[OOC: For all events, Nida will be dressed as such]
A. Speed Friending
"You ever been to a resort town?"
Nida doesn't even bother looking at his cards as he sits at one of the tables in the dry area, enjoying a salad with a towel slung around his neck. The only reason he even at down was because he liked company with meals and after a long day in and around the water park, he needed a snack to help him out. His hair is still wet, all of his make-up is gone, and none of that or the food detracts from the mess of scars that litter his body. The most prominent of which is the massive mess of them at his right shoulder that could be seen as a stab wound to someone experienced with scars and injuries, and another ugly one that is puckered down the side of his left leg. Fun. And he's got no shame about them.
"I pretty much grew up near one. This little ocean-side place that mark my words, someday it's going to be a resort town. It's got the vibe."
B. Slide Time... Eventually
This is what Nida's been doing for almost all of his day. The slides. They're wet, they're wild, they're intense. It's an adrenaline rush that he highly appreciates. The thing he doesn't appreciate?
The lines. They're pretty impressive at this point of the day, especially with the NAP going on here. Which means a really serious problem with the set up of this place. The lines go up stairs. Lots of them. That don't have very high banisters. It's an acrophobic's nightmare, and even those who don't have the fear might be nervous.
Nida? He's made for heights, and smiles as he leans back against a railing, waiting for the line to progress.
"Isn't this the absolute best? The heights, the rush, the water, the air. Fuck, where has this place been all my life?"
Nida | Final Fantasy 8 | OTA
A. Speed Friending
"You ever been to a resort town?"
Nida doesn't even bother looking at his cards as he sits at one of the tables in the dry area, enjoying a salad with a towel slung around his neck. The only reason he even at down was because he liked company with meals and after a long day in and around the water park, he needed a snack to help him out. His hair is still wet, all of his make-up is gone, and none of that or the food detracts from the mess of scars that litter his body. The most prominent of which is the massive mess of them at his right shoulder that could be seen as a stab wound to someone experienced with scars and injuries, and another ugly one that is puckered down the side of his left leg. Fun. And he's got no shame about them.
"I pretty much grew up near one. This little ocean-side place that mark my words, someday it's going to be a resort town. It's got the vibe."
B. Slide Time... Eventually
This is what Nida's been doing for almost all of his day. The slides. They're wet, they're wild, they're intense. It's an adrenaline rush that he highly appreciates. The thing he doesn't appreciate?
The lines. They're pretty impressive at this point of the day, especially with the NAP going on here. Which means a really serious problem with the set up of this place. The lines go up stairs. Lots of them. That don't have very high banisters. It's an acrophobic's nightmare, and even those who don't have the fear might be nervous.
Nida? He's made for heights, and smiles as he leans back against a railing, waiting for the line to progress.
"Isn't this the absolute best? The heights, the rush, the water, the air. Fuck, where has this place been all my life?"