A few feet away from the undead Doctor, rivulets of sea water found its way through the golden sand to her bare toes, cast forward from the larger waves further out to sea. The beach was not a place that the Haunt tended to visit. Though she would not have given herself the descriptor of "city girl" technically, having been born and raised in Chicago, and spending most of her Requiem flitting from city-to-city, she was one. With that in mind, she had never really spent very much time at the beach. At change of scenery was nice though, and even without a glorious sun in the sky, it was sort of relaxing.
Frankly, Josephine thought the moon, and it's shimmering pale reflection on the rippling water look quite a bit nicer than the cliche sunlit beach. But she may have been slightly biased, considering a pretty sun equated to imminent death to a Kindred.
Some distance away a couple of Kine were eating hot dogs, from a barbecue that had been set up in the parking lot, and the scent of cooking meat drifted toward her on the faint breeze. Owing to the slight lack of privacy, and a terribly pale person on a beach was always going to look weird, she allowed her skin a natural blush to bring life to her features.
In her hands, as she sat in comfort on the sand, the Haunt flicked through a book. It was not her usual heavy reading material: Books from the Lancea et Sanctum would never be brought out in public, and medical textbooks did not seem appropriate for an evening of relaxation. Instead Josephine had selected a lighter bit of reading material in the form of a lightweight mystery novel. As a nod to looking like a normal beach-goer, a pair of sandals sat in the sand next to her and a small towel hung half out of a cream canvas bag next to that. The Haunt certainly looked the part of the relaxed visitor to the beach, in a pair of denim cut-offs and pale blue lace camisole.
She did not tend to dress so casually very often, but going to the beach in anything particularly fancy struck her as slightly odd.
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