[center][h2]Camille Mahroug - The [i]Has Been[/i] Challenge[/h2][/center] 

The race was close and [i]tensions[/i] were high, Camille gave one of those overly competitive, murderous looks at he buddy as she passed the little girl. Though that kind of look on Camille's face would be more silly than intimidating, at least without true killing intent. Well, Ann was inevitably the faster one there with her taller legs and probably better physical shape than Camille's underdeveloped body. This however allowed Camille to progressively slow down as the twist involving the kidnapping of the float was revealed to the duo. While the blonde girl ended with bang (or a big splash in this occasion), Camille's little figure had stopped as her feet were dunked into the salty water. 

She'd snicker at her friend's disarray, noticing a few red marks on her body with that hilarious flop she had made. While Ann recuperated from her agitated performance, Camille checked out her surroundings real quick. A lot of people had started to socialize and were generally happy, even the three stooges who usurped their inflatable were enjoying themselves. Such a positive attitude couldn't possibly make Camille anymore joyful to be alive right now. Except. 

"[b]Well, I guess toi et moi could play some volley and then go swi-[/b]" 

As she was going to finish her answer to Ann's question regarding what they'd do, since the float was far away and all, a wild Kuro appeared and would have liked to battle. The boy had no friendly intentions however and shifted quickly to the status of main antagonist in Camille's little moment; he soaked her with freezing cold water. Because she took a critical hit head on before she could even realize the boy assaulted her, it took her a few seconds to actually react to this. Within that gap, silence, just the sounds of the waves, the gulls crying and Camille's eyes wide open and glued on Ann's face. 

"[b]HEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH![/b]"  

She screeched so that the entire beach could notice her presence. She was frozen in place by the shock but kept the screaming going for a solid ten seconds. The water on her feet felt exceptionally warm at that very moment. Gathering enough will to actually react to her dilemma, she'd cross her arms and hug herself to keep her skin warm. The sensation was awful, not only was she cold as heck but the overwhelming feeling of a dead, has been trend forced into her being made her feel somewhat violated. Her joy vanished completely for a brief moment.  

"[b]... I-I'm gonna k-kill h-h-him Ann! I-I-I mean it-t-t.[/b]" 

Said the shivering Camille as she took a few slow steps backwards so she could fall over on the hot sand. She rolled on it a few good rounds, mummifying herself with sand stuck on her damp swimsuit and skin. 

"[b]Pfffft pfffft! Gaaaahhh sand... Ann...! Saaaaavvvveeee meeeeeee![/b]" 

She cried for help for no reason. In truth, she was too lazy to get up and wanted to make her friend suffer the same sandy fate as her, so they could be the sand-mummy team! Though now that the float was gone, she considered maybe joining that Volley-ball gathering or maybe even checking if some of her other friends were around.