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Nitya Demont
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First Meetings(gopokes/open) Jul 10, 2012 0:56:21 GMT -5

Post by Nitya Demont on Jul 10, 2012 0:56:21 GMT -5

I am not in a particularly good mood today. The weather has been wrecking things for the fishing businesses and many of the other people here. It's put everybody on edge about everything which always makes me restless and uncomfortable. That in turn makes me all restless and defensive and not my usual self. Today was just one of those days that added to that. I'm not in a bad mood, but I'm sure that I'm putting out my don't mess with me vibe. That's how I ended up out on the beach; I had to get away from the job to try and calm myself down a little bit. It's worked a little, but I'm still out of sorts. My fingers trace a random pattern in the sand as I consider my options. Given there aren't many, but choices are still nice.

I suppose that I could attempt to go back to my family's, but I don't really feel like being there right now. I'd probably do more damage than good, and we need all the sales we can get. Another option would be to head into town, the market, or the trading post. None of those really sound right either since I'm not in need of anything at the moment. I did bring a spear and a bucket, plus my family has a few nets out here. I could check them. That really seems like the best fit. I can both accomplish something and stay away from the shop. My eyes look around the area, and I'm surprise that nobody is out here. I guess most people are busy with other things.

I decide to check our nets first and decide to leave the spear in a little cove of rocks. This way it won't get carried off by the water. Then, I wade into the water and swim out to a small cove a ways out from shore. I find the line and give it a little pull. The weight hasn't changed which means it is empty still. I move to the next one which is also empty. The last one is more encouraging. I pull, and I can tell there are fish in it. Dragging it with me, I bring it to shore and sit to start disentangling the fish from it. As I begin to put the fish in the bucket, I suddenly hear a sound.

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First Meetings(gopokes/open) Jul 10, 2012 18:40:51 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Jul 10, 2012 18:40:51 GMT -5

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The sun is nowhere to be found today, but that’s not going to stop me. Today was my first day off from training and school in longer than I can remember. I deserve this, at least a little bit. I tell myself this, so that I won’t feel guilty about leaving my 14 year old sister at home with the other four kids to look after. The ominous gray clouds overhead promise rain, an unwelcomed guest if there ever was one. I don’t have a lot of time to get to the beach, before this rain starts to fall. While it may ruin my time off, the rain promises a good harvest for the fishermen of the district, of which my father is one. For the past month, he has come home more drunk and more angry than I can ever remember. It hasn’t been a good month down at the docks with the heat driving most of the fish into deeper waters, making it almost impossible to catch them. The sand is soft beneath my feet as I walk onto the beach, kicking off my shoes. I plop down on the sand, pulling on my five-finger shoes. I generally only wear these when I am training or surfing, and today is all about the latter. I could do a little fishing while I’m out here, my cove isn’t far anyway.

The surf crashes around my waste as I wade out into the waters. Despite the gray skies and lack of light, the water is still warm around me, making me feel even more at home than I usually do. I paddle and paddle, diving under swells and emerging again, until I reach my spot, about sixty yards out into the water. The waves are violent, signs of a coming storm, but that only makes it more fun. What teenage guy doesn’t enjoy a little danger? The rides are freeing, allowing me to forget everything, at least until I catch the next one. What seems like hours has passed, and the clouds overhead haven’t thinned out at all. I paddle back in to the shore, my face absolutely a live with joy and contentment.

I hit the shore and toss my board up on the sand, and turn back into the water. It’s significantly choppier, indicating that the storm is near at hand. I swim out around the rocks that protrude out from the beach, and turn back to face the point. My foot reaches out, and finds the foothold I have made in my many trips out here, And then I wait. I wait until a swell comes in, big enough to help lift me up onto the rock. As soon as this happens. The wave is stronger than I generally deal with, and so it slams me back first on the rock.”Whoa! Son of a gun that hurt.” I look down and see my knee scraped, and my shin is bloodied.Oh well, just gotta watch for the fins now I guess. With a shrug, I walk forward to where there is a space in the rocks. Reaching my hand in, I grasp the bow and arrows my father had me stash here. The story behind them makes us seem like thieves, and I guess for all intents and purposes we were, but that’s for another time. I turn, slinging the quiver over my shoulder and walk down the rocks. I see a girl swimming, and diving. I assume she is checking nets, whether they are personal or business is beyond me, and honestly I don’t really care.

I must tread carefully along the slippery rocks, until I am probably five yards from the shore line, and there he is. A fish, flashing his broad silvery side just beneath the surface, and probably ten of his buddies in a small inlet in the rocks. I pull an arrow, knock it, draw it back to my cheek, my eyes locked on the large one, and let it fly. The arrow impacts the fish, and blood begins to swirl around it. I smile, knowing I have just fed myself, and allowed my father spend a little less money to feed all of us. I pull the line attached to the arrow and pull the fish out of the water, holding it up at eye level to examine it. I guess I linger too long, as another wave crashes down. This wave is huge, way beyond my skill to surf, or even swim against; it crashes on my back, causing me to lose my footing. I slip into the water, more of a fall really, and am instantly slammed against the rocks. For an instant I lose my bearings, and all I want to do it surface, Once I do, I see that I am headed right back into the rocks, I turn myself as best I can, so I won't run headfirst into the sides of them. As I get near to them, I coil my legs and kick off hard, the fishing line tearing into my hand as I struggle to hold on to it. I flop myself onto the beach, spewing water from my mouth and I stare up at the sky, attempting to regain my breath. I turn my head a little, and see that I flopped myself just over five feet from the girl who was just in the water. I wince as I look at my hand, examining the laceration the fishing line made; but it’s worth it, because the little guy is still skewered on the end of the arrow.

Last Edit: Jul 10, 2012 23:21:21 GMT -5 by gopokes612

Nitya Demont
Merchant

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First Meetings(gopokes/open) Jul 11, 2012 2:02:34 GMT -5

Post by Nitya Demont on Jul 11, 2012 2:02:34 GMT -5

Working with the net always was a little difficult. Some of the fish had spines, and one couldn't always see it through the netting and seaweed. As I worked, something just to the side of my vision caught my attention. It was a boy that I had never seen before. That was a little unusual since most of us were familiar with at least all of the kids that were of reaping age in the district. One got used to seeing the faces of others while you waited to find out if it was your turn or not. He seemed to be working with a line; I wondered briefly if he was having any luck out there but soon turned back to my work as I almost got a spine through my finger. Some of these fish were not the nicest but did get money. Still, it was obvious that at this point I was going to need to use the bandages and disinfectant I had brought with me. It was something I tried to have on me when I even considered going out to fish.

There were only a couple of more fish left for me to untangle when I noticed the boy from before. My eyes widened as I realized that he was in definite trouble. He was being battered about on the rocks. There was no telling how long he had; he absolutely had to get out of there. Quickly I threw my net a little ways up the beach so the fish couldn't get back to the water, and I immediately dashed towards the boy. I'm a pretty strong swimmer, so I feel sure that I can at least get to him. However, before I can dive into the water, I see him come up on the beach. It looks like he kicked himself off the rocks. Still, he's spewing out water, and while it's really none of my business, I feel the need to at least check on him. After all, there was a strong chance that he could've died.

First I go back to my things and grab the disinfectant and some bandages just in case. When working in the shop or trading, I can usually be friendly with people, but in situations like this I often feel a little awkward. Almost immediately, I find my walls going up. I keep going towards him though; I'm not letting that stop me from checking on him. Fortunately, he isn't that far away. I immediately notice the blood on his hand. "Let me see that," I say a little more firmly than I mean to. I'm worried, so that comes out especially when I help my mother. Sometimes the people she treats can be a handful. "I have something I can put on it." I hold out the bandages so that he can at least see that I'm not lying about it or anything.

I realize that if I don't recognize him, he probably doesn't know me either. It would probably be best to at least offer a quick introduction. "My name's Nitya Demont. My family owns one of the fishing businesses not too far from here." I pause for a moment. "You got really lucky," I say. I'm sure he's aware, but honestly we get enough death and stuff. It would be a shame and a waste to lose somebody this way.