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metis
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last seen Apr 22, 2012 21:55:02 GMT -5

New friends (open) Apr 22, 2012 2:09:30 GMT -5

Post by metis on Apr 22, 2012 2:09:30 GMT -5

Metis was walking slowly down to the beach, her head buried in a book. She was reading about the various plants that you find on coastal areas, and she wanted to try and identify some for herself. The day was pleasant, but a little cold, so Metis had wrapped herself up snugly in a long skirt and a poncho. She enjoyed walking down the steep cliffs from her home in the lighthouse down to the water, so used to the journey that she didn't have to look where she was going.

She sun beat down on her face, reflecting off the white sand that was cool against her bare feet. Her legs took her straight to her favourite rock, where she sat down without once looking up from her book. The people swimming and playing around her were no distraction. Metis often spent her free time like this, reading or rock-climbing alone, as her friends often had to work. She didn't mind, she enjoyed the solitude, using the time to indulge herself with learning.

Sometimes, she wished she had someone to share this with. She wished she wasn't so shy so she could just go up to the group of kids swimming, and join them. But as long as they were there, she was going to stay on the beach, safe from the others where she couldn't embarass herself.

So absorbed in her book, Metis didn't notice the ball flying stright towards her head until it was too land. She bit her tongue as the ball smashed into her nose, leaving a bright red mark as she spat out the blood. Metis's heart dropped; she was mortified. Even sitting here she had managed to do something wrong. Metis picked up the ball and threw it back without looking were it was going. 'Sorry,' she said, feeling it was her fault despite having done nothing.

Why don't you come and find out?

Sofie
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last seen Apr 25, 2012 14:05:45 GMT -5

New friends (open) Apr 23, 2012 20:39:30 GMT -5

Post by Sofie on Apr 23, 2012 20:39:30 GMT -5

Sofie thistledeen had just gotten done selling the last of the clams her and her dad caught today. She was feeling good. With money in her pocket and food in her stomach. She decided to try something new today and skip going down to the beach- which she loves so much! She searched her house for something 'new' to entertain herself with so she wouldn't just walk aimlessly around town(She does that when she has absolutely nothing to do). She found a good sized hard plastic ball that she decided would do. She ran outside and down to where she was overlooking the bay.

The view always stunned her. She could never get used to seeing the water lapping against the shore, or the sun reflecting against the water. She started out by just bouncing the ball on the ground, then off her knees, or feet or head. Then she started throwing it hinge up against a tree or rock then trying to catch it. She flung the ball high up near the top of the tree, and prepared herself for it to come down. Then her eyes wondered down to the bay and she noticed a girl sitting down absorbed in a book, -thats nice- she thought.

She forgot about the ball and as it hit the ground, it propelled down toward the bay and or course, right into the girl. It smashed into her face and blood started to flow. -Oh my.. what have i done!- she thought. She scrambled down to the spot where she was sitting. not caring she threw the ball the total opposite way it came from. She stopped in front of the girl "Oh my gosh! Are you ok? I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" She cried

Last Edit: Apr 23, 2012 20:40:06 GMT -5 by Sofie

Team Peeta<3 BUUUT....
If I couldn't pick gale or Peeta..
I'd be team FINNICK<<<<<333333

Lili Anna
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last seen Dec 21, 2012 12:09:32 GMT -5

New friends (open) Apr 24, 2012 11:12:20 GMT -5

Post by Lili Anna on Apr 24, 2012 11:12:20 GMT -5

Lilia loved to swim. It had been a while since she'd had a decent couple hours to herself, without delivering rope for her dad or being yelled at by fisherman for scaring away the fish. She'd spent the morning on one of the boats with a neighbour, a well off fisherman who sometimes brought her along if she was free in case he dropped anything into the water. It was easy work; he'd drop something about once every hour, and it was never more than 20 metres below the surface. For the rest of the time she'd sit with a book, lazing out of the way of the guys pulling in nets and spearing the larger fish. And when he pulled in at just past noon, he paid her with a sandwich for lunch and a decent amount of fish for her and her father to eat at dinner.

Having eaten part of the sandwich and stashed her bag (filled with a book, her cloths and the fish) in her neighbour's boat, she'd spent a while swimming in an emptier part of the sea. Resting every now and then on coastal shelves, she stared out over the water, peacefully happy. The waters crashed into white on the golden sand, as the suns rays beat green on the surface. Facing upwards while underwater, the sun was a wonderful off-white colour, and the world was tinted green. The shoals of fish swam far beneath her. Occasionally she worked up the energy to go a good hundred metres below the surface.

Eventually, the hunger of swimming got the better of her and she swam towards the dock and clambered onto the boat. Retrieving her bag and grabbing a spare towel lying on the deck, she dried herself off and pulled on her maxi dress and sandals. Forcing herself to eat slowly, she walked along the shoreline to a cluster of rocks. Her brown eyes were fixated on the horizon, her dark hair hanging in wet strands around her shoulders. She'd sit and read for a while, before swimming again then going home.

But there was a commotion going on. There were normally others around the area, but certainly no bleeding girls and people throwing balls. As the blonde girl ran over to the other, Lilia hovered for a moment. They were both older than her. It was awkward. Lilia was awkward. The whole thing screamed awkward. But she realised that one of them would probably seen her, so she walked towards them, slowly, awkwardly. When she got nearer, she reached into her bag and pulled out a hemp cloth. One of the good things about being a rope maker's daughter. Plenty of hemp. Sometimes people would come in asking for leftover scraps of material, so they'd decided to start making decently sized pieces, foot long squares roughly, to sell on. She held it out.

"Here."