smiles as she spots a key and black ears. It was king Micky, she knew it was him. She wondered how he was doing but he looked so peaceful. Maybe she would draw him before he woke. It would be a nice picture to have in her collection. For now she would relax and worry about drawing later. Even an artist had to take a break sometimes.

Namine lays back on her towel feeling relaxed and at home. She felt as though her worries were slowly slipping away. The warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves gently rolling over the shore soothed her. She remembered giving Sora and Riku some memories similar to this one. She had been one of their friends on the beach, and had watches as the sun set along side her fake friends. The fake memories had not lasted long but still she finds her self connected to those people. She could only wish that those memories had been real. If only she had shared something like that for real. She would give anything to have real friends like that. If only, she was not so alone.

Namine stirs from her thoughts and glances over at a young male wearing a hat. He seemed to have stirred form his sleep. Namine wondered if she had some how disturbed him, however she had been very quiet. She recalls before she layed down that he had already been awake. Her cheeks redden. He had been watching her, why had she not made eye contact? She had been too rapped up in her previous thoughts of relaxation. She had only glanced at hima few times before she had sttled down in to her towel.

The boy, he looked familiar. She found her self watching him as she tried to figure out who he was. She felt as if she knew him, as if he were someone she had met before. Her eyes widen for a moment. There was no way she knew him. He looked familiar, that factor was obvious to her. Where had she seen him? That was what she was trying to figure out.

After a few moments of stareing at him she comes up with an idea. As she sat up she hoped he did not see her stareing at him. Carefully she reaches in to her bag and pulls out her drawing book. Flipping through a few pages she sees a young male. In the picture he was relaxing on a beach. He appeared so peaceful, relaxed. Even though the picture was not finished she already knew who he was.

It was the guy she caught looking at her on the beach.

This was where she had seen him, in her picture. She felt a little bad for not finisheing and a little shocked that she had drawn him at this scene. Spareing a glance back at the boy, she smiles and pulls out a pencil. She knew where she was going with this picture. She was going to draw and finish the picture of him. He was a good subject. He was nice looking, and appeared calm. She wanted to speak with him and ask him to draw his picture but she felt a little shy. What if he caught her drawing him? She would be very embarrassed and would probably feel bad. It was not right to draw someone without asking. Well it was not proper to draw someone you knew without asking while they were close to you.

Making up her mind she gets up with her drawing book in hand and approaches him. She made sure to hide the progressing picture. She speaks to him quietly while fighting to keep her cheeks from reddening. She remembered having to do the same when speaking with Sora and Roxas for the first time.

“May I…draw you?” She paused after saying ‘May I’ as if she were unsure of what she wanted to say. She hoped he would not react badly. If he did then she would be ashamed of herself. Who was she to go around asking random strangers to draw their pictures.

OOC: Ono, you must not be use to this type of RPG.