The town name did have "by the sea" in it. Legally, anyways, though Dimitri assumed people had come to calling it Carmel. At least, that's what he would have done if he lived there. What if Boston was referred to as "Boston by the harbor" or something? The more he thought about it, the more he thought it actually didn't sound that bad.<br/><br/>It was the same reason as always that he'd come so far out. To connect with the ocean and gain perhaps a deeper understanding with the half of him that was ancient. The half of him that could bend the ocean to his will and change shape entirely. He'd previously hit a small town, and that was more than easy enough to preform. Just with some events, was all. In Boston he'd gotten lucky enough to meet a local that'd been visiting beaches her whole life there. Carmel was a whole different ball park though, Dimitri could tell. Even at night, it might not be that easy to waltz up to the shores and connect with the ocean. The people certainly seemed the kind to be protective of their beaches. Especially when it came to outsiders. He wasn't sure if it was because he carried a not-rich vibe or because he was some unannounced outsider, but he'd noticed some looks he'd gotten. They weren't the prettiest.<br/><br/>Some people were friendly enough, at least for the standards of the place. But he made it a habit to avoid waving to everyone. He'd yet to see a house that was even as close to as small as the one he grew up in. Why did people need such massive places to live anyway? What would the point of staying inside all day be? Not that he'd call anyone out on owning a big house. He'd more than already been sticking out like a sore thumb. He was beginning to think he was the only person in all of California wearing boots. Black boots, black jeans, and a white snap-button shirt. He didn't look like a pig in a pen of chickens. But he also didn't exactly git the standards either. Not that it mattered. He wasn't around to be admired by or admire other folks in the area. When it came down to it, he'd take living in his old home over a place like this any day.<br/><br/>The sun was beating down pretty hard, he had to admit. It was a shame, there were likely a good bit of people down by the beaches that would mean. And he couldn't very well go and call the ocean to him around people. They'd probably get just a little suspicious of the guy controlling water. A sigh escaped his lungs at that. Things could never be easy.<br/><br/>A quick survey of the coast proved him right. There were people everywhere. Even if night time hit, a good portion of these people had nothing better to do. They simply lived and slept it seemed. How many people would be watching that shore tonight? If it was just one, Dimitri knew that could be problems. Even if no one believed the witness, that person would be haunted with the knowledge of it. And if there were cameras, that could spell out disaster for a lot of people too. He sure missed Boston. He'd lately been thinking about just going back, and practicing his powers manually. It'd be a hell of a lot more easy than going to the populated parts of the coast and using magical powers. Sad to say, these areas worked best, as they served as a great point for him to be a connection between man and sea. Not that mankind would react kindly had they witnessed it.<br/><br/>He turned his back on the beach for the time being. He'd need a plan or another beach for this to work. He'd lately found his grip on his human form slip for a moment of a time. He was positive he'd rather control that than let it work its course. It could take years to master these weird shape shifting powers on his own. But with the knowledge and wisdom of the sea, he could learn to keep it at bay instantly. At least, he hoped that logic was sound. While he still had a grip on himself, he hoped he'd find his chance. Dimitri knew nothing of the town though, and the day was still very young. He decided he'd venture deeper into it, even if he knew where nothing was.