(open) Silver Stars

[Kura Kirkland]

The silver stars glowed in the night sky. A large round moon helped lit the earth giving the beach a beauitiful silvery glow. Kura's big blue eyes gazed over the midnight blue colored ocean. In the reflection it seemed as if the stars and moon wiggled around doing a dance. It was slightly windy giving that ripple effect in the Ocean.

Kura was on a very empty beach and she loved it. She sat on a mound of sand staring out at that ocean and gawking at the sky. It was a chilly night but by the looks of it Kura hadn't dressed for the cold night. She was wearing a little blue dress with a brown short sleeved coat. However she didn't mind the chilly night. She let out a single breath and noticed it was not yet cold enough too see the fog that escaped her mouth the way it did in the winter.

She let out a deep relaxed sigh as she layed down in the soft sand running her hands through it and then picking up a handful and letting it fall between her fingers. She did this several times before she finally closed her eyes letting herself drift in and out of conciousness.

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[Erik Berge]

'Surprised it's so empty..' The Norwegian walked quietly along the beach, his faint sigh covered by the ocean lapping at the shoreline. He had just gotten off work, and was in such a rush to get to the beach that he hadn't bothered to change. (A pair of black dress pants and a pale blue tailored shirt was the blond's choice of wear for the beach.) Why was he so anxious to get there? Simply because. Why wouldn't he? To be honest, Erik was feeling a little homesick. While it was true that the night was chilly, it was almost nothing compared to the freezing beaches back home, farther up north. The timezones was also an enormous jump, and he would have to call at odd hours to even talk to someone from Norway..

But still. There was no way Erik would go crawling back home, wasting all the money it took to get here and leaving college unfinished; that would mark him a failure..

The Norwegian pushed away all his negative thoughts as he continued his walk, tilting his head back to look at the stars. He was here to relax, not to have another mini panic-attack just thinking about how overwhelming things where. 'How positive..' Okay, so it was hard to be an optimist. He was in truth very tired at the moment (but just couldn't miss coming here), and started to wonder if you could be fined for sleeping on the beach, before realizing he might end up with a sunburn if he overslept. Erik did however, smile faintly at the thought; this was an acceptable action simply because others weren't around. Just when he was thinking of sitting down, the floor seemed to suddenly came up, and the junior found himself almost with a face-full of sand.

'.. Thank God for quick reflexes,' he thought bitterly, pushing himself off the ground and sitting up until he was kneeling. Quickly dusting himself off, Erik immediately went from relaxed to irritated. 'Who the hell leaves LOGS on beach?' The blond rolled his eyes to himself, turning to give the log a good kick, when he realized.. it was a person? That was unexpected. Who else would be here at this time of night? The Norwegian's surprised expression lasted only an instant, before he reverted back to his usual, neutral gaze. "Huh. What are you doing?" Usually he would be polite at a first meeting, but this person was laying out just like some log out on the beach, getting in people's his way. His tone wasn't hostile, just annoyed, as he finally looked to see who it was..

[Kura Kirkland]

Kura was just the kind of girl to sleep really deeply. Once she was asleep it would be hard to wake her up. Especially if it was late. When the sun went down so did the farm girl. However when the sun came up she would already be out with the sheep. Lately she had been doing just as much work she would on a farm--just with her mind. It hadn't been long since she had graduated high school so going strait into collage seemed like a good idea.

The girl's eyes fluttered open a little. A short thump against her side followed by another softer thump sounded. Everything was still blurry so she turned her head over to one side and saw nothing. She turned to the other side and saw the blurry edges of a person. She hadn't woken up rigght away. She sorta just stared blinking a few times, rubbed her eyes, and yawned. 'What happened,'

[/color] she silently wondered to herself.

Finally she pulled her hands away from her eyes letting out another tired yawn. She then sat up with her eyes still struggling to stay open. "Are you okay?"[/color] she asked in a soft, tired tone. He sounded annoyed and Kura instantly had a pang of guilt. Was he hurt? Did he scrape his knee? It wasn't like she had pushed him into the ocean. But then again she understood his annoyed tone. It was late and he tripped over a random girl.

Kura would have usually quickly apologized. But she was tired and half asleep. Everything would come out differently and sound a lot diffrent then her usual happy-go-lucky tone. "I don't know,"[/color] she yawned. "Sorry,"[/color] she slowly added trying to stay awake. "I didn't think anyone would be out here this time of night."[/color]
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[Erik Berge]

".. Yeah, fine." He sighed again before sitting back in the sand, looking over at the other with some relief; what if it was someone he couldn't stand? Oh God, what if it was Emiliania? Erik wasn't a fan of meeting new people, but running into a stranger was better than running into some idiot he already knew and despised. Raising an eyebrow, it was easy to see that he had interrupted her nap. 'Well, the beach is no place for a nap. It's the beach..' (Save the fact that earlier he was thinking of doing the same thing.) The Norwegian said nothing for a moment, trying to stifle one of those contagious yawns before finally replying. "Same.. Weird place to sleep."

Was she homeless? She could have been for all he knew, since he'd never seen her in his life.

Erik wiped off some of the sand from his clothes before turning to look out at the ocean. Tempting as it was to leave at this moment (because his plans of taking a walk on the beach did not include tripping over some random, sleepy stranger), he didn't want to push aside his plans for some inconvenience, and the spot where he was sitting had quite a nice view.. 'Of course, of course it does.' Everything had a price didn't it? He muttered under his breath in his native language, a little conflicted. Erik turned back to the underclassmen; at least she wasn't noisy. Though, he had a sudden thought. Any Americans he met had despised the cold, yet this person hadn't complained at least not yet about the weather.

"Where are you from?" Oh, wait. He realized it sounded like an interrogation (he still hated that weird, robot-interviewer incident before the school year began), and took a breath before adding, "I'm Norwegian.." There. Didn't people find it more friendly when others talks about themselves? Something like that.. Anyways, Erik wasn't one to snap at people without reason, so for now, there was no reason to do so, especially with the girl being half-awake.

[Kura Kirkland]

The girl stared happily at the ocean in awe. She found it so hypnotyzing. With every breath she took she seemed to get deeper and deeper into thought. This didn't really bother her though. She just hoped that this other person wouldn't be bothered by it. "Yeah, I didn't really intend to sleep when I came out here. I just needed some air."

[/color] Kura didn't really think of the dangers of falling asleep on the beach. What would have happened if this person was a bad guy? What if he were someone who was going to harm her. She puased for a long moment and instantly felt bad for assuming the worse. "Sorry,"[/color] she said looking at him with concerned eyes. She forgot to tell him for what. But it was mostly for assuming he wasn't a nice person.

"oh, I'm from New Zealand,"[/color] she said smiling slightly. Norway? That was a really cold place! What if it was too warm for him here. Instantly the girl had tons of questions about Norway. But she would have to narrow it down to one. Otherwise he might be overwhelmed with questions.

She gazed back out at the ocean for another long moment then looked back at him with a friendly smile still perked on her face. "How cold is Norway?"[/color] she asked eagerly holding back the rest of her questions.
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[Erik Berge]

Some air? Erik himself knew how that felt, so he simply nodded, turning to face the ocean with a slightly thoughtful expression. Of course he had nothing else to really add, seeing as he was far from the kind of person to keep up a conversation with a random stranger. (But if the other person kept talking and didn't immediately annoy him, Erik wouldn't have a problem at answering.) But, this person didn't seem chatty, so he started to drift off a bit when she quietly spoke again.

'..Sorry?' The Norwegian turned his head and brought his attention back to the other, faintly puzzled. She hadn't done anything, so why on earth was she apologizing? "Sorry?.. For what?"

At her questioning how his home country was, Erik was hesitant to reply at first. Recently, any thoughts of home would ultimately make him space out or get nostalgic, which usually meant he was distracted. Like earlier when he tripped. "It.. depends. Sometimes we get about 20 hours of sunlight during summer, which makes it warmer, but alternatively, sometimes the day's are short, which means it's colder because of the night.. Depends a lot on the city and time of year.." Ah. See. He just rambled.. Erik paused, realizing he'd spoken quite a bit (at least in his terms), and huffed quietly, looking back at the ocean. "It's usually 30 to -13 degrees Celsius."

Speaking of, conversions were something the student seriously hated; he saw no use for whatever for the messed up systems of measuring the Americans had invented when the rest of the world was using something else.

Continuing to stare ahead, Erik was admittedly surprised to hear she was from New Zealand, having never met a person from there, but also realized he didn't know where in the world it was; geography was something he hardly ever payed attention to when it came to other nations. Instead, he recalled a random fact he had heard once. "..Doesn't New Zealand have more sheep than people?"

Ffft Europeans. 30 to -13 C is like 86 to 8 degrees F ~ ))