Swimming (open)

[SOLEIL]

It was another warm Louisiana night. It was hot inside the house too. So what better way to spend a hot evening than swimming. Esther walked out to the pool. She placed her towel on a chair and pulled off the long T shirt covering her hawaiian print bikini. She placed her hair in a ponytail and jumped into the pool. She liked having the pool to herself. The cool water felt good on her skin.

Luckily the mosquitos stayed away from here. It had to do with the smell of chlorine.

She swam to the shallow end and sat on the steps.

[samson]

A hot night and the dim smell of the swamps made the air feel sticky and stuffy to breathe. The grassland was went from due still and as he sat on the front porch he heard a splash come from the rear of the house.

He had been waiting for some time now, assuming that perhaps everyone had gone out to do battle against some unseen foe, or maybe even they had gone to pick a scrap with the new order, either way he had been waiting only about four hours.

When he heard the sound of water Samson's tired limbs hefted his massive frame into standing. After watching how the light lost all of its gracious flare when it touched the swamp water he was glad that there may actually be someone knocking about these lands. It was as if perhaps their were more latent energies around this particular place than others. Of course there would be plenty of time to look into those kind of things when he was settled in.

Moving round to the back of the house, of which was surrounded by a six foot wall, more designed to keep roaming wild life out than super powered assailants. In fact it was just the right height for him to peer over. As he did so he saw a young girl, barely two decades relaxing in the swimming pool, she was barely clad and considering the heat he didn't blame her.

Samson became aware that this approach could be takeb all the wrong way, he was after all peering over a wall at a young girl in a bikini. He had seen something like this before on the strange television item that most young mortals had. In fact he was pretty sure the authorities got involved in things like this. Perhaps if he had known her or at least been introduced then shouting over the wall and being asked to be let in wouldn't be so bad.

As it stood however he looked a bit like an over sized, and dressed, pervert. Well she probably had a cool head on her shoulders but even so instead of showing her his big ol' ugly face he reached to his spell book and flicked through the heavy pages. Then with a knife he carved a shape into the moist grass, a flash and a few words later and an illusionary cat appeared.

A black fluffy cat with a splodge of a white face and little white fur that looked like socks running up its legs. With his mind he got the cat to jump onto the wall and to scurry nosily towards the girl,

Excuse me miss, my name is Samson, and I'm here to join the Resistance, the cat spoke sweetly.

[TEST]

"Awww oh mah gawd!" Babs said in a very girlish voice, not her typical character at all. "Well that is jus' one of tha mos' adorable lil' felines ah ever did see!" She said as she came into the pool area wearing, well her swimsuit. A tan bikini short with a matchingtop. Her hair was loose and flowing behind her.

Barefoot, and walking through the soft grass she knelt down and pet the little black cat, softly and carefully, so as not to startle it.
"Is this lil' precious yours Esther?" she asked as she glanced over at the girl before resuming to pet the cat.

Babs, had of course not heard the cat speak, so for all she knew, it was a simple little feline, lost and confused on it's way home.

[samson]

The humid air was starting to get to Samson, formerly Crixus, and with a practiced hand he placed his hand on a charm around his neck magical air conditioning, gotta love it

All the whilst he was making himself more comfortable he had a portion of his focus on what his imaganiry cat. An unexpected brush of contact caused a flux in his chanelling, easily adapted to, but still was a pain.

The moon was high and the sky was clear, the shadows cast by the moon danced eerily as the slight breeze rustled the tall trees. Unaffected by the cold the cat stood and took the petting with an affectionate pur before speaking to the newcomer. Samson, on the otherside of the wall, got a blurry image on a woman, blonde hair, illusions weren't his strong point.

"Hello miss, My name is Samson, and i'm here to join the resistence, and before you ask im not really a talking cat but i would like you to let me in through the back gate, or even the front door," if cats could smile then this cat would be and with a almost musical voice he hoped that this newcomer wouldn;t be scared of the fact that this cat had just started talking.