Yellow Hair. Blue Coats. Red Roses. (For Brooklynn)

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Lucy couldn't recall the last time she had hit the beach, okay that was a bit of a fib. She knew where, Rio. She had a match against Juniper around that time, didn't win it. But at least she got to experience that sweet, sweet sun. It was good to have done so, very relaxing and enjoyable. Ms Grange had gotten a chance to enjoy herself and have a chance of being a young woman that she was, and after that six man tag match she was a part of recently. Her Brother said "Go take a couple of days off." normally Ryan didn't allow it unless one of the UK Elite was really injured. But it had been the first ever six man tag match that they'd been in, and they'd won. Cause for celebration if she ever heard one, and the British girl was more than happy to do so!

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So she figured, I'll hit the beach! It's that time of year after all, there was just one stipulation for this. Ms Grange figured she kinda owed John, what with the stuff that happened near the end of that match. And plus it was in general too, Mr Carnaby agreed to it. After all he'd nothing else to do given the current state of affairs, his boss had gone off somewhere. Didn't say where other than he was going to "Rough it up somewhere." probably camping.

The British duo were sitting in the middle of the beach, thankfully managing to procure a couple of sunbeds in the process. Lucy lay there on her bed, kicking back and soaking the rays as it were. She had been doing this for a few minutes, before giving a little huff and put her headphones off.

"Something wrong Lucy?" John muttered from the sunbed next to her, the young man hadn't been to the beach since he was kid. Summer holidays during primary school, when he was a tyke with scabby knees. He was wearing dark blue swimming shorts that went to just above his knees, a pair of jet black aviator shades were on top of his head. And as always his leather blue trenchcoat was nearby, hung on the top of the sunbed.

Lucy leaned up from her seat and sighed before saying "This is kinda boring, it's not as lively as I thought it would be. Mean sure it's a bright sunny day, we've got some nice seats and stuff. But something's missing."

John would give a little chuckle and reply with "This isn't Rio Lucy, that's the thing."

The British girl stuck out her tongue, and responded with "Yeah, mean I got hit on by all these hot guys back there. And here I am stuck with you, you ain't even left that chair since we got here."

The master of creation wasn't going to play that game, he knew Lucy well enough by now. Instead he simply looked at the easel with blank canvas he setup not long after sitting down, and cracked his knuckles before taking some pencils out of his coat. Couldn't resist his hobby, not when he had a good scene to work with. Lucy simply huffed and said "Well I'm walking, see you in a bit." with that she got up and walked off. John simply responded with a whistle as he got cracking on doing some sketching, it was rare for Ms Grange to back out. Usually she tried to get the last word in discussions, perhaps that was her subtle way of giving thanks. Worked fine for John either way though.