The...Beach? (Open)

[Ayal Nissim]

OOC: And, after a long hiatus, Ayal Nissim is back at Paragon baby!

Americans think this is fun?

Ayal shrugged his shoulders, his towel slung under his arm, a quizzical expression on his face. Through his tactical sunglasses, Ayal saw a few things that did not add up to him; a couple kissing, a group of guys, bare chests covered with sweat, playing volleyball (obviously to impress a group of well-endowed girls in tight bikinis who giggled at every movement), a snack bar full of fattening, deep-fried foods...
Right...Fun.
Of course, to everyone else, Ayal must have looked incredibly strange. He was standing on the beach in his typical military surplus pants and black combat boots, complete with his old Krav counter-terror shirt. It wasn't that Ayal enjoyed looking different; it was merely that he had never needed a swimsuit in Israel and he did not see the purpose in buying one now when his pants dried so well in the sun.
With that quick burst of skepticism, Ayal threw out his towel onto the warm sand and sat down, stretching out his arms a little as he peeled his shirt off, revealing his two scars on his right arm and the wicked slash running across his right pectorial. He laid back on his towel, looked up at the sun through his sunglasses, and sighed.

I hope I figure out why this is so interesting real soon; being an American is tougher than I thought...

[Vyse]

CUT!! Vyse what the hell was that!? me playing the part you wanted to sir. Vyse and the camara crew were out on a luxiry cruse boat shooting for the newist box office hit Blue Lagoon. I'm sorry I yelled Vyse I'm just under a lot of stress. don't worry about it anyways I'm takeing one of the boats partway out I'll swim the rest.

Once Vyse got to shore he walked towards a guy with some scars "Funny I know everyone who comes to the beach everyday are you new here? Vyse asked smileing a friendly smile.

[Ayal Nissim]

The minute an irate decible of sound came towrds Ayal, he looked up, quickly blinking out of his half-trance and reaching his right arm down his leg, looking for a gun that did not exist in America. Ayal's eyes darted quickly toward the sound of a voice apparently aimed at him through his tactical sunglasses.

However, once he saw that face, the face of a boy about his own size, Ayal relaxed a little, playing his reaching down to his leg off as planting his right hand on the towel.

If this guy's trying to get the drop on me, he wouldn't be so forward about his presence... Ayal thought as he looked up. And he'd probably have a weapon drawn already.

Slowly, Ayal lifted his head up and glanced at the boy, slowly trying to remember what he had just said...

"Funny, I know everyone who comes to the beach everyday; are you new here?"

Interestingly informal; this guy must be a resident of this area... With that, Ayal rolled his leg up, pushed himself into a sitting position, and began to talk.

"I do not come here often; I am merely here today because I have some free time and I need to examine what Americans consider 'fun' so that I may be better able to blend in as one." With that, Ayal shrugged his shoulders, "Oddly enough, it does not make any sense to me at all."

Ayal outstretched his hand, looking his new acquaintance squarely in the eye.

"Ayal Nissim. And you are...?"

[Vyse]

"Oh I guess you haven't been to the movies recently I'm Vyse I play Eliolt in Blue Lagoon it's been at the top of the box office for quite some time." Crap I just started braging "Sorry I didden't mean to brag I just got away from all the damn camras. I never seem to get away from them.your doing it again Vyse

Ah dammit braging again I'm sorry it's not like I enjoy braging but I'v never really lived a normal life,it's all lights camras they try to get you and spred rumors and ya can't do a damn thing about it.

[Ayal Nissim]

This one seems affluent, Ayal thought as he put his hand back down, looking out at the ocean, paying special attention in his peripherals to the movements of Vyse's hands; his story seemed uncommon and highly suspect, and it was never in Ayal's nature to stay off his guard.

"I have not actually had much time to watch movies since I got here; I've been too busy scanning out my surroundings and observing the local customs here."

Ayal shifted his weight back to his hands, his eyes now completely focused on Vyse's hands, now a sudden inquisitive look on his face.

"For being such an important movie star, Mr. Vyse, you seem terribly unarmed and unguarded.." Ayal noted, looking around for suspicious people moving in, "Unless you are concealing a micro UZI or a survival knife in you swimsuit, I am less inclined to believe such a famous person would be so unprotected."

Of course, to Ayal, seeing any famous person without a bodyguard, a ballistics vest, or a sub-machine gun was completely foreign; in the volatile region of Israel, it was unheard of.

"Either you are lying, or the American security forces are absolutely pathetic."

[Vyse]

"No I'm not lying I can take care of myself I'm already being watched Behind me is most likely a guard. Then that guy serveing the hot dogs has a uzi The nacho server had a pistol and there's at least twenty more on that boat."

Vyse sighed we're going to have to use that by the way your most likely in the girls sights she's been eyeing ya for around uh most likely sience you got here.

[Ayal Nissim]

Ayal quickly darted his head around Vyse's shoulder, looking for the bodyguard. Seeing nothing, Ayal remarked toward Vyse, "It seems he is not very disciplined; he seems to have left."

Obviously, the sarcasm flew right over Ayal's head.

With that, Ayal layed back down on the towel and glanced his eyes over toward the girl; It was pretty obvious to anybody and everybody watching that she was paying special attention to Ayal. It was obvious to everyone who missed that first glance that she was interested when she looked over at her friends, giggled, and looked back at him. To most people, this would seem like a golden invitation.

However, Ayal was not really at all like most people.

"I am aware of the girl looking at me, and frankly it's making me nervous; I can't hear what she's saying. If she's communicating about my position to support troops, my safety is highly compromised."

With that, Ayal stood up, "It may be possible that I am still inconspicuous, but I am not entirely sure..." Suddenly, an idea sprung up in Ayal's head. "Mr Vyse, please answer one question for me; how is this "Beach" supposed to be fun for Americans?"

[Vyse]

"Well some Americans come here just to get a tan some come here to swim some of them get snacks here some of them well I dunno I'm really not a fan of the beach myself." I said to awanser his question. I guess everybody has there own reasons Oh but a lot of the time Guys come here to hit on the girls and the girls come here to suduce the guys." Vyse pointed to an example around twenty feet away. "Ya see they're uh..... well you get the idea" God do they need to do that here "GET A ROOM!" Vyse yelled to them.

[Ayal Nissim]

Get a room must be a form of congratulations on a relationship here. Ayal thought as he sat back up, paying attention to Vyse. I'd better use it more often.

Ayal stood up, stretching his legs while looking around for any sign of the gunmen he believed were there. Finding none, he turned back around and looked at the beach. It was pretty obvious to Ayal that he needed to start fitting in here, so a couple of ideas began to register.

"Mr. Blue Lagoon, stay here; I need to figure out something about this 'snack bar' thing..."

Five minutes later, Ayal was back, a large tray of nachos and a Red Bull in hand, still the same quizzical expression on his face. He sat down quickly, careful not to knock the Red Bull or the nachos down, and stared Vyse squarely in the face.

"I must be making an error in your way of speaking, Mr. Vyse; I just complimented that couple over by the snack bar on their relationship, and I got an odd gesture given to me..."

Of course, Ayal's idea of a "relationship compliment" involved him looking the couple squarely in the face and stating, quite politely, "Get a room, both of you." The odd hand gesture was the guy's hand coming up and extending his middle finger.

"I hope you're right about this food, Mr. Vyse; it was terribly expensive for a snack, and I kept getting odd looks from the vendor."

[Christophe LaChandos]

“Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like; why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?”

Christophe wasn't at all shy about sharing his singing voice with those on the beach, accompanied by his guitar. After all, the man whose song Christophe was emulating had done much the same so far as he knew. Besides, nobody had started throwing stuff at him yet or anything, so he presumed that he wasn't bothering anyone overmuch.

As a matter of fact, it was somebody else who wound up distracting him rather than the other way around. Christophe had noted a couple kissing enthusiastically nearby with something approaching amusement. If they weren't embarrassed about it, then why was everybody else so disapproving? They were having a good time in their own way, and it wasn't like they were being exactly indecent... all power to them. However, it wasn't the couple, but a comment addressed to them which gave Christophe pause in his playing.

The voice, yelling 'Get a room!' in rather irritating fashion, as it happened, was familiar. Where had Christophe heard those tones before? Stopping singing for a moment, and grinning when he heard a few disappointed sighs, Christophe shaded his eyes with one arm to look down the beach. ... Oh, it was him, the film star. He'd landed Christophe some good numbers to play in that other film, it was true, but Christophe couldn't help but regard Vyse as somebody who thought himself above everybody else. Why wouldn't he? The man was a film star at such a young age!

Christophe half-waved, suppressing his annoyance at the rude comment, then continued playing. He was just coming to end of his next song when he saw a slightly oddly-clothed fellow moving towards the same couple that Vyse had rudely addressed. He was clearly foreign, something that was only confirmed when he walked to the pair and more-or-less repeated Vyse's comment, in a rather polite way. Christophe couldn't help but smirk – it was a statement clearly coming from somebody without a particularly firm grasp on the language.

Finishing off the song, Christophe got to his feet and was delighted to hear a small smattering of applause. Somebody had at least appreciated the performance. Cradling his guitar carefully, Christophe followed along after the foreign kid, who was returning to Vyse with food of some sort.

“Salut Vyse.” Christophe said casually upon his approach, before looking over to the guy with him. Some of those scars looked nasty. “That phrase mon ami... I do not think it means what you think it means,” He didn't want the guy to insult somebody inadvertantly again. Besides... Christophe's curiosity was piqued - just who was this foreigner?

[Ayal Nissim]

Ayal's eyes darted towards the new arrival, obviously a compatriot of Vyse, about his own height, and his weight shifted towards the new arrival, scanning him over, first watching the movements of his eyes. Ayal had figured out that people who were nervous avoided all contact with eyes, typically looked down, and spoke quickly; the new arrival did none of the sort, but Ayal did see him looking at his scars; obviously, he had never seen wounds like that before.

Ayal slowly turned his focus down to the hands of his new arrival, searching for potential threats.The only threat Ayal could preceive was a guitar cradled in the guy's arm, which brought Ayal limited comfort; he had seen the MP5K briefcases in Israel that could be fired via a button on the case as a covert defense weapon. Per his previous experiences, Ayal briefly mulled around with the idea of a similar setup on the guitar with an M16 or AK47 rifle as the payload.

Casually, Ayal stepped out of the way of the bridge of the guitar, the most likely place to put the barrel of a rifle and placed his nachos down, pulling the top off of the Red Bull.

“That phrase mon ami... I do not think it means what you think it means,” The new arrival stated.

"Ah, but none of your American phrases make perfect sense if analyzed; I assumed that it meant something complimentary." Ayal stated, letting some of the old Jewish rhetoric he had learned from Rabbi Costa show through.

With that, Ayal slowly pulled the can up to his lips and took a quick drink, the strange taste entering his mouth and dancing off of his tounge. Ayal's eyes briefly widened; due to the smell, Ayal was expecting a different taste and he was confused. However, once Ayal accepted the taste, it washed down his throat and hit his stomach with a silent splash.

With that, Ayal looked back up at the new arrival and extended his hand.

"Ayal Nissim; and you are...?"

[Vyse]

"Ok um when you tell someone to get a room that means no one wants to see what they're doing in public. it's not excatly an insult but then again it's not a compliment it can usually be taken as an insult and the middle fingure well thats an insult."

"As for you Vyse turned to the new kid Ok that was good when it comes to music and your voice." Vyse nodded. "Ever played for a movie?"

[Christophe LaChandos]

Christophe carefullly rested his guitar on the sand for a moment, still holding it upright. He removed the case from his shoulder and quickly zipped the instrument up inside. If he was going to be talking to somebody, the guitar would get to be a bit of a pain, but nor did he want sand getting into it.

He chuckled at the reply of Ayal, noting that he wasn't at least a mindless thug like so many of the guys their age.

"Hey I'm not going to argue with you. English isn't even my first language," much as he wished it was, but that was besides the point. "But no... it wasn't a compliment. You should probably ask somebody what a phrase means before testing it out yourself. Might get some people a little wound up," Christophe looked Ayal up and down again. "Not that I think you wouldn't be able to handle it of course,"

Once the hand was offered, Christophe took it and shook firmly.

"Christophe LaChandos," he eyed Vyse. "Can't say I've played for a movie before," he felt it tactful to avoid mentioning he had been slated to provide some numbers for a movie before Vyse decided to lay out the director. "Why, you starring again?"

Were you supposed to feel excited if you knew somebody famous? Possibly, but Christophe just didn't get it. If anything, he found Vyse... slightly irritating. The guy had everything, he just goofed around doing what he wanted.

Christophe wished he could get away with half as much as Vyse is. Benefit of being rich and powerful he guessed...

[Vyse]

"Well I don't know we're going to be filming Blue Lagoon here and I thought you were really good." Vyse said honestly because our other gutar player just wasen't up for it reason being he played only those flat tones there's $800,000 half up front half after your done and you my friend," Vyse turned to Ayal "You'd be perfect to play Eillot's partner Dogz a man who knows how to shoot and martal arts he's the guy who always seems to know everything. The money will be the same as Chris here but hey I'm not gonna make you or anything." Vyse said with a smile he liked the two guys he was hanging out with.

[Ayal Nissim]

Ayal's mind clicked for a second. One moment, he had been standing with two strangers and a can of Red Bull, the next moment, he had been offered a job.

And not just a job; a lot of money for a job.

"Excuse me, Mr. Vyse; did you just say $400,000 up front?" Ayal's brain began to wander, awash in the posibilities such money could bring him. He was still adjusting to the reality that the person talking to him was either insane or incredibly wealthy.

"And $400,000 when this movie is done?"

Ayal's mind began to put pieces together, and they refused to make sense.

"You're either screwing with me or you are genuinely insane; I have no acting experience, no portfolio, and no formal training as an actor. Yet, you are prepared to offer me this much money on the spot, no questions asked?"

Ayal reached down for the nachos on the ground, making a small gesture to move the neck of the guitar out of his line of fire, and stood back up, staring Vyse in the face. He did not appear to be a killer or a contract gunman, but Ayal had his suspicions. Suspicions he could trace down to his scars...

Nine Months Earlier
Beer-Sheva; Thirty miles from the Gaza strip border
Beersheva Hospital
4:00 PM


"Excellent, he's awake."
Ayal groaned as he opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV and a life-support monitor. A doctor was looking down on him, a flashlight in hand, pointed into Ayal's eyes.
"It seems he is okay; no brain damage as far as we can tell." The doctor stated, looking over at an orderly, analyzing his charts.
"Correct, vitals are normal, blood pressure stable."
Ayal tried to sit up, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through the entire right side of his body, causing him to grind his teeth in agony.
"No, stay down son." The doctor motioned toward him, slowly pushing Ayal back down gently, "It's a miracle you've still got that arm; let's not push it too hard."
Ayal looked up at the doctor, still groggy from waking up and presumably a small dose of morphine, "What the hell happened to me? Where am I?"
The doctor looked back at Ayal, "Kid, you're at the hospital. That stinging in your arm is two AK-47 rounds that cracked your forearm, riocheted, and ripped out a few nasty scars. Your right pectoral was slashed from end to end, about three centimeters deep, with this." With that, the doctor produced a combat knife in an evidence bag, marked with the seal of the Israeli Police.
"You'd lost a lot of blood, so you were rushed here. I'd say you've been out about a day. However, you recovered remarkably quickly after that..."

The doctor's remark was cut short by a police officer walking into Ayal's room, presumably someone important. The officer looked over at the doctor and then back at Ayal.
"Kid, you're one amazingly lucky son of a bitch." the officer stated, a small grin on his face. "If we hadn't gotten to you when we did, you would probably have been dead."
Ayal slowly began to piece the events of the previous day together; He and his gang had been ambushed by some cell of fanatic gunmen, well armed and well trained shots that seemed intent on killing Jews indiscrimanently. Ayal quickly realized that his gang with their small arms was outclassed, and he quickly ordered a retreat before he was fired on. While his friends left, Ayal ducked for cover in an alley, pulled his Beretta out of his leg holster, and began firing back at the gunmen.

"That guy we had to kill was about to cut you open kid." The officer stated.
"Who was that guy?" Ayal quickly responded. He did not remember the ambush lasting very long, and the police never make it as fast as they did.
"That guy was a powerful liutenant in the terror cell Divine fist, the one organizing the attack. We knew he was coming, so we set up a watch beforehand."
Ayal laid back down, his head still a stew of thoughts.
"I have already talked to your parents, and they seem to agree with me...

You have personally spit in the face of a dangerous cell. They may not be extremely affluent, but they do have the finances to have you killed, or to hire someone to do the job. You have to get out of Israel now, or you will certainly die."

Present day

If this guy's bluffing, he's gonna draw a weapon as soon as I drop my guard. Ayal stared Vyse squarely in the face.

"Put your hands where I can see them, and then we'll talk about this....Job offer."

[Vyse]

Vyse showed his hands nothing in eather one "I'v got nothing in my hands pockets have a pistol filled with blanks for the movie and a two way radio thats waterproof. Oh yeah and my wallet."
Vyse was ready to fight if nesscery. "I asure you the moneys real if you'd let me use my radio I can call for it it'll be in a breafcase comeing right from that cruse boat." Vyse jerked his head in the directions of the boat.

"Here hang on one second, This is Vyse I think I found someone that could take a role I offered him eight hundred thousand dollers half up front and half when he's done I also found a musition sameoffer goes for him bring the money in a breafcase and I know you guys can see me Vyse said into the radio" In around thirty seconds a smaller motor boat pulled up the man had the money. Vyse handed one case to Ayal the other to Chris. "Count it if you'd like" Vyse said with a smile.

[Christophe LaChandos]

$800,000

800,000 freaking dollars.

Somebody was playing silly buggers.

"Baliverne*," Christophe said loudly, cutting the air with an elaborate 'x' using both arms. This guy was just throwing money around like it was nothing. Although Christophe had never exactly lacked funds (he was from a rich family after all), paying somebody you'd just met to star in a film - or provide music for it struck him as ridiculous. Especially when it was almost a million dollars apiece.

What the hell was Vyse playing at anyway? Was that the only way he knew how to express his friendship? Christophe was hardly the greatest guitarist in the world, although he was improving all of the time, and nor was his singing voice anything too spectacular. As for Ayal... the man could barely speak English, let alone act it. Christophe liked Ayal it was true, but there was no point giving credit where it wasn't due. Ayal was no more an actor than Christophe was a rock star.

Something else that grated on him was Vyse's use of the familiar form of his name. Christophe usually didn't mind too much if the name was abbreviated, although he did prefer the full version. However, when the address came from a guy that Christophe didn't even like, it was annoying to say the least. Furthermore, it was presumptuous. He'd introduced himself as 'Christophe' and hadn't indicated that he preferred any other name.

Bloody over-familiar Americans...

Christophe conveniently ignored the fact that he possessed American nationality for the purposes of the internal insult.

Figuring that Vyse probably didn't speak enough French to understand his expletive, Christophe waited to see how he would react to Ayal's cagey response. His incredulity rose yet further when one of Vyse's associates brought along two cases of money from a motor boat.

Christophe didn't even bother to open the case, just hurled it from himself in disgust. His eyes narrowed and he stood with his arms folded, glaring at Vyse.

"You know what Vyse? Keep your damn money. It's pretty clear that all of this high-living from your movie career has crippled your perception of how to socialise. You want friends, so you try and win people over the only way you know how: by using your money and connections to get them places." Christophe shifted to point at Vyse with one accusing finger. "Thanks, but I think I can make my way in life without having a sycophantic moron trying to give me boosts that I don't need," Christophe picked up his guitar again, making ready to leave, but watching carefully to see how Vyse and Ayal would react.


* Baliverne - Bullshit

[Ayal Nissim]

"You seem to be in order, Mr. Vyse." Ayal nodded as he looked over at him, picking up the briefcase.

It's too light to be an IED, Ayal thought, shaking the case a little, And too solid to be comp-B...

"You'll have to forgive my suspicions." Ayal said, putting the case down in the sand and taking a bite from his nachos.

"You just get your people to make sure that I have a script and a schedule. Other than that..."

Ayal's nerves lit up when he heard the sound of the second briefcase smack against the sand. His eyes quickly darted over to LaChandos, apparently unsatisfied with the offer.

While LaChandos talked, Ayal kept a steady eye on the guitar at his feet, making sure that the neck was not a rifle in disguise trained on his movements. As soon as he picked it up, Ayal noticed a subtle bump the guitar made on the ground. the small wave reverberated up to the strings and made an audible tone.

The guitar must be just a regualr guitar... a regular setup would not have allowed much vibration because of the rifle and supports inside.

With that, Ayal turned back to Vyse and reached his hand out, indicating he desired a handshake to seal the deal

"If you have the job, I'll take it."

Even if I don't entirely trust him as a person yet, Ayal thought, reflecting on LaChandos' speech, I do trust the prospect of a job. Ayal hastily made plans in his head on what to do with it.

"Only condition, I want $200,000 dollars wire-transfered out of the country to a seperate location for safe-keeping. Somehow, I don't think many firms know how to do huge wire transfers in America, and I already have my bank account is in Israel established." Ayal was speaking, of course, about his parents and their house in Beer-Sheba, Israel, but he would not tell Vyse that; even if the man turned out to be a traitor, his family would still net enough money to make it worth his while to escape, in additon to what he had already said.

"If these are acceptable, you have an actor, schutef*."

*Schutef: Business associate, partner.