Time flys away[Kire, open]

[Jareth]

DRAKE STARK 17 District 4

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After being at the career training place for the afternoon he needed a break. Normally he went straight home but , today was different. He arrived at the beach in his school clothes and shoes with a quiet expression on his face. But , when he got to the edge of the ocean he could not help but , smile. He always loved leaving close to a large ocean and beach. When he thought about it , he couldn't picture living any where else. After taking off his shoes he took a seat on the sand near the ocean line. The tide was coming in far today so, it brushed against his toes lightly. Not really caring if he got dirty he layed back on the sand. After closing his eyes he placed his shoes on his chest. The sounds of the ocean were so coming to the point were he could fall asleep. Drake knew that he didn't have anything else to do today so, he figured why not. His mother had company over today so, she would not notice. And his father would just figure he was at the training center working late. As for his siblings they knew him much better than their father. Despite them knowing him more , he didn't think his siblings would tell on him.

Since he figured that he let himself drift of to sleep for a while. He didn't think anyone would bother him so, he didn't worry. The light haired male hadn't planned on sleeping for as long as he did. The next morning came and he was still asleep on the beach. In the distance a bell from a boat sounded but , he didn't wake up. He was used to the sound so, it would take alot more to wake him up. During the night he had shifted to lay on his right side. His shoes had fallen off his chest so, they were now sitting next to him. In his sleep he reached up to itch his cheek a few times. After itching his hand went to grab his shoes. In his sleep he pulled them closer to himself in a tight hug. On his face he wore one of his big smiles which suggested that maybe he was having a good dream.

[Kire]

♋ B r a n t ✮ A n d e r s ♋

Does, Says, Thinks

He never seemed to learn. Every day he would tell himself to stay away, far away, but each day he would defy his own warnings. It was a wonder he wasn't dead yet. Now, in the morning light, part of him remarked on how peaceful it was - more so than he had ever seen it before. The ocean waves lapped at the shore like a cat at cream, gentle and refined. It seemed almost safe. Almost. The thing was that Brant knew better, or claimed to know better, than to wander too close. Thoughts of being swept away by a sudden tidal wave or wicked undertow and drowning kept him a distance from the edge of the water's grasp. That was, until he spotted the boy laying in the sand.

Curiously, he moves forward until he could see him better. Amused, he noted the boy was clutching his shoes to his chest and was plainly asleep. Brant wondered if the boy had a home, or whether he simply skipped out and didn't return. Either way, it was no skin off of his back. He crouched to get more level with the boy, still a distance away, and hoped to learn something more. It took a moment to realize that the boy wasn't wearing things suitable for the beach and another moment to see that it was school clothes he was wearing, making a small grin light up on his face. As well, he appeared to be smiling.

Brant, deciding the boy was alright - or at least hoping - went over to where he lay. He did his best to stay away from the water's edge, glad that the tide seemed to have gone out some, and leaned over the boy. "Hey, uh, it's morning." He waited a moment for a response then lightly nudged the boy with his foot. "Hello? You alright?" Now that he had had more time to look at him, Brant realized this boy wasn't exactly bad looking - a thought that caused him to clench his hands into fists for a second. He always felt like hitting himself around when he had thoughts like that, they always felt unnatural to him, and he was sure everyone would think the same. No, he would have to train himself out of it. It was weird, surely.

Just as weird as his fear of the ocean. It seemed he was a really weird kid. Damn being weird.

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[Jareth]

DRAKE STARK 17 District 4 

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Drake wrinkled his nose in his sleep and let go of his shoe. The movement of the shoe caused some of the sand to shift. A faint sound reached his ears but , he remained asleep. When something hit him he grunted a bit and opened one eye. When he did so his eye was met with the sight of a boy staring at him. Drake wondered what the boy was doing. He honestly didnt think anyone would bother him why he slept. That thought made him wonder if he was missing something. The boy then asked him if he was alright which confused him even more. After opening his second eye he sat up to indian atyle position. When he saw one of his shoes on the sand in front of him he grabbed it. 

After grabbing the show he pulled it in his lap with the other one. " Yeah i am why do ask?" he asked the other boy poiltly as he dusted some sand off his pants. When all the sand was off his leg he began dusting sand of his side. Before going home he would need to make sure that off the sand was off him. If there was even one visable grain of sand on it his parents would know he had lied. Suddenly he noticed hat it was morning time. " its morning. Well im in trouble when i get home" He pointed out to know one in praticular. He couldn't belevie that he had slept the whole night. He hoped that it was too late in the day. As he dusted some sand from his hair he tried to think of some lies to tell his parents.

[Kire]

♋ B r a n t ✮ A n d e r s ♋

Does, Says, Thinks

The boy's grunt told him that he was awake, or at least alive. He didn't look all that awake. Even as he watched the boy sit up and snatch his fallen shoe from the sand he only looked partially conscious. "Yeah, I am, why do ask?" About to respond, Brant just shook his head. This guy had obviously been sleeping on the sand for a while, and he doubted he had just come here super early in the morning. It had probably been an all-nighter - perhaps even a drunken one with the way the boy didn't seem to know much of anything that was happening. "It's morning. Well I'm in trouble when I get home." It was as though the boy had known what Brant had been thinking.

Brant gave him a flat look, semi-exasperated by how lost the boy was, but also partially amused. "So you've been out here all night then?" He almost snorted with derision. "I'm sure your parents are probably worried." Then he shrugged, as though it was none of his concern - and it really wasn't. "That's life though." He took a moment to contemplate whether to leave the boy or not. It wasn't his problem that he had stayed out all night, and there was nothing he could do to help him. Still, it might be interesting to just talk to him. Maybe he would be someone to understand that land was better than water.

Then again, this was District four. He was probably the only one in this whole soggy district to think like that.

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Sorry about the long wait.
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