If I had Eyes In the Back of My Head {Meiser/Open}

[ophelia]

OCC: Ignore the long title. Omyra just reminds me of Jack Johnson. I had to! XD

(P.S. The Scene: Destiny Islands)

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Smooth wood beneath smooth palms. A soft unbroken tide around her ankles. Lips curled like razor clams yawning towards the sun, as she swayed rhythmically. Soothed and strumming on the wet sand.

The notes were plain, the melody mild, but effortless as her fingers brushed across the strings of the ukulele. Polished glossy by the same waves that had sunk that cruise liner last saturday. Wordless, simple, happy. Life was good. She could never tell herself that enough. She barely needed to, what was the point in being so stringent about it? It was a reminder in itself.

Her eye stalks stretched luxuriously out of her face, as if of their own accord, and swiveled and rocked to the beat. Grey blue like the cloudless sky, round and clear. And her long indigo hair played across her back as she played.

“Mmm...sh’probably ring Opus tomorrow.” she thought drowsily “Those tug boat’s over in Karma Harbor need holes in their hulls cut...” But there was always the prospect of tomorrow. What was the hurry? The beach was so mellow, so chill.

Her blue lashes furled and unfurled. Curled and uncurled. Cracked and uncracked. Until presently, she found herself plucking sleepily on her back and watching the clouds skim across the sky. They were shaped like ship wrecks. Life was good.

[meiser]

Oh what a quiet and mellow beach, filled with the sounds of sea-gulls and the crashing waves of the ocean greeting the sand. Too bad someone had to ruin the relaxation, from afar a man with a black and maroon leather suit walked among the soaked soil. Turning his head to the ocean, he smiled beneath his mask. What an odd character he was, he hardly ever stopped smiling at all, it was the merc's nature. Spinning a pistol around in his right hand with his index finger, he wondered what there was to do on this boring isle.

Then he sensed something, looking ahead he saw a woman laying down on the sand with not a care in the world. What a perfect target...Slithering in the shadows the sun created by slamming its light onto objects, he was a very subtle one. Seeming like a snake, he stood behind her and placed the barrel of the pistol onto her Forehead whispering.

"Click Click..."

Then yelling at a very audible length.

"KABOOM!"

Though the armed man fired not one bullet, only grinning wickedly to wait for her reaction. She'd probably jump like the rest of them did, but one couldn't be too sure.

[ophelia]

"Tug Boats have too many life-jackets..." Omyra mumbled sleepily in response to the cold circlet of iron jammed between her eyes. Reclining, snoozing, fluttering just past a thick veil of snore in an afternoon tan. And then fluttering open, like a flower. Her eye stalks unfurled, and blossomed up past the bridge of her knobby nose. Zooming in on the barrel.

"That's a nice piece."

Omyra had simply shed the "Kaboom" like a non-stick frying pan would slip slick past grease. Effortlessly. Possibly a product of her seal skin, thick and oily, or a hint of teflon refracted back from the maroon mask of the stranger. She yawned, and struck a cord. Some people on destiny islands went to extra ordinary lengths to avoid pealing skin.

"That'd weigh you down swimming, or leave an interesting tan mark..."

She reclined on the flats of her palms. Smiling blandly, flashing him with a hint of a hooked tooth.

[meiser]

"I'll have you know this suit is very manly!"

The Merc bellowed, pouting a bit as he took the gun away and put it back into its holster. Looking out into the calming waves, his smile came back a few seconds later as he turned to the slothful girl.

"Waiting on someone or something? You seem really bored, or maybe your mind is as slow as a drunk turtle."

The man laughed silently to his little joke, she kinda did seem like a turtle to him. Careless and examining his barrel with no sign of threat on her face whatsoever. His arms laid back, and so did he, the merc's palms catching the back of his head and becoming a resting place. Closing his eyes with many thoughts running through his mind, thinking of all the jokes he could lay onto this defenseless woman. Turning his head to examine her, she seemed rather easy to ridicule.

Though he did find her attractive, a girl always loved a man with a sense of good humor. And any woman who was drawn to him from it, was his type of girl.

[ophelia]

"No, those are over there."

Omyra gestured randomly over her shoulder at a copse of rocks settled into the shallows. A few wrinkly green heads, poked up at the mention. Floundering limply in their leathery shells and shifting pebbles. Bobbing in the foam. Barely visible from across the bright expanse of clear water. (And slurring probably.)

"Not really waiting. Just hanging. Out."

She gave a lazy sweep of the beach, barely inclining her neck, curling her toes in her sandals. "Do you see anyone?"

Her stare magnified, intensely distant, eerily curious. As if she expected Meiser to catch a glimpse of something invisible and mysterious beyond her line of sight. Galloping down the beach. Almost accusing, as if he was concealing it.

And then she noted that the fibers of his mask were so tightly knitted that she could not see between them. And no grains of sand or salt were stuck in the grooves of his ankles or palms. He hailed from elsewhere, obviously. Maybe a Gummi Ship? She could have sworn that there were no survivors during the last crash. Or any had been cooked. The stew made from that had had little chunks of windshield mixed into the broth.

"Very Manly, I always make sure to pack firearms in my picnic...." Her voice was glossy, polished, with a dry vein running through.

[meiser]

Meiser shifted his gaze to the turtles over there, waving over to them with a grin. Still laying back in a relaxed position, it seemed he was beginning to mellow out, calming and listening to the waves. Ah...It had been awhile since such peace had crashed into his mind, hands resting upon his head to make him sink down one level. He yawned, stretching himself out like some kind of feline while smacking his lips.

"Damn straight it's mainly. And nope, I don't see anyone trying to strip me with their eyes, except you. Hey, just because I look sexy in leather doesn't mean you can just stare me out y'know."

He snickered, turning his head to lock his gaze with hers, there was something about this girl he couldn't put his finger on. She was calm, and wasn't fazed by his maniacal jokes; he was somewhat pleased with this.

"You don't look like you're from here...Where'd you come from?"

He was now curious himself, the ray of his eye-sight still with her beautiful orbs. He found something within the core, as if she had something there for the mercenary to find out. And Meiser was determined to find out.

((Sorry for taking so long.))

[ophelia]

"Over there."

She pointed in the opposite direction of the turtles. Slowly circling a grey index finger out at the ocean. "Destiny Islands, born and bred. Destiny Reef, swaddled and fed. And I'm not staring." She stared intently.

A sudden swell gushed over the sandbar and crested between them, smashing their calves with blue crush, as Omyra continued to scrutinize. Magnifying to 100x, 200x, and then 500x. Segment after segment extending like twin telescopes. Pupils huge, buggy, like lenses. Unmoved, unfeeling, of the cold. The spray of salt.

And then they retracted with a snap. And spun one full circle before settling in her face. "You're a surfer." she stated matter-a-fact-ly. "You'd have to crazy to go surfing out here in a wet-suit made out of anything other than leather."