<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Santa Ana, CA -> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Abduction<br/><hr/>Miles had clicked on the television about five minutes prior, and in that time all he had done was flipped through channels; not a single one had stayed on the screen for more the a minute as the shows, commercials and ads did nothing to satisfy what his brain was after. That was until the flipped to one random news channel that was reporting on a little band touring the western half of the US. Womb Emergency was having a concert that night at The Observatory in Santa Ana California.<br/><br/>“Womb Emergency...” Miles mumbled and dropped the remote on the floor. He flopped backwards over the arm of his chair and lay with his head nearly touching the floor. Where had he heard that name before. It didn't sound like something that he would listen to, he was sure of that. His back shuddered with a long crack as he stretched which seemed to give him the clarity that he needed. “Oh!” His whole body blinked from existence and a moment later he was standing in front of the closet that had been in his line of view. From it he snatched a nice jacket to go over the plain navy tee he was wearing. “Dara, I remember now.” A terrible smirk crossed his lips. She had suckered him into enough shit in the past that it was about time he surprise the hell out of her with one of his own.<br/><br/>Dressed for the occasion, and now knowing where the band was, Miles closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In his head he envisioned the location, this Observatory that the TV had displayed for him – with visuals that good specific directions didn't much matter. With the image firmly implanted in his mind his whole body rippled and vanished from the room, leaving the closet open and the TV on. The home owners were no doubt going to have some questions when they got home...<br/><br/>When he popped back into existence it was right outside the location, and he was spinning around to make sure no one had seen his little stunt. He'd picked a location slightly off the building itself where he figured he'd be alone. Luckily he'd done it just in time as a couple who were too heavily involved with themselves to pay him mind rounded the corner – though that might not have been the case if he had poofed in before their intimately locked eyes! “Ladies,” He nodded with a wink and shuffled past to give them the privacy they were so clearly after. Maybe next time, he thought to himself, giving the second ones ass an over-the-shoulder glance as he turned away towards the entrance.<br/><br/>Miles had no intention of paying the cover charge. He looked at the side door that was open but had a bouncer covering it. Cute, he thought. His body basically imploded, leaving only a little ripple in the air like momentarily disturbed water as he blinked behind the man and found himself inside... and back stage no less! This was good for him because it was exactly where he had wanted to be. One of the makeup gals walked by and gave him a strange look, not recognizing him. He winked and clicked his tongue at her, she looked away. He spun around and waded his way through the back stage until finally he found her. Truth be told Miles didn't even wait to see what she was doing, or if now was a bad time or anything. Instead he licked his lips and gathered the destination in his mind... And then blinked behind her.<br/><br/>“Fancy seein' yo'ere,” He said with his familiar accent and chipper voice, all while casually setting his hands on her shoulders and gripping just tight enough to feel like he was going to give her a little rub. “Poof.” He murmured, a term he used just for her, usually when arriving to get her after being summoned. This time though it was used because he was taking her away. Before he allowed her the chance to squeak for sneaking up on her, the whole world rippled and the two of them faded from reality.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>* * * * *</strong></div><br/>The sound of the ocean rolling against the white sand beach was soft, and the only sound to be had. It was dead silent here. The sun though, the sun was bright and beat down on the beach side with a glorious warmth that made Miles wonder why exactly he had gathered a black leather jacket for anything. The water itself was so clear that the reef that damn near touched the shore line was clearly visible from where they were standing.<br/><br/>Miles released her shoulders and took a couple of quick steps to the side in the sand. He plucked the jacket from himself – it was a size too big anyway – and tossed it to the ground, followed by kicking off the black and white sneakers he was wearing. “We should talk.” He offered as he pulled a foot up and began to strip the sock from it. Once he set it back down into the war sand he all but purred at the delightful feeling of it. He quickly repeated the process with his other sock. “Oh... G'day!”