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Lauren Tanner ([personal profile] mylastchance) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-04-01 09:50 pm

everything's fine

Who: Lauren and Annabelle
When: 76 or Something
Where: Alola on da Beach
What: Swimming and being Drunk and Losers.

Lauren is having the worst time of it lately. Saying mean things to his brother, sharing his problems with people on the radio, both were things he never thought he'd do before this week. He had though, and despite his desperation or maybe because of it, nothing had helped. In the end he'd simply decided to pretend everything was fine, if only so that he could move on with his life and away from all the terrible feelings the drama stirred inside of him. However, running from the problem wasn't really working either. He wasn't arguing with Susan, but instead he just felt like a failure. It was even harder to act like things were normal when Susan himself was so distraught over the loss of his own abilities.

If he were smarter maybe he'd have a solution, but as he was it didn't seem possible. Susan wanted to stay overnight in Alola, and Lauren hadn't fought it. He couldn't sleep though, so after Susan's dozed off he finds himself wandering his way down towards the beach. The sound of the waves hitting the shore is constant, even at night when everything else is silent. It does nothing to calm him, instead every lap of the water causes some new anxiety wash over him. He'd managed to find some kind of liquor here, and though he wasn't even sure what it was, he'd bought it. He's got it with him now as he sits there open and a few sips already taken. Relying on something like this to calm you down wasn't healthy, but if it was only one night then... Just tonight he'd pity himself, than tomorrow he'd be normal again.
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[personal profile] forkedroad 2017-04-02 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Annabelle had spent most of her day exploring. The world was interesting and new, even if it lacked the excitement of the celebration dimension in many aspects, in her opinion. The creatures were fascinating and adorable, and she had want of them. So she's been chatting up locals and reading up on the regional fauna and all, a field she doesn't typically delve into with study. And, of course, she's been exploring the region.

Since her arrival, she's decided to wear something lighter than she normally dons. It's just a simple ribbed canary yellow tanktop, some loose cuffed jean shorts (which are very strange to her) and simple top strap sandals. Her skin is bright pink on her shoulders, the back of her neck and her cheeks, not really having had the sense to wear sunscreen (because really, what the hell is that).

She's walking down the beach, holding some bottled pinaepple mango juice she's been sipping from as she idly ambles around at a leisurely pace—and that's when she notices Lauren. He's not sitting right at the shore line or anything, but even in the darkness, he catches her eye. Her shoulders slump as she notices he's very clearly moping, and though she knows it's by no means her problem or responsibility, she caps her treat and trudges over to Lauren. Once there, she stands in front of him, watching him.

"Well."

Everyone has been so sad, lately. She just doesn't know what to do with it.

"Fancy meeting you on a strange beach in the middle of the night."