the most unlikely character to have an open log? maybe.

[punchwaves]

Who: Marie. And... you?
What: Swimmin'.
Where: The campus pool.
When: Friday through Sunday, noon to 6.

[Someone's had a lot on his plate recently. Good things, bad things, things things. Marie's not feeling super great. And so what does a Squirtle do when the sweet sound of Justin Biever's voice and the text printed on the pages of the Twilight books isn't relaxing enough? Well, apparently, he goes swimming.

Over the weekend, beginning on Friday, Marie went swimming. He hoped he'd be alone, considering it was now mid-September and most people didn't really like a chilly, biting breeze when they got out of the water.

He's alternating between Squirtle and human form, so it's possible to catch him either way. Leave a date and a time in your subject. Action or prose is fine; whatever you prefer. I ♥ you! Also please tag yourself?]

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[punchwaves]

[God, Marie hated the sound of his chuckle. And his voice. And everything. The little Squirtle let out a particularly un-menacing growl of frustration. He toddled back into the water, stalling at the edge.]

You just had to pick the same time I'm here?

[hydropumpin.livejournal.com]

[If you hate it so much why don't you just marry it.

Wait that doesn't work like that... You don't HAVE to be a butt about this, Marie. It's not like he's going to try to really kill you or something.]

Guess I did, that's not a problem... is it?

[Actually Blast knew that was a problem but he just wanted to say it anyways.]

[punchwaves]

[That doesn't even make any sense, you big dummy.

Yeah, you know, it is. Didn't want to share with a big fatty who takes up half the pool.

[hydropumpin.livejournal.com]

[Don't you question my logic.]

Oh please pipsqueak, I doubt you'd ever need even that much of the pool for your own enjoyment... Why don't you go find a kitchen sink or something to swim in?

[punchwaves]

[I do what I want.]

Maybe... I will. [But, no, he just swims around a bit.]