Smell the Sea (Stare/Blitz)

Feed me. This is what the hunger of his addiction says everyday, but Everett fights it. A battle between work and pleasure. This is how it went every day. The voice of his addiction making it known to him that it was hungry for more. Hungry for the beautiful cliff with ocean on the bottom. Hungry for the feeling of the air cutting his skin in a stinging pain. Hungry for the way the ocean feels as he pierces it's calm and steady waters. But the hunger would have to be kept at bay, until Everett was done with his work.

The net in his hands reminds him of the life he lives. A pattern that repeats itself over and over again with almost no differences in the day. Every piece placed perfectly as it had been before. Cliffs, work, meeting in the square, career training, cliffs again, dinner, cliffs, sleep, and repeat. The same knot tied along the rope over and over again. A boring day to his rather tedious, but enjoyable job on the dock. The fisherman set off to do their daily job that Everett supplies. Nets are always needed in the beautiful district known as District four.

The smell of the sea was another thing about his job that he loved. The salty scent always made his body feel like it's on the edge. A possible link to the cliffs is what people would thing, but the ocean always did this to Everett. The smell just flows freely into his nostrils like they belonged there for only him to smell. The rope in his hands slowly forming into the knots needed to make a net. His eyes focusing on the nets and all of his ropes. A tedious, but important task that needed to be done.