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Paradise City – Gehenna Girl</u></b><br/>GiGi watched the procession of rowdy men with confusing. “Uh. I said cute boys!” she yelled out after them. She was a bit aggravated by this kind of thing. She’d hoped she could escape it here, where naked people were not an uncommon sight, but being a naked red ass-kicking celebrity seemed to be the local equivalent of a hot naked person anywhere else.<br/><br/>She refocused towards Marcus. “I think I’m done here. After a fight, I always have a craving to relax at the beach.” She slid off the car, and made her way to the bus stop. She could just jet herself there, but she hadn’t yet mastered flight without causing a fair bit of collateral damage. While waiting, a greasy-haired man made a grab for her ass. Gehenna Girl shook her head as he withdrew, howling at the third-degree burns on his palms.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/RryHoq2.png" title="RryHoq2.png">
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</div><br/><b><u>Linden V. Izumida</u></b><br/>Being an artificially constructed set of islands, Paradise City had more than its fair share of beaches, all custom-tailored to fit certain activities, aesthetics, and communities. Linden had been to them all, and the one at the westernmost point of the islands, Thresher’s Beach, was her favorite by far. Considered one of the city’s best kept secrets, most tourists and casual locals were kept away by a long hike from the city limits, and rumors that its waters were infested with sharks. Just inland from the beach were an unofficial campgrounds, several public-use yurts, and an abandoned bunker that served as an inclement weather shelter.<br/><br/>Linden liked this beach because of the impromptu community that had grown here. It was supposed to be a place where everyone could be themselves and no one would judge each other. Most beachgoers here went nude, but a good chunk were into cosplay, a unique fashion that Linden didn’t get to see much of. Musicians would settle in circles out of earshot from one another and jam, so there was always interesting music in the air.<br/><br/>The tall, muscular young woman laid out on the beach could have been painstakingly carved out of a giant pearl; her pale body blending in with the white sands save for two bubblegum nipples and a three patches of azure body hair. Her head rested on a coiled braid beneath a straw hat that kept the sun from aggravating her blood-colored eyes.<br/><br/>Linden drifted in and out of daydreams until she was snapped out of it by the sound of gulls fighting over a crab. Yes. Food seemed like a good idea. Maybe she’d head up and grab something at the lighthouse. She stood, back and buttocks covered in sand, and began making her way up to the beach’s northern point.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><b><u>Gehenna Girl</u></b><br/>Now that she was out of town, GiGi had no problem finding a rocky ditch where nothing would catch flame and blasting herself into the sky. Having gotten a workout earlier from the fight, she wasn’t in a mood to hike. She’d never been out to this beach, but some of her friends in the know said it was a great spot.<br/><br/>Soaring over the beach, she selected a clear spot and dropped down, sticking a classic “superhero” landing and sending a wave of sand in a small radius. She looked out proudly towards the ocean, hands on hips. She glanced left, then right, and grinned. Nobody was paying her any mind. Felt good to be somewhere she was simply treated as normal.<br/><br/>She was near the lighthouse, which had been constructed by a wealthy old man as a retirement home. Apparently he’d spread rumors the beach and nearby forest were haunted to keep people away, but eventually curious souls kept showing up and he decided to become more hospitable. Now the lighthouse contained a variety of facilities anyone could use, including a gym and a library, but the main attraction was the “tavern” on the ground floor. Old Man Bentley could usually be found down there in a garish shirt and a kilt, cooking food for anyone that had worked up an appetite. Payment was optional, but most people left what they could as the money went to upkeep of the beach.<br/><br/>GiGi grabbed a plate and waited patiently while Bentley berated one of the volunteers who assisted him in the kitchen.