Trying to Find My Way Back Home [Ems]
Feb 26, 2017 11:17:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 11:17:48 GMT -5
Curse Jinx
[newclass=.jorggradient1]text-align:justify; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, #4e4828, #5c312a, #302b2f, #7b8086, #444d6c);linear-gradient(top, #4e4828, #5c312a, #302b2f, #7b8086, #444d6c); -webkit-background-clip:text; color:transparent;[/newclass][attr="class","jorggradient1"] This mansion is quite bigger than I would have expected it to be. Granted it did hold about 25 of us up on it’s roof but that still didn’t give me any clue as to how big it actually is. With all of its twists and turns and quite physically impossible walkways and stairways, I was starting to get a headache. At least I wasn’t trying to get out of this place alone, I had Ivar following along behind me. He was able to keep me some good company, and I am quickly realizing how much of a friend he is. I’m still carrying the picture that he enjoys with me, not wanting it to get ruined for as long as possible. I’m glad that Ivar is happy with it, hopefully it will get his mind off of some things.
This mansion seems to go one forever though, and I am starting to get pissed off. I hate confined spaces and I am starting to miss the open, salty air from back home. I miss looking at the horizon and seeing the blue waves extend farther than the eye can see. It was comforting to think that we may not be the last ones alive, to think that there was something more than just this fucked up society that we live in. But now all I see is the distorted walls and perverted angles of the Capitol’s creating. I wonder how they managed to build this all, with everything seeming to defy the physics of actual reality. None of it makes sense to me, and in all honesty I am just wishing to get back into the ocean, and to swim along with the waves.
That when we start to feel a warm mist of fog coming towards us. The scent of salt water fills my lungs and I become exuberant as I start to follow its trail. As I slowly walk closer to it I start to realize that it is not the salt water from back home. While it may not be natural in its source I know that smell everytime I smell it, I smell a swimming pool. And I am so grateful because it could have come at a better time.
“Ivar follow me! I smell something, come on let’s go!” I state with overbearing joy. I start heading off, knowing full well that I have Ivar crawling behind me. I look back to make sure that he is still within each other’s line of sight. When I get to the source I become one of the happiest people in the building. The swimming pools takes up the majority of the space, with rooms and sides for people to walk and move around, stained glass windows encompasses the entirety of pool, allowing for sweet natural light to get in. I start to sneeze from the sudden change in moisture, but I know that I’ll get accustomed to it again. At least hopefully I will. The tiles create a beautiful, simplistic mosaic of an ocean scenery, and I get struck with homesickness. Even though I know that there isn’t a good chance that I will ever get back home at least I have the pool to keep me company. I walk along the path until I find a suitable spot, underneath some stain glass roses and a rope, which I take down from the wall,, and start to strip. Taking off my gaudy clothing until I’m left covered in those strings that really don’t cover anything to be honest, Ivar’s painting leaning up against the glass, I finally leap in.
The water is warm, unlike the ocean back home, but it seems to be doing wonders. I can feel the stress and tensions seep away from my muscles as I swim lazily around. The water feels enticing as it laps around my body, and I feel at home as I ever will in this place. I wish my brothers and sisters were here. Phoenix would brood from the sides as Spell, Charm and I would get into water fights. The younger ones would probably join in as well, causing a bit more of rucus though. I give a small chuckle at the thought, wondering why I ever decided to leave them in the first place. I shake those thought aside as I see Ivar try to creep away from the water. I bob my way over to him, wondering why anyone would not enjoy the water, swimming is one of the best things in the world! I don’t want to push him out of his comfort zone yet. So I ask him to hand me my clutch, and I grab out a blue crayon that came out of the ceiling earlier.
“I want to show you something,” I tell him, hoping to ease him up a bit. I start to draw out a more elaborate version of my trident back home. Drawing seaweed vines along the handle, I draw it out to be almost as tall as I am, it’s a general rule that you don’t want your trident or spear to be shorter or taller than you. It is supposed to be an extension of you, and it can’t do that it you two are different sizes. I continue on with the head of the trident, creating a three pronged fork with sharp, arrowed tipped heads. I add more seaweed cascading from the time, while normally we would detest that when we are fishing I am very aware that this is a picture, so of course I am going to take some artistic liberties. In the handle I write an inscription, ”May you be Jinxed beyond your wildest dreams. May you be Jinxed with everlasting success and happiness.”
“This would be similar to my trident at home. Mostly we would use them for fishing or retrieving other things from the ocean, but they can be used as a spear to if someone really wanted to.” The sadness lies deep within my voice. There is no denying that, but I realize that I cannot let my guard down. We seem to be the only ones on this side of the pool, so maybe I can at least process some of my emotions for now, but at the moment I turn to Ivar. I still see the uneasyness in his eyes.
“Hey are you doing alright buddy?”
This mansion seems to go one forever though, and I am starting to get pissed off. I hate confined spaces and I am starting to miss the open, salty air from back home. I miss looking at the horizon and seeing the blue waves extend farther than the eye can see. It was comforting to think that we may not be the last ones alive, to think that there was something more than just this fucked up society that we live in. But now all I see is the distorted walls and perverted angles of the Capitol’s creating. I wonder how they managed to build this all, with everything seeming to defy the physics of actual reality. None of it makes sense to me, and in all honesty I am just wishing to get back into the ocean, and to swim along with the waves.
That when we start to feel a warm mist of fog coming towards us. The scent of salt water fills my lungs and I become exuberant as I start to follow its trail. As I slowly walk closer to it I start to realize that it is not the salt water from back home. While it may not be natural in its source I know that smell everytime I smell it, I smell a swimming pool. And I am so grateful because it could have come at a better time.
“Ivar follow me! I smell something, come on let’s go!” I state with overbearing joy. I start heading off, knowing full well that I have Ivar crawling behind me. I look back to make sure that he is still within each other’s line of sight. When I get to the source I become one of the happiest people in the building. The swimming pools takes up the majority of the space, with rooms and sides for people to walk and move around, stained glass windows encompasses the entirety of pool, allowing for sweet natural light to get in. I start to sneeze from the sudden change in moisture, but I know that I’ll get accustomed to it again. At least hopefully I will. The tiles create a beautiful, simplistic mosaic of an ocean scenery, and I get struck with homesickness. Even though I know that there isn’t a good chance that I will ever get back home at least I have the pool to keep me company. I walk along the path until I find a suitable spot, underneath some stain glass roses and a rope, which I take down from the wall,, and start to strip. Taking off my gaudy clothing until I’m left covered in those strings that really don’t cover anything to be honest, Ivar’s painting leaning up against the glass, I finally leap in.
The water is warm, unlike the ocean back home, but it seems to be doing wonders. I can feel the stress and tensions seep away from my muscles as I swim lazily around. The water feels enticing as it laps around my body, and I feel at home as I ever will in this place. I wish my brothers and sisters were here. Phoenix would brood from the sides as Spell, Charm and I would get into water fights. The younger ones would probably join in as well, causing a bit more of rucus though. I give a small chuckle at the thought, wondering why I ever decided to leave them in the first place. I shake those thought aside as I see Ivar try to creep away from the water. I bob my way over to him, wondering why anyone would not enjoy the water, swimming is one of the best things in the world! I don’t want to push him out of his comfort zone yet. So I ask him to hand me my clutch, and I grab out a blue crayon that came out of the ceiling earlier.
“I want to show you something,” I tell him, hoping to ease him up a bit. I start to draw out a more elaborate version of my trident back home. Drawing seaweed vines along the handle, I draw it out to be almost as tall as I am, it’s a general rule that you don’t want your trident or spear to be shorter or taller than you. It is supposed to be an extension of you, and it can’t do that it you two are different sizes. I continue on with the head of the trident, creating a three pronged fork with sharp, arrowed tipped heads. I add more seaweed cascading from the time, while normally we would detest that when we are fishing I am very aware that this is a picture, so of course I am going to take some artistic liberties. In the handle I write an inscription, ”May you be Jinxed beyond your wildest dreams. May you be Jinxed with everlasting success and happiness.”
“This would be similar to my trident at home. Mostly we would use them for fishing or retrieving other things from the ocean, but they can be used as a spear to if someone really wanted to.” The sadness lies deep within my voice. There is no denying that, but I realize that I cannot let my guard down. We seem to be the only ones on this side of the pool, so maybe I can at least process some of my emotions for now, but at the moment I turn to Ivar. I still see the uneasyness in his eyes.
“Hey are you doing alright buddy?”
[Curse Jinx grabs a Bath Robe]
[Curse Jinx draws a Trident]