Day in the Sun [open]

[Leah Gerard]

A small silhouette could be seen in the distance. Her long brunette hair flows with the wind, though she doesn't seem to notice. A large book takes shelter from the breeze within her arms. Dressed in a rather off beat fashion, she sported a large white cardigan.

To anyone else, it was just another ordinary summer day. That of course, is what she is trying to do. Trying to mask the true significance of this day. Suddenly, a loud thud manages to enter her train of thought and forces her to fall back. Getting hit by an object was oddly turning into a disease of hers. Sitting back up, she idly rubs the side of her head and throws the darn object back. Breathing inwardly, she sighs and focused on the book in her hands.

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton, a tale of love in the midst of nineteenth century New York society. Suddenly, she was recaptured by the heartache that surrounds Newland Archer.

[soundblaster]

<sub>A soft sigh escaped the teen's lips as her crimson-colored eyes watched the beachegoers with mixed feelings. A part of her held contempt for her own species, at least the half of her that was human. None of her caretakers had ever shown her compassion, sincere compassion- and if they had then she hadn't remembered it or cared to. Not that she wanted it now, it was too late for that.

Yet again, a secret, hidden side of her was...afraid. Not only of the Decepticons' and Autobots' ongoing warring, but to lose her humanity- her emotions and feelings. She didn't want to become consumed by hate and anger, but that was slowly becoming the case. That was why she worked with the Decepticons after all, not that they had anything for her to do as of yet. For the most part they left her alone.

Jessica, or Soundblaster as she preffered (not that many people even knew either of her names), ran a hand through her jet black hair before taking a bite out of a stick of licorice. It wasn't very long before a small fight broke out between two older teenagers further near the water- making her roll her eyes and look elsewhere. Her eyes rested on another girl, perhaps around the same age as her, who was occupied with her book. Spotting the title of the literature, her fingers twitched as her thoughts became more conflicted. Some things (humans to be specific), weren't simply white or black- good or bad.</sub>

[Leah Gerard]

Leah, devoured by the intrigue surrounding the newly arrived countess, could hardly notice her current setting. Her mind has stopped any initial physical presence. Newland Archer is captivated himself. He was in awe at the mere site of Ellen Olenska. She had captured his imagination with her disregard of the social laws.

Small tidbits of sound had entered her mind. She looks up to see the fight that had broken out. It wasn't anything to concern her. They were just letting their hormones make them act out. Shaking her head, she tries to return to New York City, 1870. To no avail, a constant nagging feeling had entered her brain. She looks and sees a teen girl watching her.

[soundblaster]

As the other noticed her, Jessica gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "Hey there." She said in a flat, nearly monotone voice. Glancing back at the water once again, she spoke up a bit. "Not such a peaceful place to do your reading." The techno-organic commented before looking back at the girl who had been absorbed in her book.

"How ironic that "Tranquility" has become so...less than tranquil lately." Soundblaster seemed to speak to herself, her ruby irises not even focused on the reader anymore and rather past her as if something interesting was off in the distance. She took another bite of her licorice, looking at the book again for a moment. Never the one to read much unless it was on a computer screen, Jessica had no idea what the book was about. Not that she really wanted to know, she was trying to isolate herself from "normal" humans- assuming this human was normal, as she had never met another techno-organic before.

[Leah Gerard]

Leah returned the the curt nod and gave a small smile to welcome the greeting. She looks down on her book as the girl made the comment about her reading location. Instead of answering, she kept quiet and shrugged. With nothing to answer her, Leah goes to watching the crashing waves. It was true certain things has been happening through out Tranquility. It just didn't really cross her mind of importance that's all.

"Frankly, the whole world isn't anywhere near tranquil at the moment." Leah says, after a few minutes has passed. "Honestly, I think that's why i still prefer books over everything else." She didn't look at her at all, but rather to the busy waters.

[KARR]

Nearby some ways off to the girls' right by about a mile or so, a constant rotor beat began to thump into earshot range. KARR was on the prowl, looking for KITT or just to find some way of curing his boredom. Up ahead on the beach, he spotted a techno organic and a...human. The yellow scanner on the front of the attack helicopter's nose pace din and out, one that was almost identical to KITT's, only a lot more yellow.

KARR was only slightly interested.
Maybe I'll zip by them and end their time of peace... Accelerating well over 50 knots, KARR descended rapidly, the rotor beat pounding louder and louder as he descended...

He approached quickly, whizzing by over head at frightening speeds, barely his body length above them. The intense rotor wash would easily throw them for a loop, almost literally if they didn't try to scramble...

[Leah Gerard]

A laugh almost escape her cynic lips but she prevented it. 'Tranquility, Ca is the epitome of sarcasm in this incorrigible world' she thought. One may call her a pessimist but for Leah, she's just being realistic. 'A place called Tranquility?' she shook her head with a bitter chuckle. It's the main reason that books are her sanctuary because despite the problems of the world, the stories would end in conclusion and understanding, something that reality lacks.

It was the perfect timing to return to 19th century scandals but a wheezing sound took her attention. She glanced up to see a hovering automobile. A frown etched in her face and she thought; she felt terrified at first by the car but then again she might be hallucinating. She held her hand in front of her forehead and slapped herself. Nothing happened, a smirk crept in her face, "This is interesting."