[Congratulations. You have scored one (1) attentive, hopefully experienced, probably professional instructor for your activity of choice for the day. Sporting a baseball cap that she's swiped off the head of an unassuming robot, it clashes terribly with what is expected of snorkeling gear. Or swimming attire. In fact, Abigail is still dressed in a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, probably "borrowed" from somewhere else.]
The faster we get to work, the sooner we can both fuck off here. Drowning works just as well.
II. Sand Sport
[Luckily (for Abigail? For onlookers? For fellow competitors?), the petite woman has changed into an actual swimsuit for this event, a tiny two piece that would look obscene on anyone else, except that Aby has very little to flaunt. She's doing an admirable job staring down would be opponents who aren't quite sure she is their assigned partner. Would she not be more at home at something harmless and more beach appropriate, like Naked Vollyball, off to the side?
The imprints left gouged into the damp sand from the latest unconscious body suggests otherwise.]
Can I go now?
[The robots have no answer for that. After all, not one opponent has left the ring while still conscious.]
Wildcard
[Please PM or comment here! I can roll with anything.]
Abigail Jones | Great Pretender
[Congratulations. You have scored one (1) attentive, hopefully experienced, probably professional instructor for your activity of choice for the day. Sporting a baseball cap that she's swiped off the head of an unassuming robot, it clashes terribly with what is expected of snorkeling gear. Or swimming attire. In fact, Abigail is still dressed in a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, probably "borrowed" from somewhere else.]
The faster we get to work, the sooner we can both fuck off here. Drowning works just as well.
II. Sand Sport
[Luckily (for Abigail? For onlookers? For fellow competitors?), the petite woman has changed into an actual swimsuit for this event, a tiny two piece that would look obscene on anyone else, except that Aby has very little to flaunt. She's doing an admirable job staring down would be opponents who aren't quite sure she is their assigned partner. Would she not be more at home at something harmless and more beach appropriate, like Naked Vollyball, off to the side?
The imprints left gouged into the damp sand from the latest unconscious body suggests otherwise.]
Can I go now?
[The robots have no answer for that. After all, not one opponent has left the ring while still conscious.]
Wildcard
[Please PM or comment here! I can roll with anything.]