Willie
Lucian would lean aginst a post looking out over the sea. The water was surprisingly calm and clear, dyed a tint of orange under the setting sun. The waves pushed rhythmicly back in forth in an almost hypnotic motion. A boat sitting right of the dock running up to the shack rocked with the motion. Lucian would take a deep breath as he closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze of the early spring air. Though he didn't care much for the seeminlgy endless stream of well-to-dos and celebrities inhabiting the island, he had managed to find secluded places to escape to and would remind him that the island wasn't all bad. He had even found time to do some reading and even abit of writing thanks to this little holiday.
Robert
Flint found himself wandering around, eventually finding a shack. He had spent most of his day on the beach, trying his best to enjoy his vacation. He hasn't really noticed anyone that he recognized quite yet. However, of course, that would change real quick. He found himself standing next to some stairs that led up to the shack. Just as he was about to climb them, however, he noticed a head of purple hair. He quickly started climbing the stairs, and noticed almost immediately who it was. 

"No way! Lucian, that's you, right?!"
Willie
Lucian would turn his head to meet the voice. He couldn't help but sigh, feeling abit as if he had lost his seculded spot, and of all people it was this rambunctious one. "My, if it isn't Flint." He would stand to greet them with a soft smile. "And here I had though I had escaped my duties for a time." He would wave to them. "I didn't know you were also invited to this place, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Not only is the scenery beautiful but I'm sure there are plenty of chances to flew your prowess and competative side, no?"