No point in watering concrete [Glitter, Blintz'n]

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No point in watering concrete [Glitter, Blintz'n] Jan 7, 2012 1:36:43 GMT -5

Post by meg. on Jan 7, 2012 1:36:43 GMT -5

Four in the morning, and the beach is quiet. It won't be for very long, seeing as the boats start leaving in an hour an a half or so, for the early bird catches the worm and so the early boat catches the fish and shrimp and crayfish and shark and many other oceanic creatures that eventually end up in peoples stomachs. But for now, no-one's around. For Iosanna, it's the perfect oppotunity to re-learn to swim, this time without an arm. She would doesn't want anyone to see her floundering like an eel thrown in the sky. For her, not being able to swim anymore is the most embarrasing part about the loss of her arm- imagine, a four-dweller who can't swim- even worse, a career.

She's determined to learn, but so far her attempts aren't working. She may be one of the only people in the district who know what it feels like to be one of the million fish hauled from the oceans every year- she knows what it's like to not feel safe in an element that she once used to own, to eat sleep and breath. And now she cannot do the thing that used to not only make her smile but make her mummy and daddy smile too.

On the beach sits her denim pants and a blanket that swaddles a large crystal old-man bottle of whisky. She's stolen it from her father, but neither he nor she cares. He's given up with his focus on keeping her clean now that she is useless- as a career and a daughter. Besides, she needed a good few swings of the burning cool liquid to convince herself to get into the water, and now, she realizes as she shivers violently as the black water passes her navel- she's going to need more once she gets out.

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No point in watering concrete [Glitter, Blintz'n] Jan 7, 2012 1:49:33 GMT -5

Post by glitter . on Jan 7, 2012 1:49:33 GMT -5

i'm not a liar

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Whatever had overcome Glaucia enough for her to haul her ass out of bed at four in the morning... She didn't know. She figured it was habit because every morning at four when she lived in the capitol she'd go for a run. But outside of that little piece of information, she had no idea what was going on. And she just shrugged and accepted the fact that she was going to go outside. Maybe it'd give her a break from the stuffy house that her aunt kept, the one that was always occupied by the same insane people she had to put up with a daily basis. But thankfully, minus her twin sister, the person who she hated with a firing passion. Like, honestly. She found Bambi to be ridiculous and utterly the only person in the world who would be as ridiculous as her. Apparently Bambi still dyed her hair, but just with disgusting things like berry juice. And she'd always thought that she was unique. Sighing, she folded her arms as she walked outside of her house and jogged down to the beach, in which was pretty much deserted since most of the time district four wasn't really preoccupied.

And as she finally made it onto the beach, she saw somebody trying to surface themselves in the water. What. The. Hell. It was too cold for that. She sighed, and ran towards the person in the water "OKAY. YOU'RE GOING TO GET HYPOTHERMIA OR SOMETHING. WHATEVER. IT DOESN'T MATTER. BUT. HYPPTHERMIA."

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- - - glaucia achelle britton

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No point in watering concrete [Glitter, Blintz'n] Jan 7, 2012 2:11:12 GMT -5

Post by meg. on Jan 7, 2012 2:11:12 GMT -5

She was so close to feeling two hands when she pressed her hands together. Keeping her arms- one existent, one imaginary- pressed to the sides of her head, she dove into the cold water, an action that used to propel her for meters with little movement. She floundered like a finned shark, and sunk to the cool sandy depths. Although the water which she was in only came just above her stomach when she was standing, she stayed on the ocean bottom a few seconds too long, feeling the lack of oxygen compressing her lungs, squeezing them. And then, using her legs, two matching limbs which were still complete, she pushed herself back up too the surface, the cold night air biting at her as she filled her heavy cavernous chest with salted air.

"OKAY. YOU'RE GOING TO GET HYPOTHERMIA OR SOMETHING. WHATEVER. IT DOESN'T MATTER. BUT. HYPPTHERMIA."

She wasn’t sure whether the words were real or not. She imagined many things these days. She imagined that she still had a left arm, but an imaginary limb doesn’t hold a bow up very well, nor is it particularly accurate with throwing knives. But as she looked towards the shore, there was a dark figure standing there. She tried once again to dive into the water, to dive away from the voice of rationality, but once again, it failed.

She gave up with the failed attempts to relearn to swim for tonight. She didn’t want to continue to fail with someone watching, at least.

Her wet cotton shirt took heat away from her body, making her shiver violently.

“Thanks.” The words were sarcastic, and even a deaf beggar would be able to determine that they were not thankful.

She reached her pile of clothes, and took out the decanter. The liquid burnt her throat and warmed her inside, although it did little for her actual temperature.

She took another swig and then turned to the girl.

“Want some?”

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Last Edit: Jan 7, 2012 2:11:42 GMT -5 by meg.

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No point in watering concrete [Glitter, Blintz'n] Jan 7, 2012 2:36:24 GMT -5

Post by glitter . on Jan 7, 2012 2:36:24 GMT -5

i'm not a liar

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Glaucia was one of those people that was always... Action-rock, dancing with her hands up. She wasn't going to be the person who directly put her emotions on her sleeve and was pretty artificial. And the fake concern about the said about whatever was going to suck pretty bad. I mean, she was sympathetic, but most of the time, she was more of the quiet person and would rather not get involved in other people and their hypothermia issues. I mean, sure, she'd hate to have someone who knew stuff about it to say something, but she'd rather not have to endure the torture known as caring about people. Sighing, she walked across the beach, after hearing a sarcastic remark that dug at her skin and stung like a knife. She sighed and looked at the girl with her charcoal-lidded eyes, blinking and shaking her head for emphasis. "Oh, you're quite welcome. Bitch." She rolled her eyes and looked at the girl again, frustration beaming across her face.

"And no. I don't want any of your fresh little vodka or whatever that is."

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No point in watering concrete [Glitter, Blintz'n] Jan 15, 2012 18:08:23 GMT -5

Post by meg. on Jan 15, 2012 18:08:23 GMT -5

"Oh, you're quite welcome. Bitch."

She liked this. It was the first time in months that she had been shown emotions that weren’t sugar-coated and sickly sweet, but that weren’t blood-raw either. Something that was, real, but not too real. People from before the accident couldn’t see her as she was now, ‘armless and all, but only the person she used to be.

The sand clung to her wet underpants as she sat, wrapping the blanket around her. It didn’t stop the numbing cold, but the chattering subsided a little. She could deal with the freezing, but she didn’t want to look weak in front of this girl, who was judging her enough already. It wasn’t that she minded being judged, but she did not want to be perceived as weak.

‘I’m the bitch?’ She said, picking her words like the best 3-for-four-dollars-herrings at the market. In other words, carefully.

"And no. I don't want any of your fresh little vodka or whatever that is."

Sanna had no reponse for this. It wasn’t something she was used to, being treated as immature. Babied, yes, because her parents did want her in any worse a situation than were she already was. But never made out to be like she was some little girl, vying for attention. It took her a few moments to get her words together.

“ Run along then, sweetums, if you don’t want to play. Go find someone who cares about your stupid flashy hair.”

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