baewatch [Poptart]

@"Poptart"

This was definitely the life.

Laying out on a beach towel in her favorite swimsuit (the bikini with the frills, hell yeah son), with her favorite shades placed delicately on her nose and with a cooler half filled with long island ice tea and wine coolers sitting ever so innocently in the sun.

The other half of the cooler, of course, was Capri Suns and tiny bullet water bottles as she watched her son playing in the shallow wave pools, crouching down to play with crabs, krill, and anything else that happened to get trapped in the sandy wave pools. He really seemed to like coming to the beach and playing in the sand. Manta Carlos had awesome beaches with sun kissed sand and people with some of the best beach bodies she'd seen outside of Rio de Janeiro.

DJ smiled as she opened her second (or was it third?) cooler and drank it, crossing her legs as she relaxed in the relatively cool shade, a careful eye never straying from little Tevyntr as he explored the crabs in his little T-shirt and trunks.

What a cutie.

She wasn't too worried about the little guy though. He'd spent the entirety of his life on the island, in the waves, and in the woods. If push comes to shove he would probably be able to survive on this hellhole better than her.

That thought made her happy as she brought the bottle to her lips again for another drink.

RE: Baywatch [Poptart]

Tevyntr was having quite a bit of luck with the crabs today.

He caught the crabs just like his mom had shown him, grabbing them from behind in such a way that their big pincers couldn't get at his fingers. He turned them over in his hands, looking at their hard shells and their pale tummies. Making one little hand he knocked on its back, pressing his ear against the shell to listen. "Helloooo? Is--is anybody at home?"

Like all the other crabs, this one didn't say anything to his very important question, so he dropped it back into the shallows. He was dusting off his hands--like how mommy did when she finished working on her fancy music box--and was prepared to start his hunt for shells when--

"Boo!"

The little child let out a shriek at the body who came out of nowhere. He pouted, his cheeks puffing out and his eyebrows making a vague copycat of what an adult would consider a stern face as the big kid who scared him helped him back onto his feet.

"That wuzn't--that wuzn't very funny!" He called up to him, stomping a little bare foot into the heated sand.

"Mommy's over dere." He said, pointing to DJ who had been watching this whole ordeal, her shades pushed down on her nose and half filled bottle in her hand. Stefan, at this point, had DJ's undivided attention. She'd contemplated going over and teaching Stefan a lesson (she'd kept up with her fighting from her gang days, and even if she hadn't, the balls were a universal weak point for guys like Stefan) but other than being angry and a little shaken up from being scared, Tev didn't seem to be injured or bothered.

She merely gave a nod to Stefan's question, and stood up from the blanket, walking over to join her son and this... floaty kid.

RE: Baywatch [Poptart]

Tevyntr looked at the stuff in his hand. A bracelet that he immediately put on (it was much too large and slid down his arm to about the middle of his forearm), pennies (he'd give them to mommy to put into his piggy bank when they got home), and gum which he immediately ate, remembering only just after he'd started chewing it that mommy told him not to eat things strangers gave him. Oh well. He wouldn't tell mommy.

Placated for the moment, he nodded enthusiastically, deciding to count up the pennies he'd been given.

The toddler wasn't really sure how many pennies he had, but he was sure that he had more than four and that was a lot when you had more money than you had years of being alive.

When his mommy came over, Tev held out his hand, dropping his fortune into his mom's hands.

DJ took the coins she'd been given--where did he get seven pennies?--and Tevyntr went back to being an avid crabhunter, almost as though he'd forgotten that the adults were even there.

"Right. I'm sure you weren't." DJ said, taking off her sunglasses and resting them on her head, hip cocked to one side and a fistful of pennies resting on it. "He's fine, nothing bad happened, so it's not like I'm gonna chew you out or anything. Be grateful for that I guess."

She glanced over. Apparently Tevyntr had found another crab. Or perhaps it was the same crab. All crabs looked the same to her, honestly, but he seemed to be able to tell the difference. "Yeah well, this is a college town so I'm not surprised. He's three, in case your wondering." DJ said, smoothly lowering her shades down to her nose. "Do you make a habit of scaring three year olds?"

RE: Baywatch [Poptart]

DJ quirked her lips into an almost smile when the kid started doing a super villain laugh. Well, she used the word kid pretty generously, since he was taller than her and probably wasn't that much younger than her. But his attitude had kid all over it, like wrapping police tape around a crime scene.

Plus, being a mom made everyone younger than you turn into a kid. Even Sid--who was technically, technically twice her age but acted like a teenager--wasn't immune to him coming down on him like a mom. She very vividly remembered yelling at him over the phone: "You can't do a line of coke until you clean your room!" to which he responded in the most hilarious voice: "Yes MOM."

"I can't imagine a ton of situations where having an army of three year olds call you their king would help you take over an island." She said, a small smile settling on her full lips. "I'd imagine the magical college would have a few words to say about that if nothin' else."

Her eyes followed him as he floated into the sky, and she knew--knew he was giving her a once-over. No matter how sneaky and quick he was, she knew. It was like... a sense or something.

But she decided that she wouldn't make a big deal of it. Not this time anyway. She was here to have a good time with her little angel, not suplex people. DJ took his hand, giving it a shake. "I'm DJ. And you're not to unattractive yourself, Stefan."

RE: Baywatch [Poptart]

Hearing about this kid's master plan, a thought occurred to her. This island sure was full of absolutely nutters. There was this guy, who had acted like a grade A beach douche by scaring her son and then not so casually played it off, then there was that scene at the school where all those kids fucking died in the cafeteria that she heard about from Sid who wouldn't stop talking about how totally metal it was to see all those kids just falling out of windows.

But he was a drow. His sense of cool and not cool were totally warped beyond all definition. She was just glad that she'd peace'd out from all of that when she had the chance.

"Aww. That just warms my heart, DJ. Hey... You know what would be great? If you were also a DJ. Then you'd be DJ DJ. Or... DJ squared[/i]."[/i]

Her lips quirked. Clearly this guy and Sid didn't run in the same circles, or else he would already know the answer to that question.

How cute.

"Well, I usually go by MC DJ when I do my DJ-ing work."