[center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Natasha Parks[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.imgur.com/4qxFzfz.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Arriving, The Beach
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Wadsworth, people at the beach.
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Natasha was ready for this trip, she had cleared her schedule for this week just for this. For now she stood at the front of the boat, sea breeze blowing through her unbound brown hair and the warm sun kissing her cheeks. As for the boat she was the only passenger, odd, you would think they would want to put the group together, socialize and get to know each other, or linger in awkward silence. Then again, maybe that was the point? Maybe something awaited her, and the others, when they arrived. What comes, comes. Spontaneous fun, that was what she was here for, well one of the reasons at least. Getting her friends off of her back for not trying to find love would be a bonus and if this worked out for her... well that would be great! If not though, well that's what happens, perhaps it would make a good article. Natasha shook her head slightly, easing her wandering mind. The islands was coming into view and the ship continued to press onward. Beautiful blue waters, sandy beaches, warm sun. Nothing like rainy England.

It wasn't long before they reached the island, a small collection of men and woman already clustered on the sand, fronted by another man. Natasha gave a wave, flashing a smile in each person's direction. [color=00aeef]"Hello,"[/color] she greets the group before making a place in front of the dark-haired man [color=00aeef]"And you must be the ringleader of this arrangement,"[/color] she says cheerfully before outstretching a hand and introducing herself. [color=00aeef]"Natasha Parks,"[/color]

Thanking Wadsworth, she took the her key and package before wandering down to the group. [color=00aeef]"Well, hi,"[/color] she greets the group, her obvious rural London accent coating each of her words as she offered them all yet another smile and a wave.

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[center][h1][b][i][color=DarkGoldenRod]Dylan Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkSD8bSYy0RhTJHzHQKlHkeuAUfFMylGrvi471I5_LGv8-ukcm[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Arriving, The Beach
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Wadsworth, people at the beach.
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[color=92278f]"You'll be back before we visit next week, right daddy?"[/color] came the darling voice of Lilly, Dylan's 5 year old daughter, through the bottom of Dylan's smartphone. 
[color=DarkGoldenRod]"Of course I will, princess. I wouldn't miss seeing you or Tommy for the world,"[/color] the Australian says into his phone, not really thinking about how odd the scene of a buff, tattooed man cooing 'princess' into a smartphone probably seemed to passerbys. 

Dylan had only boarded the boat minutes prior and the on-board crew were making quick work of leaving the docks. [color=DarkGoldenRod]"Sorry sweetheart but I have to hang up now. I'll talk to you later, Ok?"[/color] he says into the phone. After swapping their solemn goodbyes Dylan ended the call. It was probably good in its own way. It wouldn't be long before his monster of an ex-wife got on the phone and complained about his latest activity. "The kids need consistency, not another almost-parent in their lives," she'd argue, like every other time she'd gotten in contact with him ever since he mentioned it. It was an act of hypocrisy really, she was engaged with someone else already and bad him move in. She just probably can't handle the thought of their children having another motherly figure. Sometimes Dylan wondered what he saw in that woman in the first place.

The boat glided along water as smoothly as a bird did air. Itvwas as if the sea had calmed itself for this very arrival, then again, perhaps Dylan was just used to more violent waters. He watched as land approached in the distance. He had to admit the island is quite breathtaking, and being an Australian coastal boy he was no stranger to blue waters and sandy beaches. Dylan already had his hand extended by the time he reached Wadsworth and was right on shaking it with an [color=DarkGoldenRod]"'Ello mate,"[/color], sharing small talk with the man as he told Dylan all the information to be known before excusing himself to greet another arrival. Dylan looked over the group [color=DarkGoldenRod]"'ello"[/color] he greeted them.