the sea is calling [open]

Lexi
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the sea is calling [open] Apr 23, 2012 18:25:37 GMT -5

Post by Lexi on Apr 23, 2012 18:25:37 GMT -5

she wants to be free;
text speaking thoughts someone else

A day like this was certainly one she couldn't pass up, not on any chance. But then again, she rarely ever passed up the chance to go to the shore. After all, it was quite a sanctuary to her, and she wasn't about to let another scolding from her parents keep her from the sound of the crashing waves, the feel of the cool ocean breeze, the cry of the birds. They should of realized how natural it was. After all, those of District Four were often known for their talent with the sea as well as the love for it, and Vera knew she was no exception.

As each step forward pushed her farther from home and closer to the water, she listened to the different sounds around her, imagining what each and every little thing was. At times she hated having this curse to never have a chance to see the world, not even once, but other times she saw it as a blessing. She could hear things better than most people after all, and not seeing opened up a whole new world for her. Each sound was unique, and it was only from the single sound that a picture could be painted in her mind, her imagination running wild as various options for whatever it's appearance could be ran through her head.

Such was the case now, in fact. She could hear the various footsteps around her and knew the street was crowded, but she didn't care. She tuned out the familiar sound of her fellow District members, instead focusing on the hidden sounds, the less important things, if you will. To Vera, it was the simple things that mattered the most, because to her, the simple things made up the bigger picture. A day of work could turn into a success in the future, or a single caught fish could brighten the day of a boy. The simple things mattered, whether people believed so or not.

Lost in her own, personal thoughts, she continued through the crowd of the masses, waiting for the one sound that would brighten her own day. A crash, then the soft whisper as the sand was pulled from it's place on the shore, being pulled out into the unknown. A smile lit up her face, her eyes gazing sightless of the direction she knew the waters of the sea were located. After being cooped up behind the confining walls of her school, she was more than glad to get out to the beaches, only wanting to feel at home in the one place she actually could.

Her bag slipped from her shoulder, and as she strode across the sand, she slipped her simple flats from her feet, letting them lie in the sand as she sighed softly at the feel of the cool grains of dirt beneath her feet. She reached up and pulled her hair out of the intricate her mother had administered upon her that morning, her chocolate colored hair falling down for a few moments before being caught in the toss of the wind. And as the wind blew through the thin fabric of the blouse, cooling her skin, she laughed, stepping into the cold water without much more of a thought.

She turned her face to the sky, smiling as the sunlight touched her face, her arms spread out wide behind her as another round of wind collided with her. She was happy, at peace. A feeling that could only rise within her whenever she was here though. Slowly she let her arms drop to her sides, her skin rubbing against the rough fabric of her shorts, standing in silence as she let the water lap against her skin, reveling in the feeling as she imagined what the water looked like as it rippled around her. Yes, she was home. The sea was always a home to her. Well, more than the one she had at least.

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the sea is calling [open] Apr 23, 2012 19:25:21 GMT -5

Post by Minerva on Apr 23, 2012 19:25:21 GMT -5

"Triton? What's wrong?" Piper could always tell when her brothers were upset. Slowly, gently, she scooched over next to him on the bench in their kitchen. "Trit?"

"Nothing Piper. It's nothing."

Piper waited. He would open up if he was upset; Trit always talked to her when he was upset. She knew how to wait, she knew how to listen, she knew how to keep secrets. Even though Piper was younger than Triton, he often told her the things that he simply couldn't tell their mother. Actually, these things were usually about their mother.

"No. No, it's not nothing. It's mother. When isn't it mother?" Trit said it sadly, resigned to the reality of their mother's ridiculous ambition. "She's making me take more tesserae this year, as if we need it."

Piper waited for more, but it didn't come. Instead her brother shrugged and shook himself off, almost like a stirring animal. He looked down at her and their eyes met, his gray and stormy, like a hurricane brooding over the sea, hers gray and clear, like the misty hour before the dawn. "But you don't need to hear about that. You'll have plenty of your own years to worry about the reaping." With that he left.

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Piper walked to the beach, her refuge, her thinking place, her home. She reflected on her brief conversation with her brother. What he doesn't understand-what none of them understand-is that their problems are my problems. That I'm not some clueless child. I see, I think. I know when there's a problem. But not on the beach. Problems vanish on the beach, they vanish with the tides.

She heard the squawking of the gulls overhead. That's the one thing I hate about the sea. The gulls remind me of mother. She lifted her face up to the sun, drinking in the dry salt air. Let them screech. I've never let mother bother me, I don't want to be bothered here. Not in this place, where you can pour out your heart, soul, thoughts, and tears and no one's the wiser. Piper lowered her face and began to walk again. She thought of her favorite book, the Old Man and the Sea. "A man is never lost at sea," that's what it said. Piper hadn't understood that for so long. But as she got older, she began to think that perhaps the author had been trying to say something beyond the physical. Maybe a man is never lost at sea, because it is on the sea that he finds himself.

Piper broke into a run. She need to be where she could feel the lapping of the waves and see the sparkling of the sun on the water. She ran, all the way to the water, not letting herself stop until she was in the waves. She was in the water, the salty, healing water. And just as she was about to relax she turned to her left. A girl was there. But she wasn't looking at Piper. Unsure if she should say something, Piper waited. She smiled, Piper's life seemed to be made up of a continuous waiting game. Why not initiate? Just once? Piper looked back over at the unfamiliar girl. She couldn't think of anything exceptionally clever or exiting to say, so she kept it simple.

"Hey. Beautiful day isn't it?"

Lexi
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the sea is calling [open] Apr 23, 2012 20:06:50 GMT -5

Post by Lexi on Apr 23, 2012 20:06:50 GMT -5

she wants to be free;
text speaking thoughts someone else

She could hear the approach, but she did not move. She refused to. If this stranger chose to stay, then they would stay, simple as that. But it was now that she choose the smell of the sea, that salty sweet smell, and the tickle of the breeze as she stood in silence. There was no wrong or right here. No one was better than the other. With the sea, it was always a simple, equal balance. There was nothing more to it than that.

The peaceful sound of the crashing of the waves was disrupted, ruined as the crashing steps of this stranger broke the tide. In a way it angered her, but she said nothing. In a way, she was slightly angry. The beauty of the sound, the perfect flow of the waves....this stranger had merely come along and ruined the glorious sound, and with it came the disruption Vera had come to feel in the past moments. But she wasn't about to give away such feelings to the new comer. If anything, she had a feeling this person had come here for the same reasons she had: to get away.

"Hey. Beautiful day isn't it?"

Her suspicions were confirmed then. Vera had deduced just from the sound of the steps both on the beach and in the waves that this person was most likely someone rather small, or extremely underweight. But at hearing the small voice, she knew. Her dark colored hair still whipping about in the wind, she turned her eyes to the source of the voice, her ears guiding her every passing second as she slowly responded.

"It feels as such, though I can not agree with you completely. The sun does feel nice though, as does the wind." Her response was ordinary, her voice soft as she slowly made her way through the water towards her little visitor. Each step in the water brought her closer, but it was through the use of the rippling waves that she was able to stop a few feet away from the stranger, reaching up to slowly run a few fingers through her hair as she imagined what might have been going through the girl's mind. She was bound to put the pieces together at some point.

"From what I can hear, you must be young, so I must ask: What brings a young girl to the beach all by herself?" Her question was simple enough, meant in no way to be any sort of violation of any sort of privacy, a simple question meant to know of the reason for why her own peace had been disturbed. A sanctuary, after all, was normally meant for a single person, and the sea had always been her. But maybe it was time to share.

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the sea is calling [open] Apr 25, 2012 16:57:59 GMT -5

Post by Minerva on Apr 25, 2012 16:57:59 GMT -5

When Piper finished speaking, the girl turned to face her. The cloudy eyed girl, Piper immediately dubbed her. While most brown eyes were, deep, or full somehow, this girl's eyes were clouded, like muddied water. It was disturbing, unnatural, and it frightened Piper a bit.

"It feels as such, though I can not agree with you completely. The sun does feel nice though, as does the wind."

The speech of the cloudy eyed girl struck Piper as deliberate, and a bit detached. Almost other worldly, eerie in combination with her eyes. Piper was analyzing the girl, wondering if she had found another person in District 4 who didn't quite fit the mold, when she finally began to register the girl's words. Feels? And she can't completely agree with me? The cloudy eyed girl was moving toward Piper, and again she was struck by the careful and deliberate aura surrounding this girl. Like she was more in-tune with the things she touched than the things she saw. Maybe she is... Piper had heard of people who were blind, but she had never actually met someone with that particular disability. Sure, Piper had met some sailors who had lost an eye, but there's a massive difference between not having an eye, and having an eye that doesn't work.

The girl was very close now, her body seemed to be an extension of the ocean, pulsing with the waves. Piper looked her directly in the eyes, and she knew. The girl was blind. There was a curtain drawn across her eyes, blocking the light from without, internalizing the light from within. If the girl didn't see Piper, she must have seen beyond Piper, or through Piper, or somehow felt Piper without touching her. Because far from looking dead, the girl's eyes appeared alive, only alive in some dimension just beyond Piper's grasp. And I can't be disgusted anymore, I won't judge. How can I pass judgement on a world I can't see or fear a life that I have not lived? The cloudy eyed girl spoke again.

"From what I can hear, you must be young, so I must ask: What brings a young girl to the beach all by herself?"

Piper thought for a moment. What did bring her here? What brought her here really? Beyond running from a frustrating home or trying to drown her worries, what drew her to the sea? The girl asked a simple question, but it was a penetrating question, and the phrasing was poetic. The real answer came upon her as inspiration. One moment it wasn't, and the next moment it was. Piper responded to the girl in a like manner.

"I'm driven from home by cares which force a young girl to things beyond her years. I was brought to the water by the call of the sea, who restores youth and washes such cares away."