A Sea of Mystery {Kay and Tomjay}

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Curse Jinx
Abandon entoure d’abandon
tendresse touchant aux tendresses
C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse
se caresse, dirait-on


Curse can't stand being the house. Not when Learna's alliance betraying her and killing her. And to have them act like they were euthanizing her; it's despicable and cruel.She's a freaking Libertine for Pete's sake! They can at least give her a chance before making her parents bury another daughter! The thoughts reeling in Curse's head are driving him crazy; so he simply leaves. Well more like slamming the door in everyone's face as they race towards him. We're a “Career District” and 4 hasn't won in what eight year? Pathetic. He thinks to himself as he is running through the District. Past the rows of fine houses and down towards the Square. He doesn't even stop to look at the candies that he usually buys for the younger siblings. Curse doesn't know why his anger over a tribute death is this high. It's almost a rage which is something you don't see Curse with. He just knows that it's extremely upset. As he passes the lower part of District 4 with it's shacks and the Community Home he finally makes it to his destination. Curse stops as he looks at the fence on the beach.

It's no small feat running all the way to the border so he stops to catch his breath. How did I get here, he wonders as Curse looks around at his surroundings. He hasn't been down in this part for a while, almost never actually. Since it's a remote part of the District. You don't have to see the fence as you can hear the electrical current buzzing through the wires. It's almost like a swarm of bees about ready to attack you. There aren't many buildings around, maybe a life guard’s tower here and there and a shack for them to put their supplies. As it's well into the afternoon there's no one on watch. The sun hangs low into the sky casting some lighter hues of orange into the azure skies. Just beyond the fence you can see the forest with some mixed plains expand into the horizon.

[/size] “Well I'm here so I might as well take a swim.” Curse mutters to himself as he pulls his shirt and shoes off. He leaves them in the soft cool sand as he dives into the salty ocean. The ocean is a stark contrast to the sand, warm and gritty as it undulates around him.

He swims with the current to the shack, as it seems only logical for them to have a towel. Curse isn't one to wear wet clothes home, or none at all sometimes, but he isn't in the care free mood at the moment. He trudges through the waves as they break at the shore line and makes his way to the shack. Sand was coating his feet as they strut by, making their way to his ankles. It's gritty against the hair on his legs. The sand is warmer he notices as he pulls up to the shack. He sees that it's a soft fading baby blue as he pulls the door open. Curse grabs the first towel he sees off a shelf and wipes himself off. The sand he'll deal with when he gets home. He turns back to see the Mayor swimming his direction. He never had an actual conversation with the aging Career, though he still holds the mile record in swimming. And he can still swim Curse says to himself. Maybe this is one of the only places he can get some privacy, he wondered as he jogs towards his shirt and shoes. But he notices something else as well. A kid standing at the fence from the outside. Seeing the Mayor and a Wanderer in the same day District 4 loses their female tribute. Can't this day get any weirder? Curse inquires of himself as he shakes his short blond head. That's when the Mayor pulled up. Unsure of what to do or say he simply addresses them both by saying[/color] “Hello sir”

Abandon surrounding abandon
tenderness touching tenderness
You oneness endlessly
Caresses itself, so they say[/center]

(Sorry for the weird sizing I have no idea what's going on)

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said walk on over here to the bitter shade
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know that you're saved

He had failed.

There really no other way to put it, although he was quite sure the President would find some other insidious way to phrase it. He had expected a phone call that morning, after Learna had fallen to her allies and the vicious Career alliance. But his house had been silent, his children at school, and he hadn't sought the comforts of his wife. She would only remind him of all the people he had failed to protect. All of the lives they would have to continue to sacrifice in the name of the Capitol. He just hoped one of those lives didn't end in "Perch."

He'd stayed closeted in his office as long as he could stand, and then left word with this secretary that he would be "catching his breath." With that he grabbed his duffel bag and a clean towel. One of the major perks of being Mayor was the mayor's mansion, centrally located in District Four, and a short walk from the beach. He took advantage of this fact every morning usually, except during the Games. During those weeks, he was glued to the television, never more than arm's reach from a phone. President Snow hadn't exactly specified this in their conversation years ago, but Fabian didn't want to keep the most powerful man in all of Panem waiting.

But it seemed he had no problem doing that to Fabian. He ran his fingers through his receding curls as the ocean breeze tore past him. He should have stayed home, waited longer. Perhaps the President was too distracted by the bloodshed, the rapidly rising death toll. But he knew, in his gut, that he would be hearing from him sooner or later, whenever was most painful, whenever Fabian was the most vulnerable. And with more and more of his little ones aging over twelve, he was growing weaker by the year.

The pressure was constant, defeaning at times. If not for Althea and the ocean, Fabian would have abandoned his post long ago for all the good it would have done him. He dropped the duffel on the dry sand, kicked off his shoes and put the towel to his face for a moment, breathing in the scent of home. And then he added that to the pile and turned to the ocean, ready to sprint into its embrace.

Instead he found he was not alone, as he usually was during the middle of the day. His jaw slackened in surprise before he regained his composure, instantly snapping to proper posture when he was addressed as 'sir.' No chance of a casual encounter then. He tried to form his face into the perfect balance of warm and welcoming - as he usually was - and grieving - as he ought to appear. But the terror was too new, its icy grip around his heart and gut. His smile game out a little pinched, his sea green eyes the color of the water before a storm.

"Afternoon, young man," Fabian said, his tenor light and open. "'Fraid you have me at a disadvantage. I was just going for a swim." He cast his gaze to his mistress for a moment, judging the tide and the waves. "Seems like the water's pretty calm." He hoped that was enough information to extricate himself from the conversation. He yearned for the rhythm of the waves, for the salt to sear his vision.

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Ghost inhaled through his nose, smelling the air as he walked through the forest. The familiar scent of salt water entered his nose and he smiled at the memories that entered into his mind. Memories of just stopping in during a break between games and meeting some people. Memories of getting almost killed as a bullet cut him in the side. Memories of the young spy in training that he longed to see again. Lots of memories that a normal citizen would never have had at the age of sixteen.

He heard the crackle of electricity as he came out into the open area between the fence and the forest. There were a few branches high above that he could use to get in if the old hidden entrance in the raised concrete part of the fence further north from here. He looked to his right and saw the sea and walked out just to the edge of the sand before looking into the district and seeing two people. One seemed to be very important, most likely the mayor, while the other seemed to be a normal citizen. The citizen looked directly at him but he didn't so much as flinch. He just stared back at the boy with his sea green eyes before turning and retreating back into the forest.

He went in until he couldn't see the district anymore and climbed a tree, his hands finding the holds and cracks that would help him climb. As soon as he was above the fence height, he moved closer and stopped to hang his sword from a branch before he jumped to the next tree and then the next tree until he could see the roof of a building directly ahead of him.

The boy ran along a branch and launched himself up and forwards flying across the gap that was between the end of the branch and the first roof. He felt weightless for a moment before he felt his feet hit the roof and he felt himself lean forward into a roll and then up onto his feet, stopping his forward movement. He brushed himself off and looked around to find another shorter roof. Finding one, he took a running leap and landed on the shorter roof in a roll before turning and jumping off of the roof as it was much closer to the ground. The boy hit the ground running and slowly decelerated before slowing to a walk.

He walked down familiar streets until he got to the beach where he saw the mayor and the boy still there. He moved to the left and leaned against a house, looking at the two of them. He knew that the water must feel good, but he wasn't sure why two people would be down here. He knew that one of them was important but something was off about him. Something was wrong. He knew that...in time...the truth would be revealed.

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Curse Jinx
Abandon entoure d’abandon
tendresse touchant aux tendresses
C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse
se caresse, dirait-on


Curse is still trying to process everything when he says hello sir. It sounds like a voice not his own. It was professional and monotone, unlike the lively bouncing bass that usually accompanies him. He clears his throat and addresses the Mayor again.

[/size]“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be curt with you. I just don't know how to talk to someone with as much power and command as yourself.” He looks at the Mayor and sees that everything is put on a little too much. His smile, his voice, his posture, it is all a little off. It isn't the Capitol's version of make up but more of a girl's trying to “look natural”. Usually the Mayor has a look of a well aging man, wise in his ways yet ready to learn. Yet something seemed off. That's when he hears the Mayor reply, 'Afternoon, young man, 'Fraid you have me at a disadvantage. I was just going for a swim. Seems like the water's pretty calm.' Something was wrong with his voice. Too much strain in it.[/size] “Do you mind if I join you?”Curse asks the Mayor.[/size]“Do you think you can keep your record at your 'old age'?” he teased with a glint in his eyes.

Curse is transitioning into a mischievous mood as he decided to rip the man's shirt off. Please to throw me to the whipping post he pleads in his head as he runs off towards the ocean with the Mayor's shirt. He's waist deep and still carrying the shirt above his head so it won't get wet. He starting laughing as he turns around, seeing the look of bewilderment on the Mayor's face.[/size]“You know I just took your shirt and I don't even know your name. I've only heard people call you as Mayor Perch or Sir. So tell me what's your real name?”he inquires of Perch.[/size]“If you don't tell me You wont get your shirt back.” he adds in a singsongy way. The image of the Boy beyond the fence is currently tugging at his brain. But Curse manages to push it back while trying to get Mr. Perch to relax. Stress does nothing but age you more and raise your blood pressure, both are never good. That's when he sees the Boy.

He's leaning against the shack that was on the beach's edge. Wearing clothing that's tattered and ripped in multiple places.Is it even safe to wear clothes that little that much protecting in the wild? People get infections on the beach easily enough on the beach. But what about with the tracker jackers and whatever else lies out there?He question to himself. A quizzical look is currently wearing his face. He looks over at the fence and then back towards the boy. How the hell did he get pass the fence? Curse ponders. He is about to put his arms down when he realizes that he still carries the Mayor's shirt. He runs back up to the Mayor and hands it back. Then grabs his own shirt and runs to the Boy.[/size] “You look like you could use a new shirt.” he says as he hands his shirt to the boy.[/size] “I'm Curse it's nice to meet you.”

Abandon surrounding abandon
tenderness touching tenderness
You oneness endlessly
Caresses itself, so they say[/center]

(Again with the weird sizing I swear I have no idea what I'm doing wrong)

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said walk on over here to the bitter shade
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know that you're saved

Having five little children and a full staff in his house had given Fabian a second set of eyes, figuratively. He had this sixth sense now for when someone was moving nearby. As the other man marched forward onto the beach, Fabian tracked him with his periphery, unconcerned but aware. He'd had a good streak there, with no one else on the beach, but it was hardly the first time he had encountered others near the sea in Four. It was, after all, in their blood to be called to the ocean's embrace.

It was much more uncommon, though, for anyone to ask to swim with him. Most people avoided him out of fear or respect, although Fabian thought it was quite possible to approach himself and be respectful. A delicate line that was, though. Curse didn't quite walk it, however, his smile too harsh, his eyes too eager. Fabian swallowed, steadying his softer smile. "Not at all. The ocean's open to the public, after all," he said, defaulting to the city's code, whcih he knew by heart.

He watches the scene unfold distantly, abstractly. There had certainly been many torn shits in his household, many stains and scratches and bumps and bruises. Amusement overtook the warmth in his face as Curse ran to the sea and then to the stranger. Fabian folded his arms across his broad chest, no sign of aging in his muscles, but perhaps a few grey chest hairs gave him away. "It's Fabian," he said gently as Curse flew by, offering up his shirt. It was, perhaps, the most symbolic moment of his Mayorship. Fabian would literally give the shirt off his back to anyone who needed it.

"Curse," he said, rolling the name around as the shirt was exchanged. It was a strange name, not the strangest he'd heard, but certainly odd for Four. Fabian shifted, his gaze flickering back to the sea, to the steady rhythm of the waves calling to his soul. He took a deep breath in, felt the salt singe his flesh on its way to his lungs. "Shall we?" He asked, practically hopping from foot to foot in anticipation.

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Ghost watched as the kid stole the shirt of the mayor. He let out a small snicker, noting that the man didn't go after the boy at all. It was almost laughable. One of the most important people in the district...and he won't get mad at someone who steals his shirt. He watched as the kid ran around in the water, holding the shirt above his head as if to invite the mayor for a swim. Then his eyes locked onto Ghost's. He saw the kid's eyes flick from him to the forest and back before the kid ran out of the water.

The eighteen year old brushed some hair out of his face, his mind on Passion. Not the passion that encompasses human emotion...but a woman from District One. She had been asleep when he had left for District Four from their camp just outside of the district. And then...the kid was right in front of him. He looked up at the kid, a bit startled. He was even more startled when the kid offered him his shirt.

“You look like you could use a new shirt. I'm Curse it's nice to meet you.” The boy said.

Ghost looked at the shirt and shrugged before taking it. His old shirt was almost beyond repair anyways...and it was a bit to small for his tastes. He pulled the new shirt up and over his head. It was a perfect fit...or at least better than his old one. He looked up at the kid, Curse.

"The name's Ghost. Thanks." He told the kid. He looked over at the mayor who was still on the beach and asked Curse a question. "Hey Curse, is that the mayor of this district?"