Recasting (Open to All)
May 20, 2010 17:48:20 GMT -5
Post by Tea on May 20, 2010 17:48:20 GMT -5
Alba:
Alba sat at the end of the dock, fishing pole in hand, legs dangling over the side. She'd been casting and recasting for about an hour now. Not exactly the perfect fishing day really, but Alba didn't mind. Days like this were rare, and she was having fun. Alba cast her rod again, and began slowly reeling it back in. She remembered when she and her father would fish together, on the boat, laughing and joking with each other. But those days were long since gone. Ever since she'd turned twelve and been apart of the Reaping, her father had forbid her to take out the boat, probably worried she'd fall overboard or something stupid like that. But this was okay, wasn't it? After all, this was only a dock, and the water wasn't deep. Chances of her drowning were slim to none. In fact, she had a better chance of being chosen as a tribute. A tribute… Alba sighed at the thought. It was almost Reaping time again. Although it was unlikely, there still was a small chance she could be chosen.
She reeled in her line again, and held it for a minute, looking out over the water, wondering where her father was. He'd take the boat out around noon yesterday, so it wasn't really unusual for him to be gone for a few days. Alba just hoped he'd be back in time for the Reaping in case… no, she couldn't think about that. She had to stay positive. Fishing was positive. Alba cast her line again, but really, was it enough to keep her happy? No. She needed human companionship. Friends. She'd never been good at making friends. It wasn't like she'd really had to most of her life, but when her father had moved them closer to the ports, and she'd started attending public school, she'd had to learn. So far, without luck. Alba supposed it was her own fault, being so bitter and emotionless all the time. Who would really want to be friends with her anyways?
Alba sat at the end of the dock, fishing pole in hand, legs dangling over the side. She'd been casting and recasting for about an hour now. Not exactly the perfect fishing day really, but Alba didn't mind. Days like this were rare, and she was having fun. Alba cast her rod again, and began slowly reeling it back in. She remembered when she and her father would fish together, on the boat, laughing and joking with each other. But those days were long since gone. Ever since she'd turned twelve and been apart of the Reaping, her father had forbid her to take out the boat, probably worried she'd fall overboard or something stupid like that. But this was okay, wasn't it? After all, this was only a dock, and the water wasn't deep. Chances of her drowning were slim to none. In fact, she had a better chance of being chosen as a tribute. A tribute… Alba sighed at the thought. It was almost Reaping time again. Although it was unlikely, there still was a small chance she could be chosen.
She reeled in her line again, and held it for a minute, looking out over the water, wondering where her father was. He'd take the boat out around noon yesterday, so it wasn't really unusual for him to be gone for a few days. Alba just hoped he'd be back in time for the Reaping in case… no, she couldn't think about that. She had to stay positive. Fishing was positive. Alba cast her line again, but really, was it enough to keep her happy? No. She needed human companionship. Friends. She'd never been good at making friends. It wasn't like she'd really had to most of her life, but when her father had moved them closer to the ports, and she'd started attending public school, she'd had to learn. So far, without luck. Alba supposed it was her own fault, being so bitter and emotionless all the time. Who would really want to be friends with her anyways?
