First time in the coastal district {Open to everyoneeee}

[napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.]

“Working is my hobby” L U K E  C O L L I N S  -  D I S T R I C T  7 Since he was a young boy, still playing with wooden swords and during heavy showers, he overheard tales about the coastal district from numerous people. They frequently used the adjectives; “beautiful”, “refreshing” and “amusing” to describe the place. From all those people, one was not a stranger to him. It was his grandfather who—as he likes to think—had been resting in heaven for two years. He was not even sure if the contents of his stores exist in reality but he assumed it was in existent, mostly because he wanted to picture what it would be like in his head. He felt the steady pace of his heartbeat shifting slightly when he stepped out of the vehicle. His mind was racing at the same time with excitement and thoughts, generally about his grandfather’s stories. A puff of air escaped from his soft pink lips as he took some steps, jogging down the steps of the train station. His concentration was pinned on the damaged cobblestones, he didn’t realize the horrifying sight facing him. But, the time that he moves his sight forward came when a huge debris blocked his way. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Natural disasters, he had learnt about those in school. A natural phenomenon that causes great damage and loss of life with no one to blame for. This is the force it had, this is what it was capable of doing. He took a full glance over the shattered district, taking in details about most of everything. Houses were ruined and reduced into nothing but rubble and wreckage. Some remains of buildings had an eerie feeling to it because of the people who were sealing up bags that are clearly indicated to contain lifeless bodies of the people of district 4. The lump in his throat had already formed but vanished hastily but he gulped it down. His ramble led him across remains and to a building that seems to have been newly constructed. The sign of it dug an important message back into his mind from his pile of complex thoughts; he was here to volunteer for aiding the refugees and rebuilding the district back into something beautiful, into something that his grandfather described. — — — It was the beginning of his third day at district 4. His head was pounding and no matter how much quantity of water he drinks, his throat remains dry like the Sahara desert in summer. Luke sensed his body temperature raging slightly—he guessed it was about 100*c—but he didn’t take the warning that his mind was giving. His morning routine was going out to the most wrecked parts of the district and search for any remaining survivors of the frightening disaster. It commonly takes hours and they would only find 3 or 2 individuals, injured greatly and in immediate need of medication. Wandering around didn’t disappoint him but those people does. The sight of them suffering and screaming in agony was extreme for him. After the search duty, comes the logging duty assigned to the people of district 7. Lumbering and load pulling were two of his professions. But, he could say today was his unfortunate day. Comparing the lumber he got yesterday to the amount he got today would be funny and unbelievable. After two swings of the axe, his arm muscles went into a fury and begun aching. Every breath from his nostril and lips were flaming hot. He palmed the bark of the tree for support, shaking his head in order to prevent the light-headedness from seeping in. He understood the risks of walking at the moment and knew that he would stumble and fall flat on face. His legs, unable to give him support, dropped to the ground along with his masculine body. The vision of his eyes was now coated with a blur although his other senses worked finely. He could hear the faint sound of other workers running in his direction and hopefully give him medical treatment. That was the last thought he had when he blacked-out.

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[saratonin]

REMORA FINK #tsunami 727 words

It was the first summer Remora could remember spending on land, and she found it disorienting as hell. She'd said it aloud, and she meant it literally - it was comparable to Hell. The sun beaming down, with no release of the salty sea wind in her hair, her brain cooked inside her skull and the pavement burned her feet through her shoes. She was burning, with no release. As if that wasn't enough, the District was in utter chaos - bodies littered the shore, and it seemed every day brought new screams of terror, of grief, of who-knows-what else. Everyone was asked to do what they could to help, but no one was forced, since everyone seemed to have lost something or someone. That's where the relief workers came in - people from foreign Districts here to help, typically with some industry-specific task. Their presence was off-putting, too, in a nation where the people you grew up with never moved away and no one else ever moved in. It might have made the District feel less safe, if they weren't there in conjunction with everything else happening. As it was, everyone was in a sort of state of shock. Now, Remora was doing what she could to help, but she had been shooed by construction teams. She was strong, but in no mood to fight. So she joined the other women, and helped purify water and prepare meals for relief workers and families in need. It was mindless work, and the women gabbed to distract themselves and pass the time, but the girl couldn't bring herself to engage mentally. Her mind was instead occupied with worry and discontent, and after a few hours, she excused herself to deliver some of the relief packs to workers. Of course, none of her deck crew was at sea; fishing efforts had been stalled. They were instead distributed among District 2 and 7 relief teams to help rebuild and log, respectively. Remora went into the forest, wearing a hard hat and carrying a crate full of lunches. This was work more suited to her - she felt the muscles in her calves flex and wane to accommodate the rough terrain, felt her arms start to cramp up after carrying the crate a kilometre or so without stopping. Approaching the logging team, she started to search the crowd of unfamiliar faces and overdeveloped biceps for ones she might know. She had just decided to look for those who needed to work in pairs or were doing a messy job, thinking they'd be from her District, when she heard a thud. Her head jolted in the direction of the sound, and both panic and relief washed over her. Someone was hurt and sure, that's terrible, but at least it meant there were less experienced loggers here, probably her people. Having been through worse with fewer resources at sea, they'd know what to do. In one swift motion, she let down the crate and opened its lid, grabbing the medical kit seated on top. She started to run, and then turned back to grab a lunch pack, too. The loggers were all situated far apart, so while she had initially been too far to see the boy's face, Remora was still among the first to arrive to his aid. One of her deckhand friends helped her move his body into a less...injurious position, and helped her assess the situation. From what they could tell, the boy had simply overheated, probably from exhaustion and dehydration. "I can handle this," Remora announced; "there are lunch packs over there, help yourselves." She gestured toward the crate, and one of the men went to bring it closer. Disappointed though she was, as the boy turned out not to be someone she recognized, the girl went to work. She carefully poured some water on a napkin, grateful that somehow it was still somewhat cool, and draped it on the boy's forehead. Remora paused for a second as she caught sight of his strong jawline and masculine build, but shook those instincts from her head, instead preparing a sandwich and water bottle for the boy while she waited for him to awaken. Silently, the girl admitted to herself that she wouldn't mind if it took a while; she was in no way anxious to get back to cleaning fish and bottling water. eternity begins and ends with the ocean’s tides

Made by Sifr @ THQ.

Author's note: hello new here + wanted to join in, won't be offended if you want me to get off your post thats cool i get it

[napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.]

“Working is my hobby” L U K E  C O L L I N S  -  D I S T R I C T  7 His throat felt as dry and as scorching hot as a desert. His head caused a pounding sensation as if a sledgehammer was swinging towards it and shattering his insides into small pieces. Every time he swallowed the forming lump in his throat, pain flared up from the area. Every part of his skin felt flaming hot and extremely uncomfortable, common signs of vicious fever. But, he sensed a cold sensation spreading on his forehead. It was not much but it was helping. He could easily guess it was fresh, cool water as small droplets of it flew down, from his temples till it was dripping very slowly on the ground. A heated breath escaped from his red lips as his consciousness relocated back in its place inside him. At the first few blinks, he could not withstand the glares of the flaming sun. His left hand weakly yet instantly went up to shield his eyes from the sheering, burning light. But, his muscles could not support movement entirely at the moment, thus the hand dropped back on the grassed surface. When he opened his eye-lids, he spotted a girl, about the same age as him, out of the corners of his eyes. He felt her gaze on him. It was obvious, even an idiotic person could’ve guessed it with only a slight difficulty. She must’ve been the one who aided him. Luke attempted to blink again but got his eyes stung by the sunlight again. He swallowed the lump that was beginning to form again his throat. While squinting his eyes, he struggled to obtain the full appearance of the girl. But, he only caught the sight of a black silhouette due to the sunlight he was starting to swear under his breath at. His shoulders tensed along the veins on the back of his hand, indicating that he was going to straighten up. It was a problem with much difficulty but he managed to clear it. Soft grunts fled from his mouth while he sat up, his abdomen revealing his developed abs for a short while. The male took a glance over his left shoulder, using his elbows to support his body. (Which pained him) He was glad to find the bottom of an average tree there. He used his legs to push the ground and hands to push his body, towards the tree. When his back met with the rough, solid surface of it, he felt at ease. Luke expelled a breath from his mouth, turning his eyes immediately at the girl. He greeted her with a “Thank you”. It was the right word to use to someone who saved your life.

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Author's Note: My sincerest sorry for replying so late! Real life had decreased my ROLE PLAYING time

[saratonin]

REMORA FINK napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. 377 words

It seemed a small eternity had passed while Remora waited for the boy to come to. She had seen this enough at sea, usually on days when the sun forced itself through the misted air of the deck, and there was too much activity to think about getting something to eat or drink. Though that day's sun was vicious, the trees offered a relatively cool escape, and as she waited the girl had a chance to glance up and survey the workers around her. Fish could get away if you didn't act fast, but by no stretch of the imagination did that apply to trees. So she concluded the same was true of this guy as tended to be true of the deckhands who might get dehydrated - he was probably new at this.  Soon a soft grunting came from the limp body beneath her, and the girl's attention was drawn back to the task at hand. She looked back down and reached over to support him, one hand on his back in case he slipped, another hovering at her side, ready to spring into action as needed. But the boy - man? - seemed stable enough, so she backed off a bit. Personal space wasn't something she was ever accustomed to, but she did give him another few inches of breathing room, staying close enough to keep him safe. Finally, he breathed a thank you her way. Remora gave a smile, coy, but soft. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You gave me a scare there - how're you feeling?" Having been poised on her knees she sat back, curling her legs beside her. She placed her weight on her right hand, letting herself keep a slight lean into the stranger. The stones in the soil dug into her skin, though, so she shifted her weight back to her core and wiped her palm on her shirt before remembering the lunch pack. An "Oh!" escaped her breath as Remora twisted behind her to grab it. She thrusted the cardboard box toward him. Attached was a water bottle.  "Eat, drink," she instructed obviously. Finally she had a chance to really look into the boy's eyes, and he was beautiful. Under other circumstances she might be stammering, but their situation made him more endearing than intimidating. eternity begins and ends with the ocean’s tides

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Notes: WHO AM I TO TALK ABOUT ETERNITIES, AMIRITE?? Sorry bout this; basically joined the site and then got scared and disappeared back into oblivion but I'm giving it another shot!! I don't even know if the tsunami is still happening but I'm glad to continue this (set back in June) if you are! Again, I'm so sorry!