<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing Really</span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">This was the life. <br/><br/>Being on Paradise Isle was her first real vacation. After being pampered by staff and finding herself staring out of her window last night at endless clear waters, she found herself increasingly regretful about her decision to work year after year without a well-deserved break. It was then she made a vow to herself that she would turn off her inner workaholic and enjoy herself. <br/><br/>She had worked for Fhloston for a few years now. Each time a trip or bonus money was offered, she had taken the money without hesitation in the hopes that her nest egg, for herself and especially her siblings, would prove more resilient during hard times. Robyn knew the vast majority of her co-workers were pleased with her choice since they could not imagine her doing anything other than work. In fact, she noticed a few scowls on some of their faces when she surprised them by changing her ritual of choosing money rather than the chance for relaxation. <br/><br/>Despite saying that, she still woke up at a reasonable (or what some might consider to be ungodly)  hour. It was not as early as she was accustomed to, usually around five or six in the morning. After showering, she abandoned her usual makeup routine for a fresh face. What was the point of foundation, blush, and all of those other beauty applications when she planned to spend the day out in the sun?<br/><br/>Robyn lounged in front of the television for an hour or so, ate a light breakfast, and then eventually ventured outside of the house with a small bag bumping against her hip. Even though it was early, warm arm smacked her right in the face as soon as she stepped out of the protection of the air conditioned house. The heat made her grateful that she chose to wear a two-piece bathing suit rather than something more conservative. <br/><br/>Adjusting her large sunhat, she headed for the beach with the hopes of enjoying it before the rowdier folks came to claim it. The beach was fairly empty when she arrived, granting her the ability to lay her towel in prime real estate. Fully set up, she lowered herself down upon it with a happy sigh. It only took about ten minutes before she tired of the sound of waves. Robyn pulled out her music player and found an audiobook, one read by Theo James. <br/><br/><em>Gods, that man. <br/></em><br/>After a while, she grew tired of her top so she removed it and then turned onto her stomach. <br/></span>