Blue Water Brings Us Together//snare/night/open

[Sher is back :)]

Blue Water Brings Us Together

Alexandria Tanner

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The sun burned my skin, turning it a scolding pink, so I dove back down in the perfect blue waves. The water soothed my searing skin to a magnificent point that I swear I could hear it sizzling! I opened my eyes even though the salt burned them I looked around for old hooks and bait I could use to add to my silvery collection of knick knacks hung on a thin clear fishing line that i hang like wind chimes on the trees around my families small, naked looking house. FU- I stopped myself before i could let the words bubble from my mouth. My finger was red and bleeding but I was happy for what I found. A shiny green fish stood entagled in the turtle grass, a broad silver hook stuck out from its mouth and i could make out a bit of my flesh swaying in the current. It reminded me of my finger and I winced at the searing salty burn encasing my finger, slowly crawling up my hand.

Walking out on the sand holding my finger and my treasure and sat on the heated sand. I layed down the fish on my old, worn green towel and examined my finger. It was deeper than I thought, the cut, blood was drizzling down my finger dying the virgin sand scarlett. I did not have anything to dress it with so i just let it bleed out. I stood back up, the sun making me a bit lightheaded. I brushed the sand off my yellow bikini and trotted back down to the waves and sat down in the shallow ocean water letting the current move my feet in graceful ways. It was late afternoon so orange was starting to engulf the vague blue and white sky, to me it was the most beautiful time of day. It was the time to forget my life and the deep black depressions placed at random on the path of my future and past. the bright sun started to slowly set on the calm navy ocean horizon. I closed my eyes and a sweet curtain of wind take my tangled hair with it. I just wished one thing at the moment, I wish I could have someone to turn to..

My eyes clouded as I thought about my past. My brother died when i was six, he was my only friend. My parents don't care about me really, just put me to work, feed me (sometimes), and lets me do what ever. Oh, and nobody likes me, no girls, no guys, just the fishermen and that is because I untangle their knots. I feel used. I feel like my life is a black hole, I am actually scared to have someone close becasue i don't want them to be sucked in to my deep depressions and never find light. i wiped my salty hair from my fae and dropped down in the sand, letting the searing pain to my head wash away with the water. I looked to the darkening sky. I wonder if my parents even notice me gone?,I thought to myself calmly. Of course not! I laughed to myslef. I don't even know why I asked myself that, becasue it is a fact no one likes me.

[Snareroll]

Thoughts weighed heavily on Ariana's mind as she cast her nets into the sea. Poor fish, about to be caught in a trap that would ensnare their lives. She watched them struggle to escape the net to no avail. Ultimately, this trap would lead to their death when she retrieved her catch. Is it cruel of me to make them go through this, or is it just the circle of life?

The same could be said about her life. She was the fish, swimming into the net of her father. Once she was caught, there was no escape. She could struggle all she wanted, but in the end she'd end up either dead in the games or struggling to survive alone in the district. Why can't I escape?

She grabbed her trident and dived into the sea, hoping to clear her mind. The ocean was her only escape from her problems; it was just so soothing. However, she couldn't think about relaxing right now, she had fish to stab. After all, the only reason she convinced her dad to let her come was to train for the games. She saw a nice green one tangled in the grass, just as she was about to stab it, another girl had picked it up, and seemed to cut her finger doing so. Ariana soon noticed a school of fish swimming by, her perfect chance to catch a few. She caught a few with her trident and unloaded them into a crate. Then she remembered the girl, the one who had cut herself grabbing the fish. She walked out to the shore and sat next to Alexandria, "You okay?"

[{Georgia da dancer}]

At times like this, I thought about my parents the most. I would never be out near the sea if it wasn't a time like this. I would be inside or... somewhere other than here anyway. But I had to to think about the way the loved me. They way the laughed. The way the died... At times like these it all came back to me.

"Mum! Mum!" I had called out. "Lookie what I have found!" I knelt down at the starfish. Its beautiful pink spikes that were easily seen against it's orange body.
"It is beautiful Madi!" Mum had said to me with a smile.
Dad came over then. "Lets head out for a swim!"
"No thanks Dad," I had told him. Now I wish I had said yes. Yes Dad. I would love to come out for a swim too. We could have all died together.
Mum and Dad walked over to the sea and walked in slowly. I watched them swim around and then all of a sudden, it came out of no where.
She screamed. "Madelineeeeee!" Mum shouted at me as she gasped for air. Dad screamed next. "We will miss you Madi! And we love you!"

Then I didn't know what my Dad had meant. Now I do.

I sat down on the sand. Mel and Andy let me come out here around this type of year whenever I wanted. Sometimes they would come. Sometimes they wouldn't. I had asked them not to come today. It had been a rough day at school.

I stared out at the ocean, its beautiful colours mimicking the colour of my eyes. I watched as the waves crashed over each other. And as my imagination went out of control, I watched them die again.

I wouldn't go into the water. I never do. I hate it. I envy it. I'm scared of it too. Although I imagine what it would be like to live with Mum and Dad. Up there, I can't bring myself to break Mel and Andy's heart. They love me like their own daughter. They think I am their own daughter. I have to give them points for that.

There were two people on the beach today. Two girls. They weren't with each other. Probably didn't even know each other...

[themysterybox]

Sand. Everywhere, sand. No matter which way he turned, there was a mountain of it, and it just kept falling. It had already entrapped him, and now it was building around his legs. He struggled, violently, but to no avail. He couldn't move anymore, even though the sand was only to the middle of his calf. So he stopped.

He was going to die. He hated to admit that to himself, it seemed like quitting. Death was so bleak, so final. Think, damn you, think! There has to be a way. There had to be a way. He couldn't die, not like this. The sand was filling rapidly, almost to his shoulders, and he--

Maverick Basking woke up lying on the beach, sputtering. There was something in his mouth, something grainy and disgusting. Spitting it out, he realized that it was just sand, and not any that had fallen from the sky. He had been sleeping on his right side, and it was in his hair and that ear now, too. Sighing, he combed his hair out with his fingers. Now he'd have to go home and wash, and listen to his mother rant about how dangerous it was to stay in the sun too long, and his father complain about how he shouldn't be lying around all day, regardless of the fact that it rarely happened. Besides, he had all his work done. The only thing left was to sit around at home, or stay here on the beach.

He decided the latter would do nicely. It was getting late, almost sunset, so he could stay and watch the day end. Cheesy as it was, he loved watching the sunset, and brought little Alex down to see it often. Alex. Where are you, you little rascal? In fact, he had brought his brother down here today after school for a picnic dinner, because there had been no work for him at the docks, all the boats being full. He glanced around for his sibling, shivering a bit at the breeze. That was odd. Though there was almost always an ocean breeze, his shirts were almost always warm enough to tolerate it. His shirt. Looking down, he realized he wasn't wearing one, and sighed.

Angering, he scowled. If that little dunce had taken his shirt, there would be hell to pay for it later. Looking about, he saw that Alex had, in fact, taken his shirt, unless the wind had. That seemed unlikely, though, as there were no towels, no picnic basket, and a large, very windblown picture of a face with its tongue sticking out. Running his hand through his hair, he stood and turned to go home, but a flutter of white caught his eye. Half buried in the sand, right where he had been laying, was his shirt. Which explained why he hadn't seen it; he had slept on it.

Leaning down, he plucked the shirt from the sand, shaking it out viciously. After a moment or two, he stopped to inspect, and upon finding it in a state of relative wearability once more, he slid it on. It was a cotton button up, one of his very favorites, soft all over and worn down to threads around the hem. He buttoned it up about half way, rolling his shoulders and pulling it this way and that, until it hung about his frame the way he liked. Smiling and content once more, he glanced around the beach to see if anything interesting was going on.

Seeing the sitting girl, not a terrible distance away, he didn't even stop to think about whether she would mind his company before beginning the short trek over. Of course not, a handsome stud like me? Everyone loves me. Especially me. Er, women.

[/i] What was he going to say? He spied the other girl, the one who had been fishing, as he was making his way over. She would make it there before him, he knew, so then there would be two of them, both quite pretty. Glancing back to see what the second girl had been doing, he saw the trident and crate, and knew exactly what he was going to say.

Hoping they hadn't seen him, he rounded off to the shore, to make his way behind them. Careful to take slow, quiet steps, he snuck up until he was only maybe seven feet behind them, and mustered the most official, Peacekeeper-sounding voice he could.

"You do know, miss, that poaching is illegal, right? Unless you've been doing something else with that trident, you've been breaking the law." [/font] [/size] [/blockquote]

[Sher is back :)]

I almost did not notice the girl sitting next to her, "Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine thanks" I replied calmly but blankly still thinking. I turned her head to the girl, "Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked recapping on the past and going through dfrawers and drawers of informatin cluttered in my little, useless head.

[Sher is back :)]

I heard another voice, deeper, so i turned around to see a boy behind me, "Excuse me?" I asked politely, not knowing what he had said a minute ago. He was covered in sand, but I have to say, quite handsome. I hid a smirk and quickly pulled back my hair over my shoulder because it was a mess. I waited for an answer from both the people next to me...
I noticed that the the sun had already come up in the sky and that i have been sitting here all night thinking. The sky was a magnificent baby blue with a touch of mid-morning pink, it was picture perfect. The seagulls squawked overhead and pelicans were diving for fish, it was beautiful.

[themysterybox]

"I said your friend here has been poaching property of the Capitol by fishing recreationally," he said, motioning at the other girl, "And if I was a Peacekeeper, I'd have to do something about it. So, I think we'll all agree it's a good thing I'm not."

Instead, walked around the two and sat down in the sand in front of them. After shaking his head to get a few strands of hair out of his face, he asked, "Have either of you seen a boy, with wavy brown hair, running amok around here? Brothers have a tendency of disappearing when I'm asleep." He looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed to have to ask the two if they had seen a boy that was clearly his responsibility.

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[{Georgia da dancer}]

I was till watching the group. They were... 'interesting'. The boy who had been sleeping had went over. Probably about the trident. I hadn't tried to say anything about. Let her do what she wants to do? Not quite my motto but it was a wise enough comment to stop me from saying something to her.

It was probably a good thing too. I wouldn't know what to say or... or how to tell her off. The boy seemed to be doing a good enough job.

But since since the boy had come over, I had felt an urge to go over, He was handsome. That was probably the thing. She was curious like she always was so I, Madeline Winters, stood up to go talk the trio in the distance.

[themysterybox]

Glancing up at the girl who had just stood, he smiled. He liked when people noticed him, and even more when they came to him. Everyone did, right? Except those creepy people called introverts, those that didn't like other people. There was something wrong with them, surely.

Stop thinking. Alex says you look funny when you think, and there are attractive women here. Don't look funny, damnit. You're thinking again.

[/i]

He blinked, and attempted to clear the remnants of sleep-induced hoarseness from his voice before addressing the girl who was approaching. "Hey there, miss. You haven't seen any young boys around, have you? Specifically, those with a wavy brown mop, about... five foot tall?"

He put a hand up to rub the back of his neck, in a vain attempt to rub away the growing heat he felt there as a result of the embarrassment of losing a child at a nearly empty beach. He didn't know if these girls would have seen him, depending on how long they'd been here, and since Alex moved like a shadow, low and light. Clearing his throat again, he awaited the responses of those around him. [/size] [/font] [/blockquote]

[{Georgia da dancer}]

I didn't know what to say to him. Miss? Thats what I would say. "Miss?" I grinned. "Well than no sir. What does he look like sir?"

I had to grin. This guy was handsome and polite. I usually never felt like saying this to myself before. I was too closed up. Maybe it was being at the beach. I had a connection with it whether I like it or not! I mean going to the beach doesn't mean I have to.. swim. Doesn't mean I have to love it or go to it every day. I still envy the beach. I'm still scared of the sea. I can't change that. And even so, I was only here for my parents right? To remember them? Yeah. Because I am scared of the sea.

It seems like a pathetic title for a girl from District 4. The girl who was afraid of the sea. But it was true. I ma who I am.

I looked up at the other two. The girl with the trident was helping the girl who went swimming. She had obviously hurt herself. Duh! I wondered if I should help. At least ask if she is all right? Good enough. "Um, you ok?" I said to the girl. Of course she was going say no, the cut was deep and bleeding so yes, it was a stupid question but it made me feel better about myself and that was a nice feeling I have to say.

[themysterybox]

Maverick blinked. Was he okay? What did she mean by that? He was embarrassed, sure, but-- Oh. Following the girl's gaze, he looked at the cut girl's finger and winced. He knew what that kind of cut felt like, all too well, and had completely ignored her pain while asking after his brother. He dug through his pockets, eventually pulling out a tangled mass of strings, hooks, gauze, and other bits and baubles. His eternal stash of goodies, stored away for use in nearly any occasion, or to just provide entertainment.

Rummaging through it for a while and coming up with nothing, he sighed and shoved the mass back into his pocket. He shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, I got nothin' on me to help with that. We could run down to the dock master's station, see if he's in. He'd have first aid supplies for that."

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[Sher is back :)]

I glanced at the new girl standing above asking me if I was ok, "Ya, I am fine thankyou so much for asking" I said politely feeling warm inside that 2 people really cared about. me. I turned my thought back to the boy's question about a little boy, "Oh and no, i haven't seen a little'rascal" running around." I answered.

I tried to hide my interest in him, but it was really hard. I kept my gaze straight and my smile small, but I think my cheeks were burning a scarlett color. I just wished he would think it was the sun and not, well, me. I really hoped me did not think I was a complete loser like other biys thought I was when I was little.

Then he asked me if he wanted to run down o the dock station, at first I didn't know what he meat, but then the pain returned to my finger, "Ya that would be nice, thankyou.

[Snareroll]

"You do know, miss, that poaching is illegal, right? Unless you've been doing something else with that trident, you've been breaking the law."

Ariana heard a voice from behind her. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she turned around quickly, her trident raised in defense. She soon noticed that it was not a peacekeeper, but a rather attractive boy around her age. She smirked, "You do know, sir, that scaring someone with a trident isn't a great idea right?"

After she had fully recovered from her sudden panic, she answered the other girls question, "No, I just saw you get cut earlier and wanted to see if you were okay."

Then the "peacekeeper" had asked them if they had seen his brother. As he described him, Ariana chuckled, "Yeah, I saw him earlier watching me fish. He called out my poaching and lets just say I'm bringing home more than just fish meat in that crate."

[{Georgia da dancer}]

"Oh, that's good!" I said smiling up at the girl with the cut. I didn't know her name so she was the girl with the cut for now. The other two, well they weren't that much harder to come with a name. The boy and the girl with th trident. Easy!

I had heard the girl with the trident's comment. It made me laugh a bit. This guy was a bit weird, but hey, he was cute! I could tell that the girl with the cut and the girl with the trident were interested in him. These two were not hard to read, but the boy. He was harder. Not by much though. If he was interested in any one of us in particular it didnt show but he was keen to please.

I stared at the girl with a cut for a while. I had an idea. "Actually my foster parent Mel, is a nurse. She could give you a hand with that for free of you like?" Well really that's only half true. She is studying to be a nurse, but Mel and Andy had been wondering about friends lately so if I could get her to come round, it could get them of me back. Also he sea, well it wasn't making me feel well. And my death scene was coming back to me. The waves were getting rough too, I needed to get out of here. Ok fine, you could say I was scared. Let's hope the others didn'tsee the concern in my face.

[Sher is back :)]

I laughed a bit when the girl with the trident made up a great comeback, it was clever!

I looked at the girl who offered to take me to a nurse, "Oh it's ok, he just offered to take me to the dock masters office, and it is closer," I really wanted it to be taken care of at that time so I started to get up and brush the wet, sticky sand off of my body. I notied some dolphins surface just a few feet out and smiled. I notied the waves were getting rough and decided not to swim out after them. Besides, my finger hurts!