_{[ It takes Akira a moment to recognize where he's at and what is going on and as a person who is currently bitter at possibly everything and everyone right now, his instant response is to curl his nose in disgust. Gross. Social interaction. ]}

What the fuck? Is this some kind of a shitty joke? Hey! I'm talking to you, idiot!

_{[ That's Akira beckoning a server passing by who seems to completely ignore him. Yeah, nobody wants to deal with this bratty teen who is dressed in this attire with this mask. Though, he catches sight of his reflection in a wall mirror and his shoulders slouch, a low groan bellowing out of him. ]}

A demon mask. How original. So original. Let me guess. It's cause I'm a Devilman.

_{[ .. says Akira no nobody ever. He's just talking to himself. Last time he was at a party, there was orgies, drugs, alcohol, violence, blood... and, well. That's where he met his demon host, so he supposes this isn't so bad.. but he's just going to wallflower over here and idly tug at his mask. ]}

Damn. Why won't this thing come off?

_{[ He's book smart. Not exactly common sense smart. ]}

<sub>[ Unbeknownst to a fellow traveler on the beach, Akira has been stalking these undead things for awhile now. Look, he's not going to outright admit to anyone that he's helping someone else. He just wants to fight. Tear things apart. Definitely not with anyone else's safety in mind.

So when one of these corpses gets a little too close to another traveler that is on the beach, either unaware of these creatures, running away from them or even trying to fight them, another monster appears in the air. Akira swoops down in flight with his feet extended, pouncing on the corpse beneath him. ]</sub>

Take this, bitch!

[ ooc: take a look at his opt out! also prompt 2 will probably contain gore.. for any other plotting, feel free to pm or pp at justaways! ]