<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alec Redwater<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Haunted Human Mercenary<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<hr/><br/>Alec swung his arms to shake off some of the water.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"You're welcome,"</span>he grumbled. Running his fingers through his hair as he stood, he looked down and held up the smashed remains of the melon. He snatched up her knife before he started picking his way toward the bank; careful to avoid the growing greyish brown cloud Allie was leaving in the water. "Sorry about the melon," he apologized looking down at the water as he held out her knife, hilt first, to her. "It was good too."  He noticed that already her top was starting to cling to her from the water. Swallowing he looked up at the clouds, as he tried to politely ignore just how it was clinging to her curves.<br/><br/>A small blue frog hopped onto a smooth river stone and croaked at the pair. Alec wondered if it was upset that they disturbed its home by the sudden intrusion. Shrugging he glanced toward the bridge down stream as another frog, this one fist size and bright green, joined in on complaining at the two of them.