Full Moon Trouble

[Dust]

Scattered around the beaches were pretty uninteresting huts, 4 foot by 4 foot little stalls in rows of 5. With very little investigation anyone can find that they were showers. Their use is for the swimmers to wash off the salt water, tanning girls to scrub off the oil and freshen up, for volley ball players to rinse off the sand and sweat after a hard day's worth of games. They were also a great convenience to anyone who needed a good shower but lacked the funds of means for a hotel room here in Costa Del Sol; Or in Dust's case, a freshly created Prime who didn't know the world's recommended ways of doing things. 

After their victory drink, Dust walked out of the restaurant to get away from the crowds that were now jumping in to get a drink after their hard day of doing whatever they were doing, and shuffled close to the beach again. He saw these huts and became curious. When he found they were simple showers, he stepped in, pulled the flimsy door into the solid lock, and began to undress. He only had the pair of shorts he wore, and even he was surprised to find this. They had been rather comfortable and tight fitting, but not at all pinching in sensitive places. He looked at them, shrugged, and hung them over the door.

The water spout was high above him, even at his 6'9" height, and stared ominously back at him while the full moon lit the small room enough for Dust to work the knob. There was exactly one knob, and it made him cringe. That meant there was no setting the temperature of the water, which meant this could be a very brief but freezing shower. Ookami let out a sigh, but could smell the sweat on his skin and reached out for the single glittering knob. Turning it caused it to creak metallically in protest.

He heard the rush of the water up the pipe, turned his face away, and winced before the water even spit up the pre-pressured water. Then it hit him full force, and he winced harder! Only to be pleasantly surprised by the luke warmth as the liquid pelted his bare chest and shoulders. He looked back up at the spout, confused and curious to what magic this was, then remembered where he was. How he got here.. 

He washed up casually, enjoying the warmth of the water as it ran down each muscle, smelling the un-scented generic soap that hung from the head of the shower by a rope, marveling at how it never seemed to get lower no matter how much he used, running his hands through his hair as he looked at nothing, turning around to feel the relaxing spray against his sore shoulders and hot back. He realized after he turned the knob again that he did not have a towel, and instead of conjuring one up he sat down naked on the seat and just stared at the empowering rays of Selena shine up the metal as drops of water streatched itself thin before the excess freed itself and dropped out of sight.

Wolf closed his eyes and just listened to the waves, goosebumps scattering across his entire body as the water on him cooled before evaporating naturally or collected on the floor under him. He thought he heard someone speaking in whispers, but he couldn't sense anyone. He slowly drifted closer to sleep..

Only to jump out of it once he realized what was happening. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands he groaned. He couldn't help but think of Shock at that exact moment. Where was she? Did she make it out in time? Make it out at all? He sighed, checked his body with his hands, found that he was mostly dried, and dressed. In just the shorts again. SW - 808 walked out of the hut, leaving it roughly in the same state he'd found it, but when he looked up he caught the glimmer of something in the sand on the shore of the beach, just as waves rolled in and crashed against whatever it was.

He became curious and moved over, letting his still wet feet collect the dry sand as he trotted over most of the beach, and then cautiously approached by walking straight to the shore line. He looked down at what was glittering under the falling back waves, but only saw it for what it was when the water breathed back into the ocean. A coin. A gold coin. How odd...

It could only be odd to the modern day werewolf because he has never seen a random gold coin, but given that they were on a beach and he'd heard of talk of pirates on the radio, maybe it wasn't so far-fetched to believe gold coins could be common. "Strange.." But alluring enough for the bulk of a man to step closer, squat down, reach into the sand, and close his fingers around the mysterious item. The sea in front of him washed over his hands and ankles, cleaning off the coin, and as the waves pulled back he brought the trinket to his face, looking it over..