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[Tori]

Davina Hease was a girl easily amused by the simplest of things. And pain was one of them, so long as she knew she was causing it. Trouble was another. She glanced down at the address to the ship's location. She recalled finding it on one of her targets. An invitation to a wedding on a distant island. It sounded like fun, and since she was in town she might as well stop by. Who would really notice that one person didn't show up? Or that another came who wasn't supposed to be there?

She crumpled up the paper and threw it off the ship. Her hands were on the cold railings and she inhaled a deep breath of salty air. The opportunity to visit the ocean never came often to her, so when she had the chance to do so, she did. Her brown hair was blowing freely in the wind and she didn't bother to tie it back. The sun shone down on the ship making her fell glad that she decided to wear short sleeves. Not that it would have made a difference if she wore long, she wouldn't have minded removing it..

If there was one thing Davina didn't like about the idea of boarding the ship, it was the search beforehand. They refused to let her board with anything other than her clothes. That meant she was currently weaponless. It made her feel uneasy. But if she was checked, than so was everyone else. That at least made it a little better.

As she looked around the ship, Davina realised that as crowded as it was, it was as crowded as she expected it to be. Still. Her eyes searched the faces, looking for someone familiar. She wondered who the bride and groom were. Maybe it would be best if she satyed hidden in that case. The brunette turned and hurried quickly around to the other side of the boat where it was less populated. She tripped over something she hadn't been aware of and caught herself. "Shit." Davina turned to see what it was, hoping no one noticed. All she cared about now was getting to the island.

[sbeeg]

Caspian Mathers

Eyes closed, in his world of peace Caspian was interrupted by a voice. It sounded female, and young. Could it be? His eyes snapped open quickly and he turned to where the voice came from. The sun suddenly assaulted him, making his pupils shrink and blurring his vision. The sound apparently came from the girl standing next to him. The sun was shining from behind her and in his current state, Caspian's vision couldn't make out any individual features, just a shorter girl, and light colored hair blowing in the wind.
Oh God, don't do this to me. Don't screw with my mind like this. Caspian couldn't help himself, he reached out, putting a timid hand on the girl's shoulder. Was this real? His eyes were wide but still blinded by the sudden sun. One word occupied his head, and then that word sneaked out of his mouth.
"Windy?" As the name left his lips his eyes shifted in the light and the girl's features became clearer. She was around that age, but her face was different, no clear blue eyes identical to his stared back at him and her hair was silver, not blond. Heartbroken, Caspian snatched his hand back from the stranger.
"I'm sorry," He mumbled, taking a step back. Why was this happening? Why was he letting this happen? She had taken over his mind! It's like she died then came back to haunt her older brother to punish him for all the bad things he had ever done. Now, he had just freaked out some girl he doesn't even know! Caspian took another step back before collapsing against the railing. His breathing was all over the place, and sweat was beading on his forehead even though the air had a bite to it. No he wasn't okay. Far from it.

[Hayley]

~ժɑԵօղҽϲ յօӀӀҽҽղ[/color]

Be more specific? I guess I was pretty vague. But why would he need more? I dont really like to say more than I have to. This kid was really pushing it and he's barely said a few sentences to me.

The boat was still slowly rocking. I'm not sure if we took off already or not because boats always rock a bit. I really hope we don't hit any storms on the way to the island. Those things cause hell for the captain and the passengers alike. The constant swaying, the loud waves beating against the hull. Its never a fun experience.

After a few moments of pondering the chance of storms I remember the boy's question.

"Well how about something simple like your name? Im Datonec." There are a few other chairs and couches in the room. There's one couch right across from the boy, and I decide to go sit there. I put my feet up on the other cushions and look back into the pale boy's fiery red eyes.

"And just for the record, I was really just wondering about your skin and eyes."

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[Stare]

Silver Emmend

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Now there's peace in all the land,
And over the deep blue sea.


As soon as his eyes open, I know something's wrong. The wild way he's staring at me, and before I can try to back away, he's put a hand on my shoulder.

"Windy?"

Immediately, I know who he means. Windy was a tribute in the Hunger Games. She died in the Arena. I shake my head slightly, confusion building up inside me. How could he mistake me for her? We don't look anything alike, except for the fact that we're both girls. "No- I'm not- I mean-"

Before I can try to figure out what to say, he pulls back his hand. The wild look in his eyes momentarily hides behind disappointment. Mumbling something that sounds like an apology, he takes a few steps back, before collapsing on the railing.

My eyes widen, and without even thinking I take a step back. My heart pounds, but it looks like the poor guy needs help. I consider asking a nearby person for help, but change my mind. No need to freak someone out. For all I know, he could just be sea sick.

I take a few steps towards him, looking at his wide eyes and trying to calm my own fear. This isn't the time. With a shaking hand, I reach out, but reconsider and draw it back. "Oh... oh God... what can I do? What's wrong? Do you need a doctor?"

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[Matt]

Amadi Hale

The day I had dreaded for so long had finally arrived. My brother's wedding would be in a few days, and today we were to get on the boat that would take us to the island. Little was known about this mysterious place, other than it was absolutely perfect for the little snob Lucan had proposed to. I know my brother, and I know he'd much rather have a small wedding in a chapel down the street from our house, inviting only myself and his good friend Qilena. Since the day I had met Evelyn, I knew she was no good. When they get married, I'd be kicked out of my house, to make room for the stupid bitch. Pardon my language, but I can't find another word to describe the home wrecker.

I acted like she was my best friend, though, for Luc's sake. He was always so sweet, looking out for me at all times. So what if I was "babied"? I was happy. We were happy. At the wedding, I'll have to find someone I could stay with, preferably a strong man with good fighting skills. Such a person would be able to protect me in case the bad man came, set out to kill the only witness of the murder of my parents.

I picked out a dress; chocolate brown with a golden bow around the waste. I had pulled my hair into a bun, a sloppy one at that, and applied red lipstick and eyeliner. Despite my not wanting to go, I needed to do it for Lucan's sake. Besides, it's not every day I can pretty myself up. My yellow teeth bothered me, so I scrubbed them as hard as possible, placing a large amount of toothpaste on the toothbrush. It had turned out to be a bit whiter, though they still wouldn't be to Evelyn's liking. I took a mental note to conceal my teeth before heading out the door.

Now, I am standing on the Plausible, a glass of wine in my hands. Normally, I'd be with Lucan, but he's greeting others, taking pictures with the tramp. So, here I am, within a crowd of people for protection but not contributing to the conversations. I pay attention to the waves as they splash against the ship's sides, and I swore I heard a scream. And another. Instead of the usual sounds of waves crashing, something too haunting and familiar takes it's place.

"Mom?" I choke out, a lump in my throat. No...this can't be happening! I close my eyes, squeezing them tightly as I try to focus on something else. But the scene continues unfolding in my head, and no matter how hard I try, it won't go away. My hand trembles, and his face; his ugly, burned and scarred face, is everywhere I turn. The bad man is here. I don't remember much about what happened after that. I remember my wine glass shattering, the liquid spilling over my shoes. I remember running as far away as possible until I was completely alone. I didn't care about him getting me now. I only wanted this week to be over.

[sbeeg]

Caspian Mathers

"Oh... oh God... what can I do? What's wrong? Do you need a doctor?" The words were a blur, and Caspian wasn't even sure if he had actually heard them correctly. Leaning against the railing, Caspian buried his face into his hands trying to get a grip. You're making a scene! Just act like a normal teenager for once!
The Mathers boy uncovered his face and sucked in the brisk, salty air. He tried to go back to that peaceful, happy place he was in earlier but was to shaken to return. Gripping the rail behind him with both hands, he stood up straight and tried to clear his face of the wild emotions he had displayed a moment ago.
"I- I'm okay," Caspian managed to get the sentence out, but didn't celebrate. He probably just terrified this girl, and freaked out the other guests. Might as well put "ruined the wedding" on that list to, he's bound to do it somehow. Just can't leave anything unmarred could he? Even without trying he manages to mess things up. Maybe that's why he left and why she's gone. Maybe that's why Caspian was invited. Maybe the bride and groom did not want a perfect wedding. Maybe, just maybe, they wanted it screwed up. That's the only reason Caspian could find for his invitation showing up in the mail.
Deep breath, Drama King
"I'm okay,"

[∂αмєη]

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I've never been one for crowded situations. Sure, I love being social and talking to people and actually using any charm I have as an advantage, but when things start to get stuffy, I prefer to leave. Once when I was young, just a bit after my accident, I was stuck in a room that was filled with large fishermen that were all a little tipsy that night. It soon got hot and too much for me to handle, breaking apart my sanity that I was attempting to hang onto. Okay, maybe that was exaggerated. I wasn't going insane, but I could feel the darkness of unconsciousness climbing to my mind, attempting to force me to pass out. Luckily a door was opened, allowing a breeze to practically swim through the room to my throat. Still, it left a lasting impression.

We are on a boat though. Maybe things might be better. Maybe the crowd that was gathering around Lucan might not cause as much of an effect on me. But I was Mayson Slade. Never one to take a lot of chances, especially because of my history with improvising as I went. It cost me a hand and a few years of being afraid of boats. "I'll find you later Luc." I shout out and quickly make my way down the few steps I climbed. It feels better to be among empty air again. I look ahead, examining the rest of this level of the boat, searching for those I might know. However, nobody stands out much. Guess I'll be meeting a lot of people. I think to myself, deciding to find a bar instead.

The smell of alcohol drags me over to the small room. A man stands inside, bottles lining the walls behind him. He looks up with a grin, stammering out a quick 'do you want anything'. "Hey man. Yeah, one. Surprise me." I say with a smile on my face. The drink is suddenly placed on the counter as if it was already prepared. I give him enough money, grabbing hold of the glass. Pressing it to my lips, the liquid drips down my throat, it's thick warmth seeming to set my inside on fire. It seems to have a taste similar to vodka, something I've only tried once. I quickly walk away before he can question my age. Some places don't like Games eligible kids to drink. They are apparently too young. Hey, if you can send us to go fight in an arena to kill 23 other kids, but you can't give us alcohol, your mind should be fixed.

I continue on through the ship, examining my surroundings constantly. Sandwich shop to the left, a few couches to the right, ship attendant walking by, more guests to the left. Oh, she's attractive. Blonde hair, nice eyes. My eyes continue to scan everywhere until they stop on her. Her. I know her. My mind tries to register her, looking back through my memories of all my years in this life. How do I know her? I feel my foot suddenly move, realizing my mind has decided to bring me there. I force myself up the stairs a bit, hoping to get as much of a view of her as possible. You never know, I could not recognize her in the front, but maybe in the back...

Yup. I'll do it. I make my way down the stairs again, heading towards her. "We've met right?" I ask, loud enough for her to probably hear. Suddenly the memories flood back. The bar, the fight, the girl, the bite. The bite. My hand reaches up to my neck, feeling the inflamed marks. "And you did this. Right? What happened?" I take a step closer, finally at a regular distance that people talk at. "What did you do to me?"

[sadniss everdeen]

Gabrielle Bellamonte

Normal - A0CFEC -------- Speaking - 737CA1
Paranoia - 4E9258 ------- Vampiric - E55B3C

~ And kill me faster with strawberry gashes all over. ~

You flinch visibly as he calls out to you, muttering faint profanity under your breath like a mumbled prayer. It's times like these where you just wish you were normal, because it will soon become blatantly obvious that you have no clue what he's talking about, and yet another person will deem you insane. Things twist inside your stomach at the thought of facing another person, another lost memory, and you unconsciously quicken your steps from the general direction of the voice. Your legs are short but your resolve strong, and you make great loping paces with firm determination. Still his voice grows, until it would be impossible to conveniently not hear him. Eventually you reach a dead end; the boat only goes on for so long, just like your patience with yourself. Steeling whatever frayed courage you have, you spin smartly to turn and meet Animal Boy.

Up close he's even more than what you originally thought, with a feral gaze and sun-kissed flesh. As you roam his features in mild irritation, a jolt of phantom taction grazes your skin in the most crude fashions, and you suddenly feel his body under your agile fingertips. You remember the tang of salty-sweet flesh and saliva that tastes of diluted fire, before pressure overwhelms your mouth and liquid heaven rushes over you in waves. You blink hard and rub sub-consciously at your cheeks that begin to redden from their usual porcelain complexion, and instead plaster a sheepish smile. "We... might have met. I don't know. But I wouldn't do.." Unbidden you eye the angry mark, and pointedly ignore the secret little shiver that creeps up your spine. How could anybody do that to another human being? "that."

The lighting is low and the wash of the sea seems far away, deep in the hull where you've managed to stalk and get lost. His frame seems so imposing in this dim lighting, accenting his brightbright eyes that watch you like an animal. You swallow and take a small step backwards, before hesitating and refusing to move. It's unknown what you have and haven't done, but you won't be intimidated by vague memories and even more hazy feelings (but a part of you screams deep that those touches left a trail of flames). Instead you touch the glossy boards behind you, taking comfort in their cool reassurance and anchor to this rapidly spinning world. "You've got the wrong person. I didn't do anything to you." But I'd like to. You grimace to yourself and shake your head, battling with conflicting thoughts that threaten to sweep you away into a tide of confusion. His scent invades your nose and sets something off from the inside, like an imploding bomb deep withing your core. He suddenly stands in a more appetizing light, with a firm jaw and shiny skin with just the hints of liquor fever.

A bump upstairs brings you out of this trance, and you frown slightly. This isn't right, he isn't right. It doesn't feel right. You need to get out, back into the stickyhot sun and the wind that touches your face and soothes your worries. It's abandoned here except for you, and the hallway light seems ever distant.

Your move, sweetheart.

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[Stare]

Silver Emmend

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Now there's peace in all the land,
And over the deep blue sea.


Memories hurt. I'm not going to try and avoid that fact, because they do. Even good memories make a tiny ache inside of you, as you realize that they can never repeat themselves. That time is lost forever. Fading memories leave and odd kind of hurt, like laying in this wonderful sunshine only to have it fade away as you realize you've been burnt. Painful memories bring back terror and anxiety. The strong emotions can affect you even in present time. All together, you have a jumbled mess of pain and confusion and loss. Memories are worthless things that only cause pain.

This person obviously knew Windy in some way. I frown, concentrating on the shape of his face, and those eyes... it's very possible they were related somehow. And then Windy went into the Games. And now, memories hurt him, just like they hurt me. No, they do more than hurt. They haunt.

I sigh, closing my eyes briefly as my own thoughts wash over me. Laughter that I can't quite hear teases my ears, and a shadow of something once known as love passes over me. Maybe I'll feel it again someday. No matter what, though, the sense of loss will always be there. Some memories can be lost. Not these memories, though. Your mind never forgets the ones that cause the most pain.

My parents were very kind people, as was my grandmother. They never failed to tell me how much they loved me. I remember my grandmother a bit more than my parents. I remember how she always took me to swim. I was the little fish. Able to dart through the water faster than any of my friends. I didn't know what was happening to me, and neither did she. The people of District Four are born with the love of water. But it was more than that for me. And it just kept growing and growing and growing.

After my grandmother died, everything seemed to shatter. Everyone I loved kept leaving me. And there I was, alone again. No more family left. But there was one thing that hadn't left me. It would never leave me, no matter what I do. It can erase all of my painful emotions in an instant.

The water.

I return to reality, and watch his recovery closely. My eyebrows raise slightly when he says he's okay. I try to mask my doubt with a relieved smile. Sure, I got scared, but my goal is still the same. Be a little social. Try to make friends. I inwardly wince, realizing that I sound like a five year old.

Gray eyes still slightly concerned, a gaze up at him. "Are you sure?"
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[shrimp]

Q I L E N A - E M I L I A N A - Z W A R C K

THINKING/LIVING - aa5544 / SPEAKING - ddbb99
FLASHBACK - 778855 / LYRICS - cc9966
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You stand there for a while, letting the cool sea breeze blow in your hair. Secretly, you also took a shower before greeting Lucan, so the hair doesn't look greasy, and there are no vomit chunks in it (thank goodness, that's just not tasteful to do at a wedding). You're actually starting to enjoy the sea breeze, which reminds you why you've always loved fishing in the first place. The sea calms you, helps you regain a hold of your senses. You're beginning to actually feel a bit better. Your head has stopped throbbing, and you can breathe without feeling a wave of nausea hit you.

Happiness. You haven't felt happy in ages, not since those drug dealers were after you with their shotguns and whatnot. Every night, you've lived in fear, locking your windows and doors, sleeping with a knife beneath your pillow, in case they barged into your house. But it wouldn't be for self-defense. You'd rather die before being forced into endless torture, with a shot to the head as a birthday present.

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BOOM

What was that? Your head whips around. Have the drug dealers boarded the ship with their guns loaded, aiming at your head? Are they hidden from your view? Paranoia sets in, and you begin to slowly make your way away from the sound when you realize that gunshots don't sound like glass shattering. So what was that? Your eyes search the crowd, looking for the source of the sound, and then you find it.

Amadi Hale, Lucan's sister, and the off and on object of your dreams for ages. You don't know why, but she just seems so... Pretty and innocent that you just feel like you should attempt to have a relationship with her. But she's attached to her brother in such an unhealthy way that you've never had the chance to really talk to her. Sure, you've exchanged small talk with her, but never really got to show your true self to the female. Granted, it might drive her away even further - you tend to be rather drunk and or high when you're not visiting the Hales, not to mention depressed, but some part of you hopes that she wouldn't think of that as a bad thing.

Then again, this is the girl who screams at almost anything that moves, so you figure you don't have a chance with her. Still, you find yourself moving towards her, a worried look on her face. What happened? Is she alright? Did someone scare her again? You're going to punch the person who did, if that's the case; she's the groom's sister for Pete's sake. Don't be mean to her!

"Amadi? Are... Are you okay?"

You peer into her eyes, worried for her sanity (well, you are; no use in hiding the truth), your bright green eyes stare into her darker ones, and you wonder what the hell makes this girl tick.

Well, also you're wondering why she dropped the glass, but the previous statement sounds more romantic.
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[Prince Inigo]

On the Plausible, the winds were enough to bounce the cruise a little, increasing the dark-skinned girl's slight discomfort for being out at sea. She showed nothing to the boy wanting to talk to her, just raising a brow and rolling eyes. Temporary silence came between the two. Folding arms and flicking eyebrows, the District 7 girl impatiently waited for anything to come out from the guy. Perhaps only two seconds or four had passed, but the fact did not stop the young woman to start tapping the soles of her best shoes (cleaner flat shoes given from Ma) against the walls. Gulls crying deepened the suspense and integrity of the miniscule silence of human socializing. Fingers began to tap on the arm.

Forever - in her mind - took its time to be over, and the result brought a deep frown on the girl. Muttered from the boy was a curse word, directed just for her. Glares shot from her blue, cold eyes. "Yea? Then fuck off. You didn't need to talk to me, and you don't now. Piss off." She continued to leer at the blond boy, tightening her body by folding the arms deeper in, right below the chest. Great. I'm going to be surrounded by people like him. Great.

[Matt]

Amadi Sahara Hale

The images, the screams, everything was too much. It just needed to stop. I closed my eyes and clutched my forehead, tightening my grip hard, trying to focus on the pain instead of the painful memories that pulsed through my mind.

"Get.....OUT!" I shrieked. But it just became more vivid. I could see my parents tied up from my hiding place under my bed. I could see him stab them, their blood splattering across the white walls. And then he saw me. His scarred face looked at me for a while, and he grinned. He grinned, a big toothy grin before leaving the house.

When I opened my eyes, the memory came to a halt. Standing there, looming over me was Qilena Zwarck, Lucan's best friend. "Friend." I muttered as I released a sigh of relief. "I mean, you're Lucan's best friend, right? Qilena? And yes, I'm fine, thank you. I just got a little sea sick, you know?"

I focused on her, and all of her features, knowing I was safe. The bad man couldn't get me when she was here. Her eyes were green, like mine, but lighter. They pulsed with life, letting me know this wasn't just another vision. She was real, and she was right here, and she would protect me. "So...what's up?"

[sbeeg]

Caspian Mathers

Still leaning most of his weight onto the railing of the Plausible, Caspian looked around at the girl. She really didn't look a thing like Windy. Silver. Her hair was silver. Maybe Caspian wasn't the only freak on this voyage. The girl didn't seem to comfortable and was wearing a kind of half smile.
"Are you sure?" She said. No. He was not okay, he was sure about that! However, looking at the expression on the girl's face, Caspian nodded. He didn't want to bother this girl any further. It wasn't her fault that he went all crazy on her, and Caspian didn't want to pin her down. She was young, she should be enjoying the wedding or fawning on the groom.
"I am very sure," Caspian said, hoping he sounded sincere.

[skylarversion2]

His mood was good at first, but now it was ruined. He had went from being so very happy that he'd been invited to somewhere that he'd not think in a million years that he'd get mad. But this dark skinned girl that he'd been so intrigued with at first now made him angrier beyond control. "Fuck off? No. You fuck off. Jump off this ship, get eat by a shark, get stung by a jellyfish, die, I don't give a shit." Both eyes stared directly at the girl, even the lazy one, which had decided to cooperate. His missing teeth gave nothing for his lower lip to be bit by as he clenched his teeth.

[Tori]

Davina Hease
nineteen . single . district 8

Davina grabbed onto the ships railing for support. No one had seen her fall. That was swell. It would have been an embarrassing explanation. She allowed herself to laugh at the thought of an assassin who had killed many a number of people in sneak attacks having to explain how she had managed to trip and fall. Just part of my charm, I guess. She only stayed at the railings moment. Instead, she continued to wander around, taking time to listening to some conversations.

A lot of people seemed to be getting along badly. It made he smile. It made her want to just in and push their buttons a little further. There were some people flirting up a storm, she wouldn't have minded slipping into one of those conversations either. It was always fun to build up awkward tension. Davina found an empty bench on one side of the deck. She took a seat there and relaxed a little. It looked like she would be there until the ship docked.

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