[center][h2]Camille Mahroug - Race to the Croc![/h2][/center]

Ann complied and seemed just as absorbed as Camille in this strange world's premise, almost as if it was the reality they had been living for their entire lives. Camille turned to face the see, hand pressed against her forehead in a marine-like salute so shade her eyes from the merciless sun and glance at the never ending blue before her. At the end of the beach, an crocodile inflatable was casually floating on the shallow end of the sea, sailing calmly with the flow of the waves. Camille pointed at its direction with a child's grin on her face. 

"[b]Heehee, last one there has to sit on the tail![/b]" 

Without even acknowledging her new best friend's consent to the random game, the little frenchie sprinted down the small dunes of burning sand without her flops on. She was barely paying any attention to possible bystanders that her little race could bother during this peaceful day. As she ran she made a few unlucky victims who had the luck of being near her trajectory toward the water. Namely Loki would have a small storm of sand thrown at him from Camille's large and repetitive steps on the thin sand, his ice cream having absolutely no chance of survival from the obviously overpowered sneak attack. Then came Isaac, who was being all grumpy under his parasol. Camille noticed him because of his usual attire which differed a whole lot from the rest of the people around. 

"[b]Iiiiisaaaaaaaaaccccc![/b]" 

She wailed like a war cry as she dashed right pass him, a breeze of wind filled with sand would indiscriminately shower his clothes and parasol while Camille pursued her goal to reach the inflatable croc first. She wanted to win and just rub it in her friend's face before realizing the tail would be much more fun anyway.   

[@Pirouette]
[@Lord Santa]