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[Prince Inigo]

(Apologies for the possible change of style and shortage. Nil muse = bitter old woman that doesn't like to talk.)

Pent-up energy had no location or object to dispel or vent into. Nothing within reach was legal to take a swat at. Coupled with the intense radiance - that the girl was not able to feel - from the sun, from a psychological standpoint, anything could set off a person to get into utter madness. Even the usually-wondrous comfortableness perceived in chatting could blow off a casket. Despite the season being of the coldest, the weather could always affect one's mood and general behavior.

Except for the one from District 7. For she was a girl that was always in her seemingly worst mood no matter the temperature or weather. She never appreciated any company except for her family's; and, even going to the wedding out of family had produced a snarl. Nobody on the cruise was going to produce such bliss until they could get on good terms with her.

Talking back to her was no good part for the blond man. Already slightly annoyed with riding these noisy people, now there was this person to tell her to die. Glares shoot more coldly than ever from the District 7 girl, and her right fist balled up tight. Words slithered out of her mouth, dripping icy cold. "What. The. Fuck?"

She kept the fist right next to her as she continued talking. "I don't give a fuck for who you are, but I said the truth. Fuck off if you don't like being with someone. So how about you shut your fucking mouth and go fuck off in the ocean, bastard. Sharks can go eat your bastardized balls. I don't give a fucking shit. Go. Away. I'm ready to take your prissy ass down." As a good warning, the girl had clenched her right fist until the knuckles cracked. Lips tightened in disgust, and the eyes leered at the blond guy.

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[Jasik]

~ SNIP BYSHO ~

Snip held his breath as yet another larger wave rocked the boat a little bit. In his head, visions of him falling overboard and drowning in the ocean's cruel depths danced about his mind. But he was safe down here in the lounge. He couldn't see the water, so he was safe from it. Right?

That was a foolish line of thought, though. Of course he could still be hurt by the water. If the ship capsized, those open windows would let in enough water to trap them and slowly drown them. Really, no place on a boat was safe.

Snip rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel the traumatic images. "My name's Snip," he said. "I look like this because I'm albino." Snip looked up at Daltonec, his eyes betraying his nervousness about the ship. "And I'm sorry about snapping at you. I'm just a little on edge."

He realized just a moment too late that in admitting his anxiety, another question would be asked: Why? Why would a boy who had been born and raised in District Four be afraid of a boat? Snip sighed. See, this is what happens when you interact with strangers, he scolded himself silently.

[Stare]

Now there's peace in all the land,
And over the deep blue sea.
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As the boat rocks again, I move towards the railing, my hands gripping at the metal. It's odd for me to think that if I didn't do things as simple as holding onto the cold bar, I could fall over, into the violent waves. Well, it's not that likely it would happen. But it's still possible.

A salty mist manages to climb the edge of the boat, making my nose tingle. I reach up, rubbing it with the side of my finger and blinking the sting out of my eyes. My fingers curl around the rail so tightly, my knuckles turn white.

My eyes scan his face, searching for any signs of the fear or slight hope that had been so plain just moment ago. A wrinkle appears between my eyebrows. Finally determining that if he says he's okay, he's okay, I wipe my features clear of doubt or concern, and smile.

"If you're sure," I say, shrugging slightly.

Unsure of how to continue, I lean back slightly, watching the people again. I'm surprised at how fancy some have dressed, and how casual others look. Many of the clothing is light, pastel colors. A lot of white. The whole moving crowd reminds me of a soft, warm tropicle breeze. Very suiting. Very pretty.

Of course, there are the occasional few who stand out. Darker colors. Bored, annoyed, or angry faces. Avoiding people. They look like they want nothing to do with the smiling people who wander around them. I even see some people farther off who look like they're even having a fight. Why would the groom invite people like that? And such a wide variety of people? We're going to be together for a week. Problems are very likely.

But that gives me an idea. I turn back towards the teen, my eyes shining. "I'm looking forward to the trip. The grrom was very kind in inviting me. I was lucky. Lucan used to know my father, but it was a really long time ago, and they barely knew each other. How do you know the lucky couple?"

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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 simply gaze at her, drowning in her endless beauty (what can you say? You were always one of those sappy love story readers, devouring page after page), when you think that you hear her murmur something. Confused, you lean in closer - just slighly closer, mind you. You don't particularly enjoy invading people's personal space; enough males have attempted to do this to you already. However, she just seems so... Fragile and innocent that she's almost like a child. Children need protecting, right? You still don't know where you're going with this tangent but you reason that it probably culminates with you vowing not to make her upset. Or something like that.

But when she screams, it jolts you back to reality. You back up a few steps, shocked that she yelled at you to get out. Or perhaps it's her imagination overworking itself, or something along the sort. You don't really know with this girl. She proceeds to say "friend", which makes your heart falter for a split second. Only friend? Not something more? But your mind quickly gets over it, for you'll be happy just being this girl's protector, although if you can get a kiss here or there you won't be complaining.

Somehow, she gets a hold of herself, and begins speaking to you in "normal tones". She states that she was just a little seasick; a fact you find to be unlikely, but you don't question it. You don't think that Amadi's been on the sea much. After all, wouldn't Lucan have mentioned it in passing to you or something? Whatever. She then asks you what's up, and you find that now you're actually going to be having a conversation with your long-time crush. Lucky you excel in acting then, for your hands are shaking ever so slightly in your pockets (you happen to be fond of dresses with pockets).

"Oh, nothing really. Just enjoying the sea and such. It's rather nice, you know? The smell of salt in the air, and the wind that whips your hair into ridiculous styles.

So, are you excited for your brother's marriage to that..... Girl?"

You say this only because you are actually curious. Amadi lives with Lucan, so what would happen to the girl if he was to kick her out? You would surely let her stay with you, but you doubt that she would accept the offer anyways.

Although the pause on girl was purely unintentional/intentional. Your mind is still having trouble digesting the fact that Lucan likes teenage girls.