The evening was upon the group of teens who had gathered on the sandy beach of Yorknew City. They were all rather rambunctious and rowdy, a larch bonfire burned bright, giving them all light to see while the sun sank beyond the horizon of the ocean, the water sparkling in the last rays of light it was giving off. The sky itself was a pink and purple hue, small fluffy clouds could be spotted here and there. It was almost an equal girl to boy ratio, some sitting in twos, obviously showing they were couples, others were just mingling and talking. A radio was blaring loud music, and a few people were dancing to it, and others singing along.<br/><br/>On the water, a couple people dotted the surface, some swimming, others playing with a ball, tossing it back and forth to each other. Further out, one could spot a rather unique individual, a thin but athletically built male with dark tanned skin and long pink hair that was held up in a ponytail. On top of his head was a white and blue set of goggles, but he didn't wear them over his eyes. Around his neck was a thin silver chain with a small shell dangling from it, along with a blue stone. And he was on a surfboard. Currently, he was paddling towards a wave that was headed his way. As he gained speed and got closer, he stood up onto the surface of the board, making sure his bare feet were positioned properly, bending his knees and letting his arms move away from his body slightly.<br/><br/>It was in an instant that he made contact with the barreling wave, and the group on the shore cheered him on as he rode the wave with ease and precision, for him it was as easy as walking, and as naturally as breathing. He bends his knees even more, feeling the spray of the water against his skin, reaching out with the hand that was closest to the wave and letting his fingers touch the water. He looks towards the shore, grinning at them all, but was then distracted by a lone figure that walked on to the shore, sitting down on a bench and looked out to the water. He blinks, their eyes having met for a split second. He was surprised, but then suddenly lurches forward, flipping off the board.<br/><br/>The people on shore burst out laughing, and someone called out to him. "Nice goin' Tsunami! Way to eat it brah!" Bobbing in the water, the guy known as Tsunami grabs his board, placing his arms over it, his fingers dangling off the edge. Bringing one hand to his mouth, cupping his fingers so his voice could travel, he yells back. "SHUT IT! I DOUBT YOU COULDA DONE BETTER!" He smiles a huge smile, paddling himself toward land, and once he reaches it he walks onto the sand, shaking his head back and forth, water droplets flying everywhere. Someone hands him a bottle of water, and he accepts, before placing his surfboard down, standing it up on end in the sand. "Be right back." He says to a few people, before heading his way towards where the girl who had distracted him was sitting.<br/><br/>Currently, Tsunami was staying in the hotel that was by the beach, and to be honest he didn't know when he'd be leaving. Probably not any time soon, this place was awesome for the waves. Walking over to where the girl was sitting on the bench, he stood somewhat to the side, not wanting to get her artwork wet, now that he was close enough to see that she had a sketch book. "Hey ma laila!" He begins, raising his hand in the air for a second in greeting before letting it drop to his side. "I'm Tsunami! Nice ta meetcha! Might I ask what your name is? I don't think I've seen you around here before." He grins at her, giving off a vibe that he was a nice guy and was friendly.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://pm1.narvii.com/6194/60bb80b42911235e1368311e7c4f4400ab745381_hq.jpg">[ img ]</a></div>