A gale was blowing through Belmuse. The makings of the first storm of the year were on the horizon, lighting lashed like the fists of two boxers engaging in a championship match; powerful but brief bolts shooting across the sky. Thunderclaps suggesting each punch was landing. The sea was the spectators, waves clashing with one another and surging forward toward the shore. The tide was still halfway out... but it was approaching quite quickly.
The beach was bare; of shells, stones, driftwood and people... save for a single rusted old deckchair and a rather peculiar man sitting in it. No ears, no nose and no mouth; a television for a head. Despite the explosive winds, tempest tossing the sand around him, he sat still... though the comic book in his hands was finding it rather difficult to stay as still as he was. He was gripping it by the center of either side with his massive metallic hands and yet it was still trying to rend itself from his grasp. He didn't look up from his reading though, despite this.
Recently Flash Driver, as he had dubbed himself, had caught the transmission of a movie and had rather fallen in love with the beach. The rolling waves, the games of volleyball, the singing and dancing and the ice cream... even though he was incapable of eating ice cream.
The beach was bare; of shells, stones, driftwood and people... save for a single rusted old deckchair and a rather peculiar man sitting in it. No ears, no nose and no mouth; a television for a head. Despite the explosive winds, tempest tossing the sand around him, he sat still... though the comic book in his hands was finding it rather difficult to stay as still as he was. He was gripping it by the center of either side with his massive metallic hands and yet it was still trying to rend itself from his grasp. He didn't look up from his reading though, despite this.
Recently Flash Driver, as he had dubbed himself, had caught the transmission of a movie and had rather fallen in love with the beach. The rolling waves, the games of volleyball, the singing and dancing and the ice cream... even though he was incapable of eating ice cream.
But alas, looking up from his newspaper and across the beach, he was confused, "...Where is everyone? I thought the point of the beach was that people liked going there and having fun together? Making sandcastles and such. O.o" His screen read.