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Solidifying //Anzie<3 Nov 8, 2013 7:41:40 GMT -5

Post by * on Nov 8, 2013 7:41:40 GMT -5

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Here to stay
Walk along
Eyes in front
Never look back

The breezy air circulates around the body of the seventeen year old boy. The salty air and the sound of the seagulls that fly overhead makes Jax close his eyes and with it his hand moves across his face to shield himself from the rays of the sun beating down on him. Dropletts of water covers his body from his most reacent encounter with the waves. His chest heaves up and down, showing off his bare chest and his legs are decorated with sand. A sigh escapes his lips as he feels around for the spear that was beside of him. He grasps it tightly in his hand and uses it to shove it in the sand beside him as he ascends upward, sitting on sand and gazes out into the ocean.

"Beautiful day, but the waves are so strong. I swear... hopefully the waves will be more calm tomorrow. I won't catch a thing today with these waves. No doubt. Damnit." He takes another heavy breath and takes the spear's handle and arches it upward toward the sky and with a flexing arm, lets it soar toward the edge of the ocean. The waves roll in. The first set doesn't touch the metal blade, but as the second and third rolls in, it covers it more and more. Jax sighs. Guess I better get up and get that before It gets washed out to sea. My mom will have an absolute fit if I lose another spear to the ocean. Shit...

Moments drag on and he still he sits. His dark eyes watches the ocean push and pull against the spear in the sand. Back and forth. Closer and closer the water comes, then the handle begins to fall in the water and risks being taken out and hidden somewhere deep within the ocean. Jax almost lets it do just that. He closes his eyes and messes with his drenched and dripping hair. His hand ruffling it just so that it spikes itself and sand particles mix with it as well. "Get up and get it already..."

With one fluid movement, Jax stands up and fixes his swimming shorts. The water was colder than the other days and he just wanted to warm up again before he went back in. Thanks to his spear and short temper, going back into the ocean wouldn't come later. He walks to slowly to the shore line where the sand disappears beneath the rolling waves only to notice someone coming his way. Someone he'd never really met before but it made him curious. His first objective would be to grab the spear, but no sooner had he come just inches from it that it fell into the water. Jax moves quickly, bending down to scoop up the fishing spear before standing up and glancing in the pale haired boy's direction.

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Solidifying //Anzie<3 Dec 3, 2013 10:31:45 GMT -5

Post by анзие (Anz) on Dec 3, 2013 10:31:45 GMT -5

Rafe Ashley Archer
16 years . male . district 4 . Luke Worrall

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If you ever feel like you're gonna fall,
oh I'll be there
And if you ever feel down or feel small,
oh don't despair
And if you ever feel lost or feel alone, c'mon home
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He's bouncing at the shoreline but to him it feels like it's the edge of the world with endless ocean spreading out before him. The water at his feet barely touches his toes (and when it brushes gently against the skin he shudders and has to move backwards as though the water grew hands and was trying to pull him to his death in the endless depths within). Quite frankly, Rafe is tired of feeling so scared of the water.

Today will be the day,

[/i] he thinks, bouncing on his toes like an athlete readying himself for action (or like a swimmer ready to leap into water at a moment's notice). Today will be the day that I actually swim past the part of the beach where my feet no longer touch the ground and I'll pretty much be floating above empty space. No, it's not a bad idea at all.

(The idea scares him.)

He really tries, though, to move his feet into the water (where he'll be able to feel cold and grains of salt and sand stick to his skin, the beginning of a larger being catching his feet to drag him down). He tries his hardest to force himself in but for whatever reason (fear) his body shuts down and refuses to respond to his mental screaming.

Rafe's shoulders slump.

He can't do it today. Today most certainly isn't his day for conquering his fears... Why do I have to be so scared?[/i] He hates himself.

Slowly, Rafe turns to leave the beach. His bare feet make no sound but leave tracks (a memento of this day, the day he actually tried; he might as well have been screaming, Hey world, I gave it my best shot!) on the sand as he trudges the gentle slope to civilization.

It came unexpectedly, right in his face.

The bird squawks at him, feathers flying everywhere as it screeches to a half-stop to change direction and go right by him (Rafe cringed back in shock, hands half covering his face in protection against what he imagined to be sharp beaks and deadly claws). When he finally realizes that he isn't dead (or being pecked to death by a flock of birds, he lowers his hands and looks upwards. White feathers float around him as the bird - a gull - circles over his head lazily.

Are you talking to me?[/i] he wants to ask it. Are you telling me to try again?[/i]

Determination fills him. He will.

Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to turn around and march back down the slope. The bird follows him overhead, gliding on majestic wings, a silent protector. It says he can do it today - at least he hopes that's what it's saying because otherwise he'd just be a dead body in the ocean, polluting the Capitol's supply of fish. But he won't. Will he? Rafe squares his shoulders silently and stares over the ocean. It won't be the conqueror today.

Not today. It's won enough.

So lost in thought he is that he doesn't notice the man with the big spear until it's almost too late. Fear jumps up to his throat and any determination he possessed before is drained out of him at the sight of a weapon. His eyes dart to the man, who stares at him suspiciously. I'm going to die.

He stops stock-still. Should he run? Should he try talking to him? Running is probably a bad idea. Talking to him sounds like an even worse idea; who knows, this man might just get sick of him and stab him right through the chest with that spear.

He's terrified and he doesn't want to be.

"I..." What does he say? "Sorry," he blurts, but he has no idea what for. Has he actually done something wrong? His mind is blank, he can't think.

It's fear and it has too strong a hold on Rafe's life.

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Solidifying //Anzie<3 Jan 9, 2014 7:47:35 GMT -5

Post by * on Jan 9, 2014 7:47:35 GMT -5

There he stands. His hands dripping with salty sea water. His face still elicits some water droplets from his dripping hair that cascades down his cheekbones. Rolling down until it reaches the edge of his chin, collects together, then drops to the sand below to mix with the rest of the ocean and add back just that small little droplett. He stares after the pale haired boy who seems shell-shocked. Terrified for some reason. Was it the fishing spear he was holding? Could he be scared that Jax would use his anger against him next? Well, go on. Speak, dude. Don't just stand there staring at me.

Jax begins to move the spear around in a circle until it hugs up against the side of his arm and lays it directly on the line of his ribs, up and down. The pointed part of the spear straight up toward the sky. Finally, he hears the boy speak and it only makes Jax raise an eyebrow, then tilt the spear forward and back again a few times, tapping his skin. What is he apologizing for?

"Dunno what the 'sorry' is about, but have I done something to offend you?" His voice comes out in a rather comical tone, but still serious at the same time. All the while, Jax studies the boys features. His eyes dance across the guys shoulders and then down to his feet. Definately not a swimmer... His statue like body stands completely still until he hears the boy in front of him speak again, but instead of waiting he once again announces himself to the young man in front of him.

"Umm... Yeah. I'm talking to you?" Jax shakes his head. His fingers flex around the spear once again, angling it toward the sea. He pulls it backward with his arm, glaces over at the guy, then with a bite to his lips and arching back, he lets the spear soar through the air along the shoreline until it lands someone once again deep into the sand. The water rushes up to the metal spear, and begins the same thing over again. The sea threatens to take his spear out to sea.

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Solidifying //Anzie<3 Feb 12, 2014 3:57:41 GMT -5

Post by анзие (Anz) on Feb 12, 2014 3:57:41 GMT -5

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district 4 | 16 | male | Luke Worrall

[presto]

Rafe should really come to expect people on the beach. Particularly people with deadly weapons, because District Four really is a career district, even they aren't as well-received in the Games as One and Two. And so Rafe should expect to see people training on the beach, the beach being the largest area of space to train quietly without causing chaos.

But it still shocks him to the core, and it still kind of scares the heck out of him.

Nervously, Rafe eyes the tall spear in the other man's hands. He fiddles with it, and tucks it close to his body like it might be a lover of some sort, the tip close to his face as though it's not sharp enough to cut his ear off. How does he do that?

"Dunno what the 'sorry' is about, but have I done something to offend you? Yeah. I'm talking to you?" The man's eyes run over Rafe in a way that makes him blush a brilliant red (he might have made an involuntary squeaking noise but he blames it on his fear rather than the fact that no one has ever looked him over so slowly in that way, even if Rafe kind of thinks that he's probably being judged for anything and everything that he's doing).

"U-um. N-no, you haven't," Rafe stammers, his voice shaking and wavering, threatening to crack at any given moment. He clears his throat and tries to steady himself (but there's nothing he can grab onto, his hand opening and closing like it might be looking for a bar he can grip like it's an anchor). "I mean, you.. you were just-"

Just practicing, Rafe wants to say, but the words die off at the tip of his tongue.

The look on the guy's face might be amusement or something else entirely as his body bends back like a reed to fling the spear towards the water. And even though the spear lands nowhere near Rafe, he can't quite help himself. He lets out a startled little cry and covers his face, every cell of his body certain that he's about to die. (He's still alive, he's still breathing.)

It's getting a little hard to breathe.

His arms tremble violently and his knees feel a little bit weak, like he's about to fall over. And who's breath comes so fast that it sounds like they're trying to gulp down as much air as they can? They need to share, Rafe finds a distant part of himself thinking, or there won't be enough air for the rest of us.

Rafe's heart thunders in his ears and he covers them with both his hands. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

"I... I can't breathe."

He doesn't know if he said that aloud or if his voice is just reverberating in his head but it feels like the crash of the waves is far too loud to him, even with his hands over his ears, and everything feels like it's floating.

"I can't breathe," he whispers and his throat closes up and this, this is why he skips training. This is why they laugh at him.

His breath sticks in his throat and he can't breathe.

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Solidifying //Anzie<3 Feb 27, 2014 12:35:41 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 27, 2014 12:35:41 GMT -5

I want to be like Water

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The man looks over the pale haired boy like he was a peice of meat. Studying his figure. His muscles, or lack there of, and the horribly statuesque-like boy. It don't bother Jax at all with the way he's behaving in front of him, but to just totally be ignored is something he'd rather not have to deal with. So, with yet another forceful request to find out about him, he finally speaks up after making a small noise. His gaze returns to the boy almost immediately to hear that he hadn't offended him at all, through studders of voice.

Poor kid.

Jax's head moves from side to side at the boy, a sheepish grin following soon after. It's almost ridiculous to say that the man who'd thrown the spear only moments ago, seemed to have made this boy blush then all of a sudden the voice has turned to nothing but a wavering sense of fear to speak clearly.

What is his problem? He acts as though I've scared him or something? Whatever is going on with the poor lad, Jax don't really seem to take much notice. Better things to do is crossing his mind as he lets his eyes move toward the spear in his hands and a moment later it soars through the air. There in the distance it sticks prostrait out of the water. The salty ocean vomit trying to pull it back down into its gullet.

A heavy sigh.

"I was just what? Go on, spit it out..." A little rough, his voice may be, but he just don't understand what's going on inside of the young man he happend to scare and make him yelp when he threw the spear. Jax raises his eyebrow and crosses his arms in front of him, displaying a much bigger scene to be seen.

Only a moment later, Jax notices the trembling of the boy's arms. Something prickles the back of his neck, causing the hairs to stand on end when the boy began to hiccup as if he needed air. Alarming at most, Jax moves closer to him, both eyebrows furrowed in distaste for the situation. With just one more moment, the boy's hands go to his ears and he starts muttering something.

"What? What's wrong?" Jax's voice changes dramatically into this fearful one. Concern? He steps even closer to the boy, letting his hand move nearer to the boy. Is he goign to pass out on me? What the hell did I do to make him wanna pass out? Curiousity strikes him down as the boy verbally whispers to Jax just once more, hearing him this time.

"I can't breath."

Already, Jax's moves his hand to touch the boy's arm and moves his own body downward just slightly to get a better look at his face. He becomes close to the boy, watching his eyes.Eye contact. Give me eye contact.

"Hey! Look at me. Calm down, okay? Slow breaths. Easy breaths." He tries to say and begins to look around the beach for anyone near and without the need to call for help until it was dire, he felt he might be able to control whatever is going on first. He pushes gently on the boys arm, going to his side, letting one arm hover behind him incase he falls. "Sit down... okay? I'll help you. Why can't you breath?"
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I want to slip through fingers, But hold up a ship

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