Wave Rider

[Max452]

Jason rode the wave with ease as he sliced his board through the water. The thrill of surfing filled him as he did what he loved. The spray of water on his body felt natural to him; he was in his element.

He had come to Florida for a surfing competition and was pleased that he had ranked high in the pervious heats. This was his final heat for the week before the main competition, and if Jason didn't blow it, he would be placed 2nd. That meant he would get first choice for the waves next week. He was so excited for it. That meant more sponsors and more awareness for the charity he was involved with.

Jason angled his body against an incoming wave, allowing him to slice through it and enter into a barrel. His fingers traced the wall of water. The perfect wave. He couldn't help smiling. The crowd was shouting with excitement and he could barely hear the commentator on the PA.

Jason escaped the beautiful barrel and rode to shore, arms held high with accomplishment. "YEAH!" He shouted as he hit sand. Grabbing his board, he was greeted by fans and his associates.
"Awesome, Jason!"
"You're gonna win it, man!"
"That was amazing, dude!"
Jason laughed as he walked back to the surfer's tent. He gazed at the audience on the beach, a grin on his face. He had no idea though, that within the crowd, someone else wanted him for his other gifted talents...

[Firestar]

OOC: Hmm...it's sad that no one's picked up this thread.

Mercy sat on the beach under the shade of an umbrella. It was freaking hot here. It got pretty darn hot in Texas, too, but here it was humid. She thought she could literally feel the water weight melting off her body as she sweated and wished she could go out into the water. However, it was currently taken up by surfers, so there was no room out there for her. The surfing competition was the whole reason she was here, anyway. She was taking a journalism class this semester, and the others in her class all voted for a field trip to the beach to interview the surfers competing. Needless to say, Mercy did not handle the flight very well, and now she was expected to go up to total strangers and ask them about a sport that she knew nothing about.
"Like, oh my gosh, Mercy! You should totally interview that Jason dude!" her friend Anna said, pushing her towards the tent where said surfer was walking. Mercy's eyes widened at the suggestion and she tried to dig her feet in, which didn't work too well in the sand.
"I...I can't!" she said, her face growing red--and not from sunburn.
"Sure you can! Just remember the questionaire we wrote, and write down his responses. Later you can make an article out of it. Besides, he's hot!" Anna gave Mercy another little shove, then trotted off to a different surfer, leaving Mercy making her way through the sand, nervously biting her pen as she went. Before she knew it, she was up close with Jason.
"Uh...Hi..." she said, feeling nervous and stupid at the same time.

[Max452]

Jason had reached his canopy when a girl appeared. He was a bit amused at her nervousness. "Aloha." Jason smiled, trying to put her at ease. He noted the pen and paper she had. A reporter. This was probably her first assignment. Jason, used to the reporters, didn't feel annoyed at the girl. "How can I help you?" He asked her as he placed his board down and grabbed a towel to dry his hair and upper torso.

***
Trying to be inconspicious, a group of agents in sport jackets and khakis hung at the back of the beach, trying to find their target. "Where'd he go?" The CO asked.
"In his tent. You want to move now?"
"Are you stupid? Look around. There are thousands of people here. No, we'll just watch him and make our move when it's night. When he's most likely to be alone. Make sure we have some agents at his hotel."
"Yes, sir." The agent replied and went off to complete his orders.

[Firestar]

Mercy relaxed a little when Jason smiled at her, feeling just a little bit more comfortable. Just a little.
"Hi, Jason Larson? I'm Mercy Swain with the, ah..." Dangit! Why can't I suddenly think of the paper's name? she asked herself, feeling like she needed a good smack in the head. She sighed to herself and tried again. "I'm a student journalist and I've been assigned to interview you and write an article." She felt better just saying the blunt truth of the matter. She glanced around at the people all milling around them and couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the thought of asking all these questions where people could here. Still, it wasn't exactly like there was anywhere else they could go.