Whos Up For An Adventure?

Emma hasn't been to Australia since she was born. She missed the great outdoors and beaches. But for a couple days she and her best friend Morgan were flying there to spend some time in the sun. Emma was lucky that Morgan helped her pay or else they would've never come.
Boarding the plane took forever, the flight attendants weren't the least bit helpful. But they luckily made it through the gate and took off with no trouble, but there was screaming baby behind the two (Emma snagged the window seat before Morgan, she could sit next to the old lady who was sleeping).

Its colder in Australia than in America (Emma was getting sick of the heat) so Emma was dressed and packed warm. She was wearing a black tee that had a skull on it, faded out skinny jeans, black jean jacket, white ankle length boots, and a grey beanie that covered her brown locks. Her duffel bag was filled with different clothes and essentials that she needed, including her spray paint.

"Are you ready to visit my hometown?" Emma asked Morgan, turning to face her friend. They should arrive in Sydney in 2 hours (They were on the plane for almost a day, it takes 22 hours to fly there from New York).

"You know my opinion on Australia." Emma groaned at that. Morgan used to (shes not totally sure if the fear's gone) have this fear where all the animals in Australia were going to attack her. Emma used to hear stories of her quest, little crocs were nothing compared to sea monsters she fought.

"Morgan, you ain't still scared that the little animals will get you?" Emma whined, looking at her friend like shes crazy.

"So... Still up for the beach, after the hotel check-in?" Morgan asked, causing Emma to smirk a little, glancing out the window. The clouds look so puffy. When Emma was young, she used to think it would be nice to live on a cloud until her science teacher told her that she'd die as soon as she got up there. Dream crusher.

"I'll swim if its not too cold. You do know that the seasons are switched and its Winter there, right?" If she didn't, Emma was going to laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll go in if you do." Emma told her friend, nudging Morgan back.
The rest of the 2 hours went by fast, Emma spent most the time talking to Morgan about whatever came to their minds (she hasn't told Emma about her crush yet. Shhh!) until she was forced the fasten her seatbelt. As the descended into Sydney, Emma almost screamed, she loved the feeling planes give her when she descends and takes off, her stomach lurching. When they finally landed, Emma could barely get up, she felt like she just rode a roller coaster 6 times in a row after eating.

"My legs are jello." She joked as Morgan popped their locker open. The Australian grabbed her duffel, following Morgan through the airport (isn't she supposed to be the guide?) to pick up the other bag that Morgan brought (Emma rolled her clothes, not folded. Saved room). It was probably lunch here by the time they got in the taxi.

"Till now, I'm not dead," Morgan told Emma with an amused smile. Emma chuckled, nudging Morgan with her elbow.

"Not yet." Emma joked as the taxi started. The city was packed, it took a while before they reached the hotel. Emma paid the taxi driver (Morgan was helping with the hotel) who was very unhappy about no tip.

"You like?" Emma asked Morgan, getting her bag from the trunk.

Okay, Emma didn't even know what the room looked like, the front desk wouldn't allow her. Emma almost thought that it would look terrible but she was wrong. It looked pretty darn good. Flinging her shoes off, she lunged at the bed, landing next to Morgan.

"I'm fine with either one. At least we'll be swimming." Emma answered, swinging her arms up in a yawn. Stupid jet lag.

"What do you wanna do?" She asked.

Swimming it is then. Emma watched as Morgan got up, stripping out of her shirt. Okay, Emma had to admit but she looked pretty darn good. And the bathing suit was really nice, she had to give her that.

"Dayum girl, thats one bathing suit." Emma complemented, getting up from the bed as well. She had bathing suit somewhere in her suitcase, its just all cluttered. After rummaging awhile, with half of her clothes on the floor, she finally found her bathing suit; a blood red bikini.
Tossing her shirt off to the side, Emma managed to slide her bathing suit on. Normally she wasn't big on bikini's but she made an exception for this trip.

"Ready for the pool?" Emma asked when she finally tied her hair into a ponytail.

Emma smiled, slipping on her flip-flops on before following Morgan out the door. She had her towel in a little ball, her dagger Vendetta hidden under, and her water bottle, though that was hard to carry up a couple flights of stairs while trying to beat your best friend but Emma managed. A couple shadow travels made her get there first, waiting at the top for Morgan.

"What took ya so long slowpoke?" The Australian asked playfully, pushing the door to the pool.
Okay, this pool was huge! Pretty much 11 ft deep and surrounded with those pool chairs. There wasn't that many people, some teenage boys roughhousing, a little family with small children, and an elderly couple. Emma just plopped her stuff in a nearby chair, kicking her flip flops off.

A splash of water hit Emma's back as she turned around, seeing that Morgan had already jumped in the pool. Show off.
Emma smirked as Morgan resurfaced, shouting right at Emma. The girl in question smiled, taking a jump-start before jumping off the side, barely missing Morgan's head. The water was nice and refreshing, Emma chose to stay under a little before shooting back up.

"I was waitin' for ya." Emma shouted to Morgan splashing her while noticing one of the boys looking at Morgan. Emma scowled, Ah hell no!

It was splash attack 2k14 between Emma and Morgan, the water going everywhere. It was only until a little later when she realized that Morgan wasn't afloat. It actually kinda scared her a little. Where was she?
Then she was pulled down by a force and she had no idea where it came from. Opening her eyes underwater, she could see the outline if Morgan in front of her and she smirked. Launching back up, I started laughing a little.

"Little cheat." I said.

Emma stuck her tongue out at Morgan, floating next to her. "Just use that strategy at camp for when that stupid war comes up."
Wars, wars, there's always wars. Titan war and now the war against the Roman's. It seemed pointless to Emma. In the end, everyone's gonna kill each other eventually though Emma's gonna make sure that some certain people don't die.

"Hey Emma? Do you know Da Vinci Code?" Morgan had asked out've the blue. Emma stared up at what Morgan was looking at and woah, thats one impressive ceiling. All those lights looked like a starry sky. Wait a second....

"Is he the one who sings "Sky Full of Stars"?"

Woah, Emma was way off. Then again, Emma doesn't pay attention to all the fame at time. Plus, the only movies she watches are the ones that are all gore and horror.

"No, it sounds religious. Isn't it?" Emma wasn't really religious, though the people at her foster home were very religious and it gets annoying at times. She did't really care that Morgan was though, she didn't act like that. Some people at her foster home would always say "FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS!" and that was super annoying.
OOC: oh so short, so sorry