<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/><br/>He'd been told all his life that he looked like a California beach boy. He had the smile, the blondness, and the crystal clear blue eyes to match. A lot of people said he should go into acting, modeling, or... something other than working his fingers into early retirement in a car shop. Now, he couldn't say he loved the job. Having to wash grease out of his fingers every day, and even then coming home with the black stains on his fingers, working day in, day out, out in the heat, rain, cold with a two-ton machine above him that could fall down at any moment. It wasn't like it happened often, but you heard stories over a barbecue grill on a Sunday afternoon of an accident in a shop on the other side of the city. But there was something oddly... relaxing about the work. The camaraderie with the other guys there, the comfort of working within the known realm of auto mechanics. It wasn't a perfect job, but it wasn't terrible either.<br/><br/>All that to say, after a couple of days on a tropical paradise, he needed some quiet. Some relaxation, without the urge to have fun that seemed to be a requirement with his sister. The beach was to be avoided for the moment, one of the pools being his target. He placed his towel on one of the tables doing some light stretches as he walked over to the pool, not noticing that there was somebody in the area already. Some proper exercise would go a long way towards helping him relax. Maybe some time in the sauna, let off steam. That was a fucking vacation plan right there.<br/><br/>The sun was shining brilliantly, and he smiled as a gentle breeze from the ocean rippled over his body, cooling him off and bringing the wonderful briny scent to him for a deep breath. Slowly, he rolled his shoulders, dropping down to his hands and straightening his body out, arms hard and tense, positioned parallel to each other as he slowly let himself down until his nose could almost touch the wooden pool deck, and quickly pushing back up again, making the wood creak gently. He went through the repetitions at an easy pace, taking long, deep breaths, timing them with the repetitions, loving the burning thrill rush through the muscles of his chest, arms and shoulders as he kept on going.