OPEN RP POST

[sparklemagpie.livejournal.com]

The sun in shining!

The waves are crashing!
The seagulls are taking your hotdogs like the cocky b*tches they are!



IT'S BEACH PARTY TIME!

There's volleyball, fire pits, surfing and sandcastles!

GO HAVE FUN ON YOUR SHORE LEAVE MEATSHIP DENZIENS! STACY LOVES YOU EXTRA TODAY!

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[governmentninja]

Leon is lounging in a hammock, in just some shorts and some flip-flops. He's finally relaxing a little.

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Here Leon, have a bottle of sunscreen landing on your chest. Nearby is A rather tall, pale, and scarred up woman in a bikini who may or may not be a certain Spartan you're familiar with.

"Kennedy. You're going to burn."

[governmentninja]

Leon just glanced down at the lotion, then over at Kelly. He was feeling far too lazy to move right now.

"I've suffered worse."

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you. I'm gonna enjoy giving you a pat on the back though."

Yeah, her version of a pat on the back may or may not be an almost full force whack against your sunburn. :D

[governmentninja]

"I'll be fine. Already put some on earlier. You might need it more."

He'd toss the lotion back to you, Kelly, but he's again being supremely lazy.

"You Spartans spend so little time out of your armor its a miracle the sunlight and fresh air hasn't killed you already."

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

A pause and she looks down at herself. Yeah, she hadn't thought about that. She never noticed she was pale after all.

"We get fresh air in our armor." Sometimes. And notice how she didn't comment on how much sun they got?

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

There are hammocks? Samus is totally stealing the one next to you, Leon.

[governmentninja]

Leon glanced over at Samus, then wordlessly reached down into his cooler and pulled out an ice cold beer to offer her.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

And this is why Leon tops Samus' list of favorite people (actually he might be the only one on it at the moment). She takes it with apparent appreciation.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

She is totally stealing some of your beer, Leon. No, she is not thanking you, nor will she ever. This beer is claimed in the name of the Major. Feel free to oogle as she bends down, if you want.

[governmentninja]

Well, if she's going to give him a view...

He had to admit, they made prosthetic bodies very very real looking.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

She cracks it open and gives him a questioning look over the rim as she takes her first draft. Ah, nice and cold.

"I never knew you were into dolls, Kennedy," She drawls and turns away, hips swaying. Yes, she's doing that on purpose.

[letmelive]

Claire can't leave Leon to his own devices relaxing, of course.

Or well, she could, but there's no fun in that.

So after stealing one of the sand pails from the kids and filling it with water, she sneaks up at an angle where Leon (hopefully) won't see her, and dumps it over his head.

Because she's a good friend like that.

[governmentninja]

"Gah!"

Leon jumped up, and only his ninja reflexes kept him from utterly faceplanting as he fell out of the hammock. He looked over at Claire, then grabbed one of the beers in his cooler and started to shake it up.

Come here, Redfield, you're about to get a beer bath.

[letmelive]

Claire is allowed half a second of a triumphant grin before Leon is up. And despite the fact that she's still laughing, Claire drops the pail and runs.

[governmentninja]

Oh, like he was going to let her get away. And with an evil grin on his lips, he was right on her heels.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Don't look now, Leon, but there are a pair of big blue eyes staring at you.

And staring.

And staring.

Sherry pushes the hammock so it swings a little, "...Dad."

[governmentninja]

"Sweetheart."

Yes, he's alive. Despite his lack of movement.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a relief. Sherry pauses to weigh the pros and cons of tipping her father out of his hammock.

The question is: does she feel lucky, punk?

She stares at him for a little longer, and decides to clamber in next to him, "Move over." Wet child in your space in three, two, one...

[governmentninja]

Considering her father is a ninja? And can hoist her up with one hand? That was the better move, leaving him as he was.

Having a wet child invade his space made him tense up briefly at first, mostly cause he, stupidly, expected her to be dry. But he shifted a little to give her some space and settle in.

"So I take it you had fun today?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

A beach ball comes flying at Leon, hard, seemingly out of nowhere.

If Leon were to look around, he would be able to see a strange box by some trees, sitting not entirely flat.

[governmentninja]

Well, that certainly got his attention.

After a moment of looking around, he spotted the box. The beach ball was flung at it, hard.

[bsaa-ace.livejournal.com]

Taking a page from his adopted niece, Chris has a gatorade cooler (think NFL sized) filled with water, as well as a handful of ice for good measure, and a couple of starfish for added effect. He's doing all he can to be stealthy. Well, as stealthy as a massive man the size of Chris can be.

[governmentninja]

You think he would've noticed Chris approaching sooner, but Leon was really half sleep. By the time he did notice, he already knew what was about to happen, having been victimized with the same trick by one Redfield already. But if the other one was going to get him, Leon was going to make him pay first.

Which is why he rolled out of the hammock, reached into his cooler for a few ice cold water balloons, and lobbed a few of them at Chris.

[bsaa-ace.livejournal.com]

The scene played out like something out of Godzilla or King Kong. Chris roared as he held the tank over his head and was pelted with the balloons before dumping the contents onto Leon, and promptly falling back on his rump, laughing harder than he has in years.