Let's just get on with the story
5:24 a.m.
There the vagabond stood in the presence of three beauties, who were primed to attack. Each one holding a weapon that made the vagabond wary. The women looked upon the intruder with the look a lioness would make if her cub was threatened. Noticing this, the vagabond relaxed and stood in a non-threatening stance.
"Who are you?" questioned the pale thin woman readying her spear. The vagabond began backing away from them slowly, heading for the door.
"Stop right there!" yelled the short plump woman as she snapped her whip towards the vagabond which wrapped around an arm. The vagabond quickly gripped the whip and wrenched the arm free. Still gripping the end whip the vagabond yanked with tremendous strength.
"WOAH!" the short woman hurtled through the air towards the door.
"Amethyst!" The others called. Once she reached the door the vagabond quickly used her whip to tie arms behind her back and positioned her as human shield.
The other women took attack stances, but with their friend held hostage and the unknown ability of the vagabond they were cautious
"Wow," the short woman,Amethyst, said, "this doesn't happen very often, does it?" The vagabond became wary of how calm she seemed. Holding on to her tightly the vagabond opened the door and stepped out with the her.
5:28 a.m.
The husky boy had been standing at the far-side of the hall watching this scene unfold, but once he saw the intruder take his friend with him the boy jumped into action. He bolted past the other women and headed for the door.
"Steven!" Called the thin pale woman and not even one second later he tripped over the threshold. He didn't land on his face, but instead he tumbled and ended up going over the edge of the cliff.
"STEVEN!" screamed all three women.
BOOM!
5:29 a.m.
The boy opened his eyes to see the stone carving in the cliff and the darkening sky awaiting dawn. He was still dazed from the fall, but he seemed relatively unscathed as he laid on his back with a little beach sand in his pajamas. Suddenly he heard a groan from under him. When he shifted to see who it was that groaned he realized that the vagabond released his friend and jumped after him.
"Ugh. Can you get off?" the vagabond mumbled, "You weigh too much to lay on my ribcage." Before the boy could move the vagabond shoved him off and struggled to stand. Both of them got to their knees and looked each other in the eyes. The boy found himself lost in the vagabond's deep royal-blue eyes.
"You okay, boy?" the vagabond grunted through his pain. The boy nodded as the vagabond slowly stood up brushing sand from his body and muttered, "Good."
WHOMP!
The 7 foot tall woman had landed next to her and although her shades covered her eyes the vagabond could tell where she was looking from the anger he could feel.
"Crap," was all he muttered before...
BAM!
The vagabond flew through the air for the woman's gauntlet clad fist catching him in the chest. The vagabond flew just passed the shoreline.
SPLASH!
5:57 a.m.
The morning sun had finally shed light onto Beach City, but a thin fog had come from out at sea covering the whole town/city. At the base of the cliff sculpture were the three women and the boy.
"Steven, are you sure you're okay?" asked the thin woman. She had been looking the boy over the moment she reached the face of the cliff.
"I'm fine, Pearl," Steven said looking out at the ocean.
"Have you seen him come up yet, Garnet?" asked Amethyst. The tall woman shook her head. The vagabond had been knocked into the ocean, but since then none of them had seen him resurface.
"How's that possible?" worried Pearl, "The fog's to thin to use as cover and from how injured he was, he couldn't swim away without coming up to the surface!"
"It seems that our intruder has many secrets," said Garnet.
"I don't think he was that bad," piped Steven, causing the women to look back at him confused, "He risked his health to save me. He can't be all bad, right?"
7:34 a.m.
A pretty tall young man with a thick build and tanned skin was walking along the pier. He was wearing a burgundy collared shirt, untucked, tan shorts that reached his knees, wrap-around sandals, and glasses.
He has long, blond, hair resembling curly fries. He was looking down at his phone when heard someone groaning.
Looking up he saw that he was passing a bench where an adolescent boy. He had a slight build, caramel skin, and hazel eyes. He was wearing a pair baggy blue jean shorts that went passed his knees, an oversized aqua blue t-shirt, a pair of white sneakers, and a black choker. His raven hair was cut high and tight.
As he just sat there moaning and groaning the young man was going to avoid him when he noticed the kid hold a pretty thick stack of papers.
"Hey, kid," he called. The boy groaned and turned to see who called him. The boy looked the him up and down then stared at his hair.
"What you want, Cabelo de Fritas?" he grunted.
"What's that you're holding?" the young man asked pointing at the papers.
"These?" the boy asked tapping the papers, the young man nodded, "These are printed versions of a blog, 'Keep Beach City Weird!'"
"You read that blog?"
"It's the main reason I'm even hear," the boy chuckled before groaning.
"You okay, kid?" the young asked, he seemed concerned.
"Yeah," the boy moaned, "Just sore. Just got here today after a two week trek." The boy had his fingers walking along the bench to say he walked the whole way.
"Wow, you're something kid. My name's Ronaldo," the young man said.
"Franky," the boy said.
"Whoa!" Ronaldo exclaimed
"What!" Franky asked, scared a bit.
"Your eyes flickered!" the young man explained, "It flashed blue!"
"Huh," Franky smirked turning his head forward, "Weird."
He tugged a bit on his choker and, although Ronaldo couldn't see it, there was something embedded on his throat. A royal-blue gemstone.