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...Huh.

[Phoenix sits up, scratching his head under his beanie. This certainly isn't home.]

I don't remember falling asleep on a beach.

[Suddenly, like right out of a horror movie, a hand sticks up from under the sand.]

[His eyebrows raise, but he doesn't look too surprised.]

Don't see that everyday.

[Phoenix pokes the arm.]

[The hand latches onto Phoenix's wrist.

With what sounds like a muffled grunt, the entire mass of sand near the arm starts to raise, until soon, the form of someone's back makes itself obvious amidst the falling sand. Adachi coughs and hacks as he scrambles out of the shallow-but-covered sandpit, struggling on his hands and knees to right himself without getting sand in his face (difficult, considering it was buried in it a moment ago.]

[A blink, and he stands back, giving the guy some space. He gives an impressed whistle.]

Did some kids bury you and forget about you?

[Darkly, and between coughs.]

Those brats better have not. All that high-and-mighty talk about being 'fair' and 'just', and they just leave a guy to die somewhere even worse than the goddamn boonies-

[He lets go, using the hand to brush himself off instead. It's obviously of little help, considering how uncomfortable he looks. Sand seeping into your shoes is uncomfortable enough, let alone seeping into your clothes and mouth.]

Uh, sorry about that, pal. Man, this must look pretty bad right now, huh?

Not at all. I think it suits you.

[Leave it to Phoenix to say something completely unfitting. (Or maybe it completely fits.)]

[Weirdo.]

Y-yeah? I, uh, I'm not too sure it's that great for my health, though, so I'll use it sparingly.

[A few coughs later, Adachi sits down on the sand, looking exhausted. His hair is still sprinkled with the stuff, and his clothes? Well, that dark-colored suit is done for.]

Say, you don't happen to have some water on you, do you?

[That suit is kind of nostalgic, come to think of it...

Anyway. Phoenix rummages around him, until coming up with a dark green bottle.]

Nope. Fresh out. How about some grape juice?

Anything. I just have to get the taste of rock outta my mouth.

[He holds his hand out for it. Kind of rude, isn't he?]

[Kind of. But Phoenix just hands it over anyway, getting to his feet and looking around.]

Too bad I didn't bring a bathing suit. This would've been a nice vacation...

[Guzzling it down without leaving much to spare (maybe those impossible-to-get-drops at the bottom of the bottle, but even that's up for debate), Adachi screws the cap back in (why did he even bother) and finally looks around. He still coughs a little, tongue rolling around his mouth and trying to clear it of sand (it's not a pleasant sensation) as he inspects the surroundings. Blue skies, a blue ocean, and white pearly sand - it's almost a perfect backdrop to a tropical getaway, sure, except he hadn't expected the place he was getting away to to actually look like this.

He had thought the TV world would've been a little more...dark.]

Where is this? One of those resort islands?

[Not to mention the lush greenery a few more feet off shore. It looks perfectly ideal for a vacation spot. Rather than look out to the sea (nothing there but water and a few seagulls), he looks to the inner part of the island. All he can see is trees and shrubs. It looks all natural; untouched by man.]

If I didn't know better, I'd say so. Seems kinda deserted to me.

...Say, haven't we met before, officer?

[Adachi's eyes widen a little at that, before he gives Phoenix a good look-over. Unshaven, rumpled, sleepy-eyed - probably some hobo. As if Adachi was going to remember someone unimportant like that.]

Nah, you probably got me mixed up with someone else on the force. We all kinda dress the same, suits and stuff.

[I don't know, that eternally-skewed-to-the-left tie is kind of unmistakable, even if it's a bit sandy right now. Adachi gets to his feet, brushing the back of his pants off. At least his belt had kept anything from slipping in there.]

You got in trouble with the law before?

[A sly smile.]

You have no idea, officer.

[And Phoenix just grins at that.]

[Well, then he's with like company, Adachi supposes. With a similarly ambiguous smile, Adachi slides his hands into his pockets (euch, more sand), and starts treading away from the shore, towards the greenery. There's nothing at the beach, after all - nothing except the now-empty grape juice bottle sitting in the sand. (God, and he litters too.]

You coming? You probably should. I can't just leave a civvie out here in the middle of nowhere to fend for himself.

Haha, civvie, huh? Fair enough.

[Phoenix swoops up the bottle, his other hand slipping into his hoodie pocket. You never know when you might need a bottle, after all. Might hold .]

Who knows what's out there, anyway.

[With at least enough courtesy to wait for Phoenix to catch up, Adachi gives an amused shrug, pushing away the first few branches of leaves in his way to duck into the jungle. The air is humid here, and it's not long before he shrugs off his coat, tying it around his waist, and rolls up his sleeves.]

Haha, what are you expecting? Dinosaurs or something? Hate to break it to you, but Jurasssic Park is just a-

[Screeeeeech. That didn't sound human.]

...

[Blink. It's like he jinxed it. That sounded an awful lot like the Jurassic Park's dinosaur sound effects, didn't it? Maybe this is an imitation island of it. That's be pretty cool, huh?

Nonetheless, Phoenix looks surprised.]

Huh. Wonder what that was.

P-Probably just a bird.

[Tirelessly, bravely, courageously, probably stupidly, he presses on. He may or may not jump a little needlessly when a dragonfly buzzes past his ear, though, stumbling back into Phoenix and knocking his unfortunate hat off.]

Yikes! What was that?! Did you hear that?

[There is a slight frown as Phoenix stops to pick up his hat. It is a rather important article of clothing to him. He dusts off the dirt and leaves from it, putting it back snug on his head.]

A bot fly, maybe?

[Scratching at his cheek, Adachi at least has the decency to look sheepish about such an overreaction. He steps away from Phoenix, eyes still darting around the trees and shrubs.]

You think? ...Yeah, you're probably right. Sorry about that - just had one too many run-ins with near-death today.

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incredibly appropriate icon there

isn't it just 8)

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