<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/2848973db309252095ab81558bcaf895/tumblr_muhcewLxe21qadpveo1_500.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 3rd | 11:45 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pair of beach shorts, boxers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dayanara<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Chillin like a... hero, I guess?<hr/>Some movement to the side caught his peripheral vision, but he didn't look up from what he was doing. Working at a slow rate, slowly picking up speed. There was something cathartic about the burn to his muscles now, punishing himself for the confusion and contention going on in his mind right now. Coming to this vacation was a mistake, but hindsight was 20/20 and there wasn't much he could do to change it. Putting it all behind him wasn't going to happen either, so the only option that he could take was to smile and enjoy the vacation while it lasted, and deal with all the other shit once they were out of this dream spot and back on the real world.<br/><br/>the last fifteen were intentionally pushed harder than before, faster too. Pushing hard enough for his hands to come off of the ground for enough time for him to clap them together, and then catch himself again before he planted himself nose-first in the pool deck. And again, and again, faster, until a light sheen of sweat could be seen reflecting from his tanned skin. Finally, he caught himself one last time, lowering down to the deck, staying in position for a few seconds until he came to terms with the fact that he couldn't push himself one more time. He hadn't been counting anyways.<br/><br/>He finally rolled himself onto his back, breathing deeply, looking up at the pristine blue sky, not a cloud in sight, and only the occasional tropical bird. The waves could be heard crashing at the beach, mingling with the far-away cries of said birds. Yep, a guy could get used to this. Relaxation sort of seeped into your pores in a place like this. He wondered what it would be like to live here, even if it was just for work.<br/><br/>The movement in the corner of his eye came back to mind and he turned his head to some pool chairs, one of which was inhabited by a gorgeous blond woman in a pink bikini. Her thick curls were arrayed distractedly around her face and her eyes were closed, breathing slow and deep, indicative of someone taking a much-deserved nap under the blazing sun. Stephen narrowed his eyes, wondering if he should do the same. No, a nap was far from what he needed. Diving into the pool was out of the question as well, as the splash would wake the beautiful woman up, so, moving himself quietly, Stephen slipped around on his back, stomach tensing to bring him up a sitting position and dropping his feet into the water. Flexing his tired arms into the ground, he pushed himself over the edge and into the pool, making as little noise as he could. Wading over to one edge of the pool, he slowly, and again as quietly as he could, started swimming to the opposite edge. Once there, training back from swimming classes in highschool kicked in and he slipped under the water, spun and pushed himself in the opposite direction, coming up for a breath and continuing his breaststroke.