Sand and surf is GO!

[integra_hellsing]

Who: Integra Hellsing, Alucard, Seras Victoria, Soma Cruz, Doctor Seward, Abraham van Helsing, Walter C. Dornez... if I'm forgetting someone I'll add 'em when they tag in!
When: Thursday, July 12th; early afternoon.
Where: THE BEEEEEACH!
Summary: Basically, the Stoker household are going out for a -relaxing- day at the beach. Hurr.
Warnings: Possible language? SHENANIGANS. I'll edit if anything comes up.


How long had it been since Integra had last seen the ocean in all of its glory? Let alone a beach; such a trip was few and far between, unless it was directly involved with work somehow. Today, however, was not about work, but play.

Well, for most of the people coming along. For Integra, it was about sitting on the beach and simply admiring the view. And probably feeling insanely uncomfortable in a swimsuit, but THAT was a completely different issue all together. The very thought had her tugging her jacket ever so slightly tighter around her form.

Stepping onto the sand carrying in her hand a cooler full of ice, drinks, little snacks, and even a few blood packs for the resident vampires, she turned to glance at her fellow beach-goers, tilting her head. "...Where are we setting up?"

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[integra_hellsing]

Poor Walter. By the time he arrived, she was already soaking wet, thanks to a certain vampire deciding that they needed to take an impromptu dip in the ocean. She'd given up trying to hide herself... for the most part. Her towel was hanging over her shoulders, fairly useless considering that, too, had gone into the ocean with her, but it was there none the less. Between Soma and Alucard...

Turning her attention to the young man, she reached up to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose; honestly, she'd been lucky that she hadn't had them on when Alucard had decided to toss them both in.

If she had to wear a ridiculous bathing suit, so did he, dammit.

"You might as well prepare yourself, Walter, you're going to have to show off your bathing suit one way or another. I've learned that the hard way."

[angel_of_death]

Upon being addressed by Integra, Walter paused in his steps and ceased the tossing of the small plastic bottle between his hands. Like hers, the swimsuit underneath Walter's clothing was modest-- a pair of close-fitting trunks and a tank top. But, also like hers, Walter's swimwear failed to cover up certain scars. Unfortunately, she had a rather valid point in that he was likely to end up showing some skin. After all, the proof was right before him.

"So I see." He replied, teeth clenching down on the cigarette so it would not fall from his lips as he spoke. But, on noticing the droplets of water dripping down from her soaked towel, he plucked the fag from his lips to speak at length.

"You may use my towel if you wish, providing that someone brought it along with the others." He hadn't seen it in the linen closet when he'd checked before leaving. "I can wring that one out and hang it to dry. I might be able to get some use out of it."

[integra_hellsing]

Integra merely blinked, a slender brow arching briefly, before a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Really, Walter was always so on top of things and efficient. He'd never cease to amaze her.

"That's kind of you, Walter, but really, I'm alright. Also, we did pack your towel; I saw it not long ago," she replied with a thoughtful hum. "No, no. Please, this isn't a day for you to work. It's a day for you to relax."