<blockquote><div><cite>dreamgurl42 wrote:</cite>Emilia expected for the stranger to greet her then move on with his stroll, just like a majority of people would, she found it surprising that he stopped. Not only greet her back, but decided to chat with her. It somewhat made her nervous and suddenly cautious of her surroundings. Los Angeles was also notorious for crimes. As a local and growing up in the city of Angels, the crime rate has increased of criminals working together. For example, a gang could easily approach one or two girls in kidnapping them. In reality that could easily happen in big cities too; however, Emilia couldn’t help only to imagine the worst scenario. She glanced over her shoulders to check if anyone else was on the beach beside this gentleman. Her gaze switched from one side of the beach to the other. For now she didn’t see anyone else besides electric lights coming from her fellow neighbors’ houses, so she excused her quick assumptions and focused back to the total stranger. At least for now it was only them.<br/><br/>Once her hearing picked up the gentleman’s unspecific accent, or the one she couldn’t depict which part of the world he from, her brows furrowed slightly. Her mind registering he might not be from the area, albeit was quick to correct her mental notion. “Come on Emilia there’s no need to conjecture up stories about this dude…” She scolded herself before answering his question. “I don’t know if you know Klaus Bosch’s work, but he was an Austrian artist who was famous for his sand art. Though this.” Emilia stopped for a moment and gestured the stick to the ground the markings she made before she gently tossed the wooden stick to the ground. Where her ‘drawings’ stood then glanced back at the gentleman and shrugged her shoulders. “Simply, just playing in the sand. No art to it.”<br/><br/>On purpose she didn’t answer the gentleman’s last question since she didn’t know what he meant by the comment and figured he wanted a quick explanation of what she was doing then move on. It wasn’t like he was gonna stick around.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Deep within the ocean, something stirred. A flicker of a tail, the glint of a gigantic eye. Bubbles trailed along after the movement of something monstrous, as it made it's way under the water, easily as a bird flew in the sky. It had picked up on something up on the surface nearby, and what it sensed was not something that it's kind would be very happy about, or rather, the kind it shared the waters with.<br/><br/>A deep growl escaped from the back of it's throat, and from above it would sound almost like distant thunder. With the movements of whatever this thing was, the storm above grew, the clouds rolled in, darkening so the sky was almost pitch black in color. A flash of lightning goes off in the sky, illuminating the clouds, making menacing shapes within the masses. Another 'roll of thunder' could be heard, followed by an actual crop of the deafening noise, following the lightning that had just taken it's strike in the clouds.<br/><br/>With every foot covered, the sky grew more dangerous. Soon, rain fell from the sky, little by little, before it was pouring, sloshing around on the deck of the ships that dared be in the area. A rabid wind whipped around, pulling at sails and ropes, clothing and hair. The form underneath the water was nearly one hundred percent undetectable as the form was water itself.<br/><br/>The ship, named the Poseidon, was in sight. Opening giant jaws, a roar escapes the throat of the beast of the water, louder than the thunder that it had followed. A giant wave began to form, growing in height, five feet, then fifteen, and stopping at almost twenty five feet in height. The wave grew as it came closer, a wall of water, looming above, yet to crash down.<br/><br/>Ropes were flying as they'd come untied by the wind, the machine slightly knocked to the side due to the power of the waves that were bashing at the ships side. The tarp had been pulled free of the machine, and was flying away in the wind, so that whatever the contraption was, was now open to the elements.<br/><br/>Lightning crashed, thunder roared, and something was building to even greater heights. An attack was nigh, and almost upon the humans.<br/><br/>Meanwhile on the shore, the blue haired male was about to speak again, noticing that she'd avoided his question. Maybe that had made her feel uneasy? As he opened his mouth to say something, a sudden gust of wind hushes him, and he turns his eyes to the ocean. It looked angry...the waters had begun to get choppy, and large clouds had formed in the sky. This wasn't a natural storm, he could feel it through his very soul.<br/><br/>And that was enough to make him nervous. And he wasn't one to get nervous. Turning his attention back to the girl, he speaks up. "Maybe you should go to your home. This doesn't look..." A clap of thunder reverberates in his ears, and he could feel it through the sand beneath his feet. "Safe..." As he says this last word, rain pours down, not even starting out slow, just right away onslaught. A flash of lightning lights up the sky, and he hears what sounds like thunder, but to his ears he knew that sound. It wasn't thunder. It was a rare creature that was most likely the last of its kind.<br/><br/>Turning towards the ocean, he speaks one last time. "You should go inside where it's safe..." After saying this, he walks out towards the waters. He had to find out what was going on. He was about knee deep when he freezes, seeing the giant wave rise up from the ocean, and right then he knew he was right. He hoped the girl would listen and get away from the water and the beach entirely. This was probably not going to end well.