<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/RachaelAutumn1.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Rachael Autumn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10470277#msg10470277)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Caleb<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The beach<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 4th | Sunrise<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=9505579&.svc=copypaste-and&id=142767190)<br/><hr/>Running on sand... even wet sand... had never been a particularly easy or pleasant act, and Rachael was keenly aware of the fact that she wasn't moving as quickly as she normally did. If anything, her jog was significantly slower than usual, though her legs burned with the effort and her heart rate increased a bit all the same. It was a good work out either way, this just meant more strength was required than anything else.<br/><br/>She was so focused on the movement of her legs, the way her running shoes slapped against the sand, the way her breathing had to stay even if she wanted to run as far as she usually did. Her slower than usual pace was probably to blame when she became aware of someone running at her side, keeping pace with her. Glancing at him, she realized he was soaked... head to toe, he was dripping like he'd just climbed out of the water. Even with the pungent scent of tropical flora coming to them on the early morning breeze, she could smell the beach on him. Or maybe that was just her mind equating the smell of the actual beach with the fact that he was wet. Who knew? Did it matter? Not really.<br/><br/>Pushing that distracting train of thought away and trying not to think of the way he looked still glistening from the water clinging to his skin, she looked ahead and kept running. "Sure, if you want," she gave the noncommittal answer between breaths that were becoming increasingly more difficult to measure properly with her mind distracted by the fact that he actually looked like something out of one of her novels. Maybe she was hallucinating? Had someone put something in her drink the night before and she just didn't notice and all of this was a dream because she had no love life and no one<em>real</em>to fantasize about? Well... that was an abruptly depressing train of thought.<br/><br/>Pushing that thought away as rapidly as she had the last, she kept her eyes focused forward, unsure what to say to the man who had intruded on her run. What did you say to a total stranger who also happened to be shirtless and gorgeous? She was pretty sure having that much muscle was a physical impossibility for real people.<br/><br/>Yep... totally a dream.