Post by Lemon Lime on Apr 1, 2016 0:28:03 GMT
Today was a Lemon Lime day. No school, no Turf War, no Splatfests. Just a day to sit back and relax.
Which of course meant that the little squid needed an activity that not only had the approximate same energy requirements as sleeping, but also had the thin mirage of productivity coating it so he wouldn't be judged and others would be interested in joining in.
Which of course meant that Lemon Lime was an avid fisherman.
Having openly invited practically everyone he knew, but knowing full well he might be enjoying his day alone, LL had hiked through the city to Bluefin Depot, a backpack and tacklebox filled with the supplies for the day. Thankfully, the dilapidated depot was as abandoned as it's reputation had it out to be, with not a Turf War in sight to bring a chaotic end to Lemon Lime's calm day out.
It was about noon when he had managed to hike to the bridge, lower his gear onto the platform, and then hop off to join it (followed by a few seconds of gathering himself up from a puddle of bright green ink).
Finding a spot that was more than ideal, being by the water, with a wall to lean against, and a nice view of the horizon, Lemon Lime set up his small haven for the day. A few towels and pillows for comfort, backpack open for access to snacks and drinks, and his Inkline-brand tacklebox filled with the supplies he might need.
With a small "Hup" of effort, LL cast his line into the ocean below, the bright red bobber floating on top of the waves. With the main effort expended, the slothful squid sat against a wall with a pillow behind his head and sighed, letting the sounds of waves and seagulls pleasantly fill his ears.
(OOC: Open to 1-4 people or there abouts, feel free to join in!)
Which of course meant that the little squid needed an activity that not only had the approximate same energy requirements as sleeping, but also had the thin mirage of productivity coating it so he wouldn't be judged and others would be interested in joining in.
Which of course meant that Lemon Lime was an avid fisherman.
Having openly invited practically everyone he knew, but knowing full well he might be enjoying his day alone, LL had hiked through the city to Bluefin Depot, a backpack and tacklebox filled with the supplies for the day. Thankfully, the dilapidated depot was as abandoned as it's reputation had it out to be, with not a Turf War in sight to bring a chaotic end to Lemon Lime's calm day out.
It was about noon when he had managed to hike to the bridge, lower his gear onto the platform, and then hop off to join it (followed by a few seconds of gathering himself up from a puddle of bright green ink).
Finding a spot that was more than ideal, being by the water, with a wall to lean against, and a nice view of the horizon, Lemon Lime set up his small haven for the day. A few towels and pillows for comfort, backpack open for access to snacks and drinks, and his Inkline-brand tacklebox filled with the supplies he might need.
With a small "Hup" of effort, LL cast his line into the ocean below, the bright red bobber floating on top of the waves. With the main effort expended, the slothful squid sat against a wall with a pillow behind his head and sighed, letting the sounds of waves and seagulls pleasantly fill his ears.
(OOC: Open to 1-4 people or there abouts, feel free to join in!)
