The Beach: Saturday Morning

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jaime was frustrated. So far all her attempts to contact OSI, Oscar, Rudy and even (*sigh*) hunky Steve Austin had resulted in calling a Chinese restaurant somewhere in New Jersey.

Obviously she must be under some deep cover to be on this island. She just needed to figure out the reason why and get this case resolved.

But before that could happen she needed to unwind. And the best way to do that was a slow motion run on the beach.

NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH!

Of course this slow motion run was really clocked at 60 mph. It just looked like she was running in slow motion.

[Open though I will only be available for slow play until evening.]

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[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

From the opposite direction, Jason was also running down the beach.

The music swelled in a three-foot radius around him, his pectoral muscles bouncing in near slow motion. The camera panned to give a glimpse of a foot digging into the sand, sending a ripple through the muscles of his leg.

His lips were almost smiling as he gazed longingly at the ocean, searching for anyone in need of rescue. They just had to reach out and he'd be there, tearing through the waves to take hold of their hand and bring them to the safety of dry land.

Spotting Jaime, he took a moment to get a good look at her high-speed run. Hot.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Seeing a civilian, Jaime slowed down to normal running speed. She was still in slow motion and her hair bounced and flipped around like a blonde halo.

She shook her head to add extra flippy effect as she saw the man in front of her.

True... he was no Steve Austin in a track suit but he was a handsome man.

[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

Those were some fine golden locks she had there, it was too bad she wasn't in a bikini. This beach was a little disappointing compared with Baywatch.

Jason lifted his chin at the other slow motion runner, as his feet pounded against the ground, mere inches from the lapping water.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

And she smiled back and gave him a nod as she bounced down the sandy beach. There was something liberating about running in slow motion. It was if you had all the time in the world as you ran at high speed.