Shark Riptide; District Four
Sept 10, 2012 16:32:01 GMT -5
Post by Sharkbaithuhaha on Sept 10, 2012 16:32:01 GMT -5
Name: Shark Riptide
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
Appearance: Shark is infamous for his ever-changing style, from the clothing he wears to the hair styled atop his head, he has never conformed to normality. With a mother rising in the fashion industry to the point the clothing was called upon in high demand to be frequently transported from district four to district one so that her clothing line and ideas could become more accessible to the wealthier segments of a well and truly fragmented population, Shark has for years been her guinea pig, her ideas both flamboyant and visually striking have first been tested on her son, she even went as far as demanding he wore makeup at times to suit her creations. Of course Shark didn’t appreciate the idea of being dolled up to the nines and paraded around like a silly girl, because of this background he’s neither muscularly built nor strong, in-fact he doesn’t particularly have a strong bone in his body. When others were out fishing, swimming, playing or running with their friends Shark was condemned to the household where he’d remain still for hours while his mother took sizes and demanded he concentrate completely on his education, deeming athletics as nonsense and reminding him that in order to get anywhere in life he’d have to follow in her footsteps, perhaps even be a designer for the tributes one day. It was a dream he did not wish upon himself, but because of his inability to upset his mother further after the death of his father, a father he had not known, he’d followed her instructions and remained battling to meet her standards.
Standing at 6’1 he’s an average height for his age, or that is what he’d proclaim if others mentioned his stature, the sculpt of his body is lean though well-fed for the family has never struggled for food and since his mother’s popularity flourished, never will. His hair changes to often to be given a single style but currently it has been clouded with blonde and remains fairly long both front and back though the top is often styled in a messy manner as if he’s just rolled out of bed and given it a brief rustle. The structure of his face mirrors that of his mothers, he’s been told he has rather feminine features much to his dismay and annoyance, it’s been repeated to him that he has her mouth, the shape of her brows, the curve of her ears and the fair definition to his cheeks, but he managed to claim at least two things from his father, where his mother is a perfect blonde with snow-white skin and blood smeared lips not a blemish in sight, his father was by far more rugged with a dirty look to his skin and a piercing blue in his eyes which like the ocean he strived in seemed to set itself apart from the world and bore into all that caught a glimpse, singing them in like a sweet siren song, they were hypnotizing and Shark had inherited both them and the subtly bronzed shade to his otherwise fair exterior.
Personality:
Complicated, complex and filled with a million dimensions, Shark is layer after layer of confusion. Quirky, naturally, he’s got an attitude that could rival that of any other, a temper which he does not have the physical ability to back-up and so reverts to words and uses the knowledge and quick venomous lashing of his fierce tongue to belittle others that he deems incompetent. Isolation had always been his companion, solitude his siblings and frustration his lover. While others conversed within the schoolyard Shark found himself outcast, no matter his attempt or the effort he made to intertwine himself within conversations he somehow always failed to truly make a connection or form a bond with his district four companions. He naturally accused his mother of being the problem, because of her persistence in keeping him housebound he had no common interests with others his age, apart from the girls who adored his mother’s clothing and well, he’d rather disconnect himself completely than risk being labelled ‘mummy’s boy’ or classed as the loser who shadows a group of snobs and ingrates. As he aged the issue only became worse, the other boys disliked him due to his wealth and the attention doted on him by women who were convinced if they acquired some form of friendship they’d be showered with gifts and the girls, well, he didn’t want to be surrounded by leeches hellbent on using him, besides he spent enough time with his mother and being it just the two of them that was hell itself, not to mention the others who were beginning to work for her and spent what felt like weeks in the house, it was like being slowly suffocated by clouds of perfume and fake, high-pitched laughter.
Once Shark had accepted he was incapable of making friends the normal way, or that’s how he viewed himself, anti-social and awkward, he dedicated his time to finding a new way to communicate. Growing more and more rebellious and fighting an aggression he couldn’t handle he began to disregard his mother’s orders and venture out into the district, being highly intelligent to make up for his lack in any physical abilities Shark began to use his cleverness to invest in a new hobby, a hobby which would psychologically damage him though simultaneously transport him into a state of euphoria. His natural curiosity and general knowledge made it quite easy for him, after he stumbled upon a Tracker Jacker nest, to imprison some of the genetically altered creatures and begin his own business to gain a self-acquired profit. A business which over time would warp his mind and infuse reality with illusion, until he could be classed as being as mad as a hatter apart from the fact he was perfectly academic and still infamously smart.
History:
Blonde curls that sauntered in wishful patterns against soft sloping shoulders framed an icy face, the colour of her skin a flawless white and the passion in her emerald eyes alive with a fire which would burn forever. She was fair, picturesque in her looks with a certain fragility which was composed by her slim build and towering height, grace surrounded her with an air of angelic components, her smile was heavenly and her voice as soothing as the sea with an unchained symphony that sang upon the waves and in a lulling chorus could charm the birds and unsettle the air as it trembled in admiration to such a sound. This woman was indescribable, it was as if she’d been sculpted in the presence of blushing gods, her cheeks pecked by a rose’s thorn and her lips smeared with the blood that poured from her reddened cheeks, her skin carved from marble and her teeth forged from pearls, this was how Trident Riptide viewed the vixen in which he became obsessed with, she conquered his mind and invaded his thoughts to a point of madness and yet she never allowed him to be anything more than an acquaintance. He was below her in prestige, she had class and wealth while he was nothing more than a humble, modest shark hunter. His job being to safeguard the shores and deal with any potentially life threatening sharks which managed to bypass the netting. He lived for the danger and adrenaline while she lived in her own arrogance, surrounded by her arrogant friends who indulged with pride in their shared snobbery. But Trident was no quitter, he became possessed with the need to win over the seductress who walked upon this earth like a star fallen from the heavens, he pursued her and time and time again she denied him until the day he pursued another. This change in affairs caused River’s interest to peek, her self-centered personality demanded that the attention she’d become accustomed too continued to be hers and hers alone and remaining true to her selfish personality she seduced the man she neither loved nor had any true affection for, for the dire need to be showered with attention.
River however remained uptight in her position, refusing to lay-down with the fisherman, though the more time she spent in his presence the closer she became to him, for the first time in her life she began to feel an emotion which was not solely attached to herself. It scared her at first, petrified her, it was a vile, vulgar feeling which caused an ache to echo within her chest and provoked the mind to worry to the point the eyes could weep. Before she knew it, she could not deny she had fallen in love with the man she’d once neglected, she finally opened herself up and accepted the fact she wanted to marry below her social status and so she did. Only then did Trident finally get to experience his wife fully and after the nights spent with her she fell pregnant. The months past and the couple were content, River’s father had allowed the inheritance to pass to his daughter despite her disobedience and she’d began her plans to begin her own fashion business while Trident continued his dangerous work out to sea. It was three weeks before the child was born that Trident was taken by the creatures in which he’d spent his entire life exterminating, an accident in the waters, a rough current and a animal drenched in vengeance claimed his life leaving River alone with a child she ironically named Shark, perhaps it was to torture herself that little more everyday, to remind herself not to let others into her life and to protect the one reminder she still had of her beloved. His mother’s mental state would surly condemn Shark to a life of complications and without fail it did.
Shark spent his childhood being lavished in attention, his mother’s friends adored the child and he was dubbed their doll, dressed up by numerous hands and a vast amount of different faces which varied in all shapes and sizes. As Shark began to age and become more adventurous his mother’s worry drove him to remain shackled to the house as if it was his own personal imprisonment, a luxury dungeon. He often watched from the windows with the books his mother told him were compulsory to read as others played beneath the sun and whispered beneath the stars. It frustrated him, he couldn’t understand her inability to free him from the solitude and when he demanded they do something together he became her own mannequin. His childhood from then was a blur of rich colours and strange unfamiliar voices of passing people, buyers, guests, friends and faces he neither cared to know or remember. Expensive textiles and ghastly designs were visible in every room, bright colours were laced from wall to wall with drawings of mother’s passions past splattered in various places, from dresses to shirts all apart from one, one that sat upon the centre in bedroom, a picture of his father his mother and the sea, the one memory she hadn’t burned besides himself. As Shark got older thing didn’t improve, schooling began and he had nothing in common with the boys of his age, they all spent their lives outdoors, some training for the games he’d witnessed on the TV screens, some did things similar to his father relating to the sea in which he’d never swam. Although he tried to blend himself into their groups and tried with all his might to understand their personal jokes and stories he was incapable of striking up any connections. The girls were considerably different, they adored him, they’d play with his hair and twist it around their fingertips while questioning him about his mother, about the shop and about the clothes, their prices, could he get them some, could they meet her and they talked about his eyes, always his eyes, but he hated it, he hated it more than he hated his own incompetence, the more attention they gave him the more abuse he received from his male classmates.
Eventually he gave up, all his efforts seemed to be wasted, all the words he spoke gone in a breath of smoke, unable to reach human ears for they were not interested in listening. His mother told him it was jealousy, but that’s what mother’s are supposed to say, he needed a father’s opinion, he needed some help but he had no one, just his mother and her pack of sniveling bitches. From then he dedicated his time to finding something new, something which would help him build bridges and allow him to fit in, something that would give him the social upper-hand, he wanted to be known as Shark, not that designers son who’s father got eaten by a shark, what a joke, what was mother thinking. He’d been walking, aimlessly like he usually did, rebelling against his mother’s orders and taking a trip into the more deserted side of the district where a wilderness seemed to congregate and a certain wild quality still polluted the air. It was then he heard a faint buzz, the hum growing with each step he took to a dizzying swarm of incessant sounds, eventually his eyes found the hive, the tracker jacker’s net, the genetically altered creatures known for their ability to strike the nervous system, to produce hallucinations, to target the part of the brain known for fear. That gave him an idea, a crazy idea, such an estranged notion that no other would be mad enough to attempt it, but he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. He’d read about these creatures several times, it’d been in one of the million stupid books his mother had forced upon him and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Quietly he began to collect dry leaves and dry wood, carefully constructing a down-wind mass of burnable foliage. Once it was collected he went off, disappearing for an hour before returning with an armful of damp foliage which he put in an outer circle around the inner-fire to ensure it wouldn’t spread. When that was complete he waited, waiting for the wind to strike the right angle, then and only then did he use a piece of a flint to spark a fire, the burst of smoke and choking fog caused him the wheeze at first as he shifted to take cover within some bushes incase his plan backfired, but as the flames began to die and took their last swipe at the air before fizzling to dust and ash Shark noticed the faded buzz, it was next to nothing, not a sound, the creatures appeared to sleep or at least be disorientated enough to remain perfectly still. Quickly, he took out the flask he’d earlier had his water in and using a stick carefully knocked three of the feeble animal’s bodies into the container and returned home.
He waited and waited still as they came to life and slowly but surly suffocated in their dungeon, once he was sure they were freshly introduced to the underworld he began his experiment. Taking some of his mother’s specialised equipment she’d ordered from the capitol for her work he began to extract the venom, cautiously limiting the dosages and mixing the essence with a leaf known for being a sedative, with the knowledge that with the two mixed together it’d enhance the hallucinogenic features while simultaneously preserving it. After injecting the poison into the vein of the leaf he determined someone had to test it, people are curious creatures, they have a deep desire to be scared, a want to experience something horrifying and extraordinary without the consequences and he’d created just that. The effects were breathtaking, the world seemed to bend in and out of focus, colours morphed to sounds and sounds to colours, objects began to twist and distort until they were marred with human features, his bed began to weep and his walls seemed to bleed an electrifying blue puss, the illuminating colours flowing down the plaster and leaking onto the wooden floor until it was a sea of glowing greens and contagious blues, the hilarity was infectious, he found himself laughing as the adrenaline rushed into his veins to combat the fear, the feeling of truly being scared brought him to life. His ceiling found a mouth and grinned wickedly, a sinister smile ate his shoes and his hands began melt away until a skeletal outline waved up at his face, the windows bowed and opened to show a world that began to breath, the trees extended their arms and shredded the sky until the clouds fell lifelessly to the earth and wailed in excruciating pain, it was like nothing you could imagine, it was terrifying but spectacular, it was impossible but it was all so clear, there were voices coming form east to west, ghostly sounds and phantom moans, his mother’s eyes appeared in the sun and glared accusingly at him before they to began to combust and the world exploded in one fatal bang. Then there he was, his eyes drawn into their sockets with shadows surrounding them, deep dark shadows which would haunt him for years, his lips gave a tremble and his fingers clawed at his cheeks to ensure he was awake and reality was back to bite him, it astonished him, it astounded him, he wanted to experience it again.
It didn’t take long for him to begin to introduce it to others, no one dared tangle with the tracker-jackers, why risk their lives? They’d all been told they were dangerous from a young age, besides Shark didn’t give away his secret, he didn’t tell his buyers how he made the formula which sent them into a world of their own and allowed them to battle demons and fight their fears, the careers viewed it as a method of creating internal strength, making their nerves stronger while others just enjoyed the trip and Shark finally began to revel in the attention he’d for so long been foreign too.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
Appearance: Shark is infamous for his ever-changing style, from the clothing he wears to the hair styled atop his head, he has never conformed to normality. With a mother rising in the fashion industry to the point the clothing was called upon in high demand to be frequently transported from district four to district one so that her clothing line and ideas could become more accessible to the wealthier segments of a well and truly fragmented population, Shark has for years been her guinea pig, her ideas both flamboyant and visually striking have first been tested on her son, she even went as far as demanding he wore makeup at times to suit her creations. Of course Shark didn’t appreciate the idea of being dolled up to the nines and paraded around like a silly girl, because of this background he’s neither muscularly built nor strong, in-fact he doesn’t particularly have a strong bone in his body. When others were out fishing, swimming, playing or running with their friends Shark was condemned to the household where he’d remain still for hours while his mother took sizes and demanded he concentrate completely on his education, deeming athletics as nonsense and reminding him that in order to get anywhere in life he’d have to follow in her footsteps, perhaps even be a designer for the tributes one day. It was a dream he did not wish upon himself, but because of his inability to upset his mother further after the death of his father, a father he had not known, he’d followed her instructions and remained battling to meet her standards.
Standing at 6’1 he’s an average height for his age, or that is what he’d proclaim if others mentioned his stature, the sculpt of his body is lean though well-fed for the family has never struggled for food and since his mother’s popularity flourished, never will. His hair changes to often to be given a single style but currently it has been clouded with blonde and remains fairly long both front and back though the top is often styled in a messy manner as if he’s just rolled out of bed and given it a brief rustle. The structure of his face mirrors that of his mothers, he’s been told he has rather feminine features much to his dismay and annoyance, it’s been repeated to him that he has her mouth, the shape of her brows, the curve of her ears and the fair definition to his cheeks, but he managed to claim at least two things from his father, where his mother is a perfect blonde with snow-white skin and blood smeared lips not a blemish in sight, his father was by far more rugged with a dirty look to his skin and a piercing blue in his eyes which like the ocean he strived in seemed to set itself apart from the world and bore into all that caught a glimpse, singing them in like a sweet siren song, they were hypnotizing and Shark had inherited both them and the subtly bronzed shade to his otherwise fair exterior.
Personality:
Complicated, complex and filled with a million dimensions, Shark is layer after layer of confusion. Quirky, naturally, he’s got an attitude that could rival that of any other, a temper which he does not have the physical ability to back-up and so reverts to words and uses the knowledge and quick venomous lashing of his fierce tongue to belittle others that he deems incompetent. Isolation had always been his companion, solitude his siblings and frustration his lover. While others conversed within the schoolyard Shark found himself outcast, no matter his attempt or the effort he made to intertwine himself within conversations he somehow always failed to truly make a connection or form a bond with his district four companions. He naturally accused his mother of being the problem, because of her persistence in keeping him housebound he had no common interests with others his age, apart from the girls who adored his mother’s clothing and well, he’d rather disconnect himself completely than risk being labelled ‘mummy’s boy’ or classed as the loser who shadows a group of snobs and ingrates. As he aged the issue only became worse, the other boys disliked him due to his wealth and the attention doted on him by women who were convinced if they acquired some form of friendship they’d be showered with gifts and the girls, well, he didn’t want to be surrounded by leeches hellbent on using him, besides he spent enough time with his mother and being it just the two of them that was hell itself, not to mention the others who were beginning to work for her and spent what felt like weeks in the house, it was like being slowly suffocated by clouds of perfume and fake, high-pitched laughter.
Once Shark had accepted he was incapable of making friends the normal way, or that’s how he viewed himself, anti-social and awkward, he dedicated his time to finding a new way to communicate. Growing more and more rebellious and fighting an aggression he couldn’t handle he began to disregard his mother’s orders and venture out into the district, being highly intelligent to make up for his lack in any physical abilities Shark began to use his cleverness to invest in a new hobby, a hobby which would psychologically damage him though simultaneously transport him into a state of euphoria. His natural curiosity and general knowledge made it quite easy for him, after he stumbled upon a Tracker Jacker nest, to imprison some of the genetically altered creatures and begin his own business to gain a self-acquired profit. A business which over time would warp his mind and infuse reality with illusion, until he could be classed as being as mad as a hatter apart from the fact he was perfectly academic and still infamously smart.
History:
Blonde curls that sauntered in wishful patterns against soft sloping shoulders framed an icy face, the colour of her skin a flawless white and the passion in her emerald eyes alive with a fire which would burn forever. She was fair, picturesque in her looks with a certain fragility which was composed by her slim build and towering height, grace surrounded her with an air of angelic components, her smile was heavenly and her voice as soothing as the sea with an unchained symphony that sang upon the waves and in a lulling chorus could charm the birds and unsettle the air as it trembled in admiration to such a sound. This woman was indescribable, it was as if she’d been sculpted in the presence of blushing gods, her cheeks pecked by a rose’s thorn and her lips smeared with the blood that poured from her reddened cheeks, her skin carved from marble and her teeth forged from pearls, this was how Trident Riptide viewed the vixen in which he became obsessed with, she conquered his mind and invaded his thoughts to a point of madness and yet she never allowed him to be anything more than an acquaintance. He was below her in prestige, she had class and wealth while he was nothing more than a humble, modest shark hunter. His job being to safeguard the shores and deal with any potentially life threatening sharks which managed to bypass the netting. He lived for the danger and adrenaline while she lived in her own arrogance, surrounded by her arrogant friends who indulged with pride in their shared snobbery. But Trident was no quitter, he became possessed with the need to win over the seductress who walked upon this earth like a star fallen from the heavens, he pursued her and time and time again she denied him until the day he pursued another. This change in affairs caused River’s interest to peek, her self-centered personality demanded that the attention she’d become accustomed too continued to be hers and hers alone and remaining true to her selfish personality she seduced the man she neither loved nor had any true affection for, for the dire need to be showered with attention.
River however remained uptight in her position, refusing to lay-down with the fisherman, though the more time she spent in his presence the closer she became to him, for the first time in her life she began to feel an emotion which was not solely attached to herself. It scared her at first, petrified her, it was a vile, vulgar feeling which caused an ache to echo within her chest and provoked the mind to worry to the point the eyes could weep. Before she knew it, she could not deny she had fallen in love with the man she’d once neglected, she finally opened herself up and accepted the fact she wanted to marry below her social status and so she did. Only then did Trident finally get to experience his wife fully and after the nights spent with her she fell pregnant. The months past and the couple were content, River’s father had allowed the inheritance to pass to his daughter despite her disobedience and she’d began her plans to begin her own fashion business while Trident continued his dangerous work out to sea. It was three weeks before the child was born that Trident was taken by the creatures in which he’d spent his entire life exterminating, an accident in the waters, a rough current and a animal drenched in vengeance claimed his life leaving River alone with a child she ironically named Shark, perhaps it was to torture herself that little more everyday, to remind herself not to let others into her life and to protect the one reminder she still had of her beloved. His mother’s mental state would surly condemn Shark to a life of complications and without fail it did.
Shark spent his childhood being lavished in attention, his mother’s friends adored the child and he was dubbed their doll, dressed up by numerous hands and a vast amount of different faces which varied in all shapes and sizes. As Shark began to age and become more adventurous his mother’s worry drove him to remain shackled to the house as if it was his own personal imprisonment, a luxury dungeon. He often watched from the windows with the books his mother told him were compulsory to read as others played beneath the sun and whispered beneath the stars. It frustrated him, he couldn’t understand her inability to free him from the solitude and when he demanded they do something together he became her own mannequin. His childhood from then was a blur of rich colours and strange unfamiliar voices of passing people, buyers, guests, friends and faces he neither cared to know or remember. Expensive textiles and ghastly designs were visible in every room, bright colours were laced from wall to wall with drawings of mother’s passions past splattered in various places, from dresses to shirts all apart from one, one that sat upon the centre in bedroom, a picture of his father his mother and the sea, the one memory she hadn’t burned besides himself. As Shark got older thing didn’t improve, schooling began and he had nothing in common with the boys of his age, they all spent their lives outdoors, some training for the games he’d witnessed on the TV screens, some did things similar to his father relating to the sea in which he’d never swam. Although he tried to blend himself into their groups and tried with all his might to understand their personal jokes and stories he was incapable of striking up any connections. The girls were considerably different, they adored him, they’d play with his hair and twist it around their fingertips while questioning him about his mother, about the shop and about the clothes, their prices, could he get them some, could they meet her and they talked about his eyes, always his eyes, but he hated it, he hated it more than he hated his own incompetence, the more attention they gave him the more abuse he received from his male classmates.
Eventually he gave up, all his efforts seemed to be wasted, all the words he spoke gone in a breath of smoke, unable to reach human ears for they were not interested in listening. His mother told him it was jealousy, but that’s what mother’s are supposed to say, he needed a father’s opinion, he needed some help but he had no one, just his mother and her pack of sniveling bitches. From then he dedicated his time to finding something new, something which would help him build bridges and allow him to fit in, something that would give him the social upper-hand, he wanted to be known as Shark, not that designers son who’s father got eaten by a shark, what a joke, what was mother thinking. He’d been walking, aimlessly like he usually did, rebelling against his mother’s orders and taking a trip into the more deserted side of the district where a wilderness seemed to congregate and a certain wild quality still polluted the air. It was then he heard a faint buzz, the hum growing with each step he took to a dizzying swarm of incessant sounds, eventually his eyes found the hive, the tracker jacker’s net, the genetically altered creatures known for their ability to strike the nervous system, to produce hallucinations, to target the part of the brain known for fear. That gave him an idea, a crazy idea, such an estranged notion that no other would be mad enough to attempt it, but he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. He’d read about these creatures several times, it’d been in one of the million stupid books his mother had forced upon him and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Quietly he began to collect dry leaves and dry wood, carefully constructing a down-wind mass of burnable foliage. Once it was collected he went off, disappearing for an hour before returning with an armful of damp foliage which he put in an outer circle around the inner-fire to ensure it wouldn’t spread. When that was complete he waited, waiting for the wind to strike the right angle, then and only then did he use a piece of a flint to spark a fire, the burst of smoke and choking fog caused him the wheeze at first as he shifted to take cover within some bushes incase his plan backfired, but as the flames began to die and took their last swipe at the air before fizzling to dust and ash Shark noticed the faded buzz, it was next to nothing, not a sound, the creatures appeared to sleep or at least be disorientated enough to remain perfectly still. Quickly, he took out the flask he’d earlier had his water in and using a stick carefully knocked three of the feeble animal’s bodies into the container and returned home.
He waited and waited still as they came to life and slowly but surly suffocated in their dungeon, once he was sure they were freshly introduced to the underworld he began his experiment. Taking some of his mother’s specialised equipment she’d ordered from the capitol for her work he began to extract the venom, cautiously limiting the dosages and mixing the essence with a leaf known for being a sedative, with the knowledge that with the two mixed together it’d enhance the hallucinogenic features while simultaneously preserving it. After injecting the poison into the vein of the leaf he determined someone had to test it, people are curious creatures, they have a deep desire to be scared, a want to experience something horrifying and extraordinary without the consequences and he’d created just that. The effects were breathtaking, the world seemed to bend in and out of focus, colours morphed to sounds and sounds to colours, objects began to twist and distort until they were marred with human features, his bed began to weep and his walls seemed to bleed an electrifying blue puss, the illuminating colours flowing down the plaster and leaking onto the wooden floor until it was a sea of glowing greens and contagious blues, the hilarity was infectious, he found himself laughing as the adrenaline rushed into his veins to combat the fear, the feeling of truly being scared brought him to life. His ceiling found a mouth and grinned wickedly, a sinister smile ate his shoes and his hands began melt away until a skeletal outline waved up at his face, the windows bowed and opened to show a world that began to breath, the trees extended their arms and shredded the sky until the clouds fell lifelessly to the earth and wailed in excruciating pain, it was like nothing you could imagine, it was terrifying but spectacular, it was impossible but it was all so clear, there were voices coming form east to west, ghostly sounds and phantom moans, his mother’s eyes appeared in the sun and glared accusingly at him before they to began to combust and the world exploded in one fatal bang. Then there he was, his eyes drawn into their sockets with shadows surrounding them, deep dark shadows which would haunt him for years, his lips gave a tremble and his fingers clawed at his cheeks to ensure he was awake and reality was back to bite him, it astonished him, it astounded him, he wanted to experience it again.
It didn’t take long for him to begin to introduce it to others, no one dared tangle with the tracker-jackers, why risk their lives? They’d all been told they were dangerous from a young age, besides Shark didn’t give away his secret, he didn’t tell his buyers how he made the formula which sent them into a world of their own and allowed them to battle demons and fight their fears, the careers viewed it as a method of creating internal strength, making their nerves stronger while others just enjoyed the trip and Shark finally began to revel in the attention he’d for so long been foreign too.
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