Oh, Give Me A Break [Private, Phantasia, Snopy]

"Hold on, let me go turn on the stereo!"

Suddenly the field was filled with a very recognizable guitar riff, that immediately rang bells within Fantasia's mind, and to confirm her prediction, the drums rolled in with a thrumming beat that got adrenaline rushing through her body. Finally, it was time for a break from all the training and fighting and hardship that she has had to endure up to this point. A park-wide event was in session, all were invited, and all across the lake-side beach were dozens of volleyball fields set up—nets and all. Crowds gathered around these games, hollering and cheering as audiences often do, while various volunteers would taking up positions on either of the net, participating in the volley games just beginning to start. Fantasia, strangely enough, was one such participant, standing in the forecenter position of one game. Whereas usually she was secluded and away from the community, there was something inside her that snapped under wear and just wanted to live out a little fun. And she would have it.

Very contrasting to her usual cloak and suit combination, Fantasia stood out in the open with her inky black, two-piece bathing suit; modest of course. She listened as the event manager listed the rules of conduct for the game, and was waiting with anticipation for the countdown to start. Despite the noon-time sun beating down on the sandy lakeshore, a shiver would run through her body from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Her toes would curl up into the sand, feeling the grainy texture of the field. The wind was light, seen by the light waves of the lake water not too far down the beach. It blew at Fantasia's short blonde hair, recently cut to the middle of her neck, up to just below her ears. Her gray eyes focused on the ball held by the server of the other team, while her ears were perked for the signal to start. It would finally come, as the megaphone-intensified voice began from five and counted down to zero just barely above all the excited cheers.

And the ball was in flight! Served far across the net all the way to the other server. He was able to bump it back in one go, so Fantasia didn't get any initial glory. But as the other team bump and set it back, it would be the frontlines to react to the ball, Fantasia taking the initiative to move under the ball the bump it back. The problem was that the bump had made it too easy for the other team to set it up in the air, incredibly high. The crowds voices built into a 'Ahh' as one prepared to jump up for a spike, and then bam! The ball flew down past Fantasia's face. For a moment she thought that it was over, until she heard the smack of a hand against the volleyball, as someone in the back had dived for it. The crowds erupted in a frenzy as her team then followed up with a set, and it came to the reason Fantasia had chosen this position. She was right in the prime position, to leap, and smash her hand against the side of the ball with all her force. It flew like a blur, smacking into the ground and kicking up sand as it did so. Everyone, including Fantasia's team went into a uproar, and high fives were exchanged between them.

That was the indicator of how the entire game would go, Fantasia's team taking it in an easy stomp down on the opposing group. She was utterly giddy at their first victory, but now the players would be switching around for the next round of games. They simply had to wait for the other games to finish, considering theirs had gone by so fast. The blonde would take this time wander around on the beach, soaking up the golden light of the sun, as her bare feet frolicked in the sand. This was such a nice recess from the usual serious business, and as she had promised to herself, she was enjoying it. Her eyes caught sight of a nearby snack bar, and she would skip over to it to perhaps go buy a little something. She had a small half-purse, half-bag to carry all her belongings with her, including the money that she might use to make the purchases. Just before she would make it to the bar, a pair of girls around her age would intercept her with smiles and exuberant voices, praising her for the awesome game she had. Fantasia would only blush and stutter her thanks, never having had dealt with this kind of thing before.

They ran off afterwards, leaving Fantasia to deal with the light tinge of red in her cheeks and the happiness that came along with it. She fell into like for the snack bar, quiet. This was to be a day to remember. But a call interrupted her thoughts, as the event manager announced that the next round of games would be starting in fifteen minutes.

The sun beating down and the park alive, it was no wonder people from all over were showing up to Fuma park. If there was fun to be had, a certain little Angel Iramasha would be there. Wearing her white two piece bathing suit, the little red head strolled across the sands of the lake. Though strolled wasn't the right word, it was more of a skip. The perky Iramasha had not been paying much attention to the volleyball games. No, she enjoyed herself mostly by running and skipping around like a maniac. It was a little odd, seeing a girl who looked to be 17 skipping like that. It was even more odd if you knew she was really 100 years old. This girl held both Maturity, and childish innocence in one small package. She could kill, she could run around and play as if she was 5. She understood mature subjects, she acts innocent when they are brought up.

After all her frolicking through the sand and dodging random guy's who would wolf whistle at her bathing suit, she began to notice a hunger kicking in. After glancing over a bit, she noticed a nearby snack bar, and skipped over to it. Pulling a little money out of her top, as she had no where else to put it, she bought a little something to nibble on. At least it was meant to be nibbled on, but she gobbled it down like a monster. Finishing up, she looked around. She wanted to talk to someone. Randomly picking out a person, a blonde, from the crowd she made her way over. HIII there. This place is fun isn't it? I love coming to the park.

"That'll be one hundred yen, ma'am," came the masculine voice of the stumpy moustached server, in his ridiculous red and yellow striped outfit; it was obviously mandatory to wear when working his shift at this snack stand. Fantasia would reach into her purse and shuffle through all of the contents until she grasped a coin purse and pulled it out. A silver coin denominated by the 100 across the reverse face. She slid it across the counter, and the man would deftly place it inside his register, showing that he was well-practiced at this very simple task. "Thanks, your hot dog will be prepared in just a minute. Your number will be fifty three. Next in line please!" Fantasia would smile and depart the line, finding a bench nearby to sit while she awaited her food. It did not take long, thankfully, and her order was called out to pick up. She was generous with the condiments, and found several napkins to take with her back toward the dense crowds around the volleyball nets. Finding a spot around the outside ring that was safe from being trampled, she planted her butt down in the warm sand of the beach. She held her hot dog up to her mouth, and took her first bite.

"Mmmm... delicious," the blonde muttered, as she chewed the food thoroughly and relished in the rich taste. It did not take long at all for her to polish it down, sucking any mess off of her fingers when the meal was all gone. She would wipe her hands down with the napkins she snatched, as well as her lips. She stood, stretching her body out and mentally preparing herself for the game to come. Hums vibrated in her throat, displaying her contentedness with the meal and her overall happiness with how this day was playing out. It was just about when she was going to push back into the crowd to get to her next game that she was interrupted by a sprightly voice—a girl jumped in front of her quite animatedly. Fantasia almost jumped she was so surprised by the lively spirit before her. She greeted her, quickly transitioned into a question that she answered herself, all before Fantasia could muster up a response. Rather, the blonde would scan over the other female, absorbing the various features she had: Around the same age as Fantasia, sporting a average frame and stature. She had a head of vivid scarlet hair, that was tied up by a massive, and by massive she meant colossal, yellow bandeau. Her eyes shared the shade of red that her hair did, soft on an already gentle face. Like Fantasia herself, this girl was dressed in a bikini, just of snow white instead of an inky black. If Fantasia had to have an opinion, she would say she was quite pretty.

"Oh uh, hello! Yeah, it's a really nice day, especially this day with the volleyball event. Say, you wouldn't happen to be in the event too, would you? That's what we're doing." The blondie would try for an amiable attitude, seeing as her joy was simply overflowing at the time being. Any other instance, and Fantasia would be a little more reserved. The atmosphere was electric, and it had infected Fantasia with a good mood. She would smile a toothy grin and hug her body with her arms, not complaining with the opportunity to commune with others; it was such a rarity for the oft-isolated teen. "By the way, our name is Fantasia Nevermore. What's yours?"

[~On hold I suppose~]