Let's Clean the Beach! (open)

Yuri was still coming to terms with what that large gorilla had said, his face visibly angered and annoyed as everyone continued what they were doing, lost in his head in such a way he had no idea if minutes or hours had passed, too upset at the bit he's AUDACITY, having called him up when she'd snuck up behind him. The young looking blonde boy was still fuming, thinking of just what he'd wanted to do. And to make it worse, she had jumped off the cliff when he turned too the stupid gorilla, joining everyone at the beach before he could hit her, hurt her, kill her for what she said! Dammit...She makes me so mad!... The blonde boy was mumbling too himself, getting lost in his own anger and annoyance.

The raging boy was, in fact got so lost in thought he didn't notice that the large girl had left the beach in its entirety, having apparently either having her social fill or simply giving up on the beach as a lost cause, a not unsympathetic thought given how badly the filth had seeped into this beach, the effort and time the do gooder students were putting in being like using a thimble to bail out a sinking ship. But still, the students in the beach continued, and the blonde boy eventually came out of his funk enough to pay attention too everyone again, though he still had a look of annoyance as he observed.

Thankfully at least he wasn't so upset he couldn't still find amusement in their sisyphean task, the dark skinned boy more concerned with public appearance than actual work once again bringing out his phone as Yuri noticed some newer people as well. One was another blonde boy, a wimpy looking kid who seemed to be keeping a distance from people. And the other person who'd joined them looked almost as old as the actual old man, his cropped black hair and aged face making him stand out among the rather young looking faces. But Yuri didn't greet them as he overlooked them, sitting atop his overlook, watching as the gang found a fridge and moved about,and he even saw the old man slink away. Leaving already Jiisan?!~ He yelled out to the old man as he left, having recovered enough that he once again up too teasing, if not taunting the poor students below. In fact, the blonde boy even hopped off the cliff edge, leaving behind the trash bag that had been tossed to him and comepletely ignored. He still had no interest in actually helping, but he was curious about one thing.

He approached the social media darling, the dark skinned boy more interested in looking good than doing good. And without a greeting and certainly without asking, he'd deattach the phone from the stick, looking at it curiously, obviously showing absolutely no concerns with personal space, property, or his extreme rudeness. Yuri had never actually owned a phone, the boy not being the greatest with technology due to his past and not having been raised with it like most people this day and age. Still, he showed genuine interest in the fancy model, holding it outreached so that the farsighted boy could see. What type of phone is this? Do you actually have a lot of followers? Are they watching right now? Is this live or a video? Is this the latest model? He nonchalantly barraged Amare with questions as if he hadn't just all but stolen the boys phone, twisting the phone all about as he studied it.

Desmoshi laughed at the sight before him. Yes, some people were different and weird. But that what made the world such a great place. People being different is what made understanding one another great. However, the riots had proved that not everyone thought the same way. The question remained: Could peace be established between each other? Desmoshi was not sure but he was going to try.

After getting most of the beach clean up, Desmoshi turned to the volunteers. "Thank you all for coming out. Sorry, there was not a lot of people. But even a small group can make a difference. So... thanks." As everyone parted the beach, Desmoshi took a long hard thought. Where was he to go from here? So many things happened in the past few months that question whether a hero society could hold its own in their ideals and beliefs. Were all the heroes doing for the people though? Or were they doing it for their own benefit? Desmoshi wasn't too sure about that either. Only time would tell.

As Desmoshi returned to the dorms, he got a text on his cellphone. It was from his dad. He wanted to let him know how proud he was of him and how well he was doing at UA. Desmoshi smiled. Even if the future was unclear, Desmoshi would do his best to strive forward.