[ Well, having even less to her name than she'd had coming back to Derry, it's hard to pass up all this free stuff. Especially when there's have a whole new lay of land to get. Maybe she won't be able to do anything once she gets there, but hell, a free beach trip sounds nice. ]
[ Rocks are free too, she supposes. ]
[ After a long, meandering walk up and down the positively gorgeous length of coast, barefoot and jeans rolled to her knees, Bev settles somewhere down by the calmer, lapping waters of an almost-lagoon, scarcely populated enough for her to enjoy the fruits of her adventure. Carried shoes crammed full of smooth, thin stones she'd collected along the way, she takes them one by one for skipping across the water's surface. She isn't the best skipper, exactly, but it's a good time. ]
[ Eventually, a pair of gulls alight upon an outcropping clear across the cove and begin squawking away, impressively distracting in a way only gulls can be. She glances their way, glances back... glances again as she lines up her skip and fires— ]
[ And an almost impossible distance away, one of those gulls shrieks an octave too high and barrels backwards off its perch. As the second flaps and bails in alarm, Beverly claps a hand over her mouth, looking equally startled. ]
Oh god, those aren't endangered, are they? [ No one has to know. It was stupidly far away! How had that even happened? Immediately (guiltily) she glances around, only to find a strikingly familiar, elegant redhead almost directly behind her up the shore. ]
[ Oh. Great. Now someone she actually likes is going to think she's an asshole. ]
sandbox.exe for u
[ Rocks are free too, she supposes. ]
[ After a long, meandering walk up and down the positively gorgeous length of coast, barefoot and jeans rolled to her knees, Bev settles somewhere down by the calmer, lapping waters of an almost-lagoon, scarcely populated enough for her to enjoy the fruits of her adventure. Carried shoes crammed full of smooth, thin stones she'd collected along the way, she takes them one by one for skipping across the water's surface. She isn't the best skipper, exactly, but it's a good time. ]
[ Eventually, a pair of gulls alight upon an outcropping clear across the cove and begin squawking away, impressively distracting in a way only gulls can be. She glances their way, glances back... glances again as she lines up her skip and fires— ]
[ And an almost impossible distance away, one of those gulls shrieks an octave too high and barrels backwards off its perch. As the second flaps and bails in alarm, Beverly claps a hand over her mouth, looking equally startled. ]
Oh god, those aren't endangered, are they? [ No one has to know. It was stupidly far away! How had that even happened? Immediately (guiltily) she glances around, only to find a strikingly familiar, elegant redhead almost directly behind her up the shore. ]
[ Oh. Great. Now someone she actually likes is going to think she's an asshole. ]