Walking Around,

Curtis walked around on the beach, he smiled. Today was just a perfect day, nothing really bad happening besides the games. Curtis was walking around, and sat down at a certain spot. He looked out into the ocean, looking at the waves flow onto the beach. Curtis thought the sight was beautiful, kids playing frisbee while adults lay on the sand and chat with their friends. He saw a couple birds and watched them, the majestic creatures flew overhead and landed on a building. He fished into his backpack and pulled out a book, he started reading unaware of what's going on around him. He than smiled at a certain part, and started to laugh a little bit.

Damien was dressed in his usual attire, his dark suit jacket overlaying the classic white button up shirt. He walked over to the area of a beach that had a soft breeze but from two different directions. Looking around there was a kid sitting in his spot. "I believe that this is my spot, So it seems that we have come to a crossroads. But all I ask is that you move just a little so I can have my spot back" Damien said in a strong authoritative voice. He looked down upon the kid sitting below him, even though the kid was probably only just a couple of years younger, he was still a kid to Damien and would be until he passed the games.

Curtis looked up, revealing a face of a boy who was definitely older than him. He nodded his head with no sign of excitement and scooted over, letting the other guy sit down. He pulled out a laptop and started writing about the book so far, he was in a group and every day they'd read and than write in a little document they all have access to about what happened in the book that day. He was writing, and than pulled out a drink from his backpack. He grabbed it and drank some, he placed the drink down gingerly and started to work on the writing. Curtis was suddenly bored, there was nothing to do.

Damien grabbed his jacket by the collar and straightened his jacket quickly. "Thank you" Damien said and sat down quickly and stared out over the ocean as the waves rolled in. He thought of the boats and how he had wished he had grown up that way rather than under his fathers wrath. He sighed and looked around but not very many people seemed to be out today, it was a little warm than most enjoyed, which made it a curious thing as to wh the kid was out today, right now. Damien took a short side glance over at the kid to see him finish taking a drink of his water and on his laptop.

Curtis gave a "You're Welcome" to the man and continued typing, when he finished he shut the computer. He noticed that the man/boy looked over a bit to see what Curtis was doing, "It's for a book club," Curtis told the man. Curtis grabbed the drink and got a swig, he stood up and took off his shirt. He decided that he was going to go swimming soon so he put on some sunscreen also, he sat back down a bit. He wanted to get a tan for some odd reason.

Damien gave another side glance at the kid as he shut is laptop and explained what he was doing. Damien held back a snort as he looked back over the waters edge. The flash of the shirt as it hit the floor and the squeeze of the bottle of sunscreen did little to draw his attention away. Again Damien looked out over the water and imagined the boats and what life would be like for a fisherman. Damien spoke in the same authoritative voice he had earlier when he addressed the kid without his eyes leaving the sight of the waves "I thought you were going to go for a swim, don't let me stop you."

Curtis looked at the man, he stared at the man a bit to look at his facial features. He saw that Curtis got some attention from the shirt hitting the floor, he than heard the man's response. "I want to tan a bit, I'm Curtis by the way. What's your name?" Curtis asked the man, Curtis was unsure if he should be nice to the man considering how mean his face looked. Curtis had to change into his swimsuit, so he did. He ran over to a changing tent and changed in there, but when he was done he just sat there staring at his crotch for no apparent reason. He just sat there, it would probably worry some people how long he was in there.

"Don't worry it exists." Damien said as he let out a deep breath. A while pasted and Damien spent the time thinking and trying to envision a boat that didn't have to use the gas from the Capitol or the power from District 5. He thought of massive ships that could go on just the power of nature, of wind. He was trying to comprehend the idea of how one would do so, thinking of kites, cloths, and how it all fit together when someone placed a hand on his shoulder. Damien didn't jump, but calmly looked to the side and was brought back to the world around him. "What?" He asked with the same authoritative sound, and the man asked him if Damien knew the kid who went to change. He had been in there for some time and Damien should be worried. Sighing deeply Damien got to his feet and walked over to the changing room, "Curtis. I believe it is time to come out now" and he took a few steps back to clear the doorway.

Curtis suddenly snapped back into real life, he started blushing. He pulled on his swimsuit fully and walked out with his sandles on, you can tell that he was blushing a lot. Curtis sat down at his towel and started to crack his knuckles and neck, he was so bored because there was nothing to do. He remembered that he for some odd reason ended up staring at his crotch, but he usually didn't do it around people he didn't know. Curtis grabbed his sunglasses and laid down on the towel, he stared up at the sun. He was deep in thought of how the sun was created, and what other things it can do besides provide energy and light.
(lol pun intended)

Damien moved out of the way as Curtis, obviously flustered, kind of sulked away until he landed somewhere on the beach. He just laid down on his towel and starred up at the sun, and Damien held in a manic laughter. Damien walked back over to his curb spot and sat down saying nothing, if he wanted to destroy his eyesight that wasn't Damien's problem.

Curtis than payed attention to his phone, he whipped it out and started playing random apps on his phone. He was bored, so he put it back in his backpack. He than locked the zippers with a combination lock so nobody can get into his backpack and take his stuff. Curtis than ran over into the water and started swimming around, he was enjoying himself. But, there was one problem. He was still bored, there was still nothing to do.