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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 26 2008, 09:40 PM (514 Views) | |
| Marissa Cane | Jun 26 2008, 09:40 PM Post #1 |
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The gentle sound of water lapping over itself and onto the warm sand contradicted the sharp calls of the sea gulls overhead. The morning would have been all together pleasant with the nice breeze and relatively cool temperatures, if it had not been for those birds. They were a constant reminder that the ocean was not always the serene beauty and calming noises. Instead, there was a constant whirl of activity, though in this case at least it was a level of activity that Marissa could handle. Most days the beach hosted an array of crowds, but in the early hours of the morning it served as her battleground. At this time of day, she could concentrate on the task at hand without having to fight the onslaught of voices from the large numbers of people rattling her ears, but being this close to the water, tasting the salt in the air on her tongue had her stomach constricting and her throat tight. Her arms had already folded tightly across her chest, wrinkling the periwinkle tank top, and confusion bleed from matching eyes. Her father and brother believed that her absolute fear over the ocean had to be conquered, before it could be used against her, hence why she was out here just shy of the darkness. There really was no well-founded reason for her troubles, but something had always struck her as wrong about being in the ocean’s waters. It was hard enough walking on land blinded, but in the water she was doubly blind. Not only could she not see what was going on around her, but she also couldn’t reach out and feel anything solid, anything reliable. Not even her old seeing-eye dog, Wilson, had been willing to follow her into any form of water. She would be completely on her own, yet here she was. This would probably fall under stupidity in her brother’s book, since nobody knew she was out here, preparing herself to go into the water. Never mind the fact that it was November, and the temperature alone could serve as a catalyst to make her freeze in fear out in the water. “Now or never…” Hesitantly and very slowly, Riss inched her way closer to the water. The skin on her arm began to form goose bumps as the once sun-hot sand turned slicker with a subtle cold edge against her bare feet. Two more steps in she paused. The familiar sound of waves crashing had become significantly closer to the point where she couldn’t distinguish how far away they were. Her eyes had closed in concentration, furrowing her brow to increase her hearing range and leaving her completely shocked when the water washed over her legs. Eyes opened wide in panic, she refused to move. There was a reason she had come out here. Taking deep breaths, she felt her heart rate return to normal, that is, until she felt something move against her ankle. A squeak escaped her throat as she hurried backwards; her breathing had increased ten fold. “Okay…maybe never.” She murmured softly to the wind. After a moment in the sun, she was forced to laugh at herself. What shark or sea monster could make it all the way up to ankle deep water? Brushing back the bangs that completely covered the scaring of her left eye, she felt the familiar stirrings of frustration. Of all the things she had been able to accomplish in her life, she was unable to even step into the water for more then a few minutes. Trudging back to where she had left her things, which consisted of two medium sized rods, chap stick, and a water bottle, she nudged around in the sand with her toes, until she located the rods. She grasped the familiar wood in her hand and walked back to the point where the water could touch her legs again. Fear was playing tricks with her mind as the water washed over her and receded, but her adrenaline rush was slowing as her fingers rotated the long stick in semi-circles around her arm. Normally used in her fighting exercises against her brother, Marissa had come to rely on them to ease her tension, and right now she was focusing all her strength on simply surviving the next fish that tried to swim by her skin. OOC: Copy and paste guys. I'm just trying to transfer this, and I don't feel like getting Jonas to hack your accounts and do so for you, though I might if I have a ton of time tomorrow. Muhaha |
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| Nathaniel Mordant | Jun 27 2008, 09:49 AM Post #2 |
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Nate turned to say goodbye to his boss, sliding his wool cap over his head. Another night spent giving out drinks to drunk girls and the guys who wanted to make them that way. He sighed, shaking his head as he remembered one particularly friendly girl who attempted to flirt with him despite his obvious revulsion. Some aspects of the job were really beginning to get old. As he stepped out into the morning light, a brisk cool breeze struck him, reminding him, once again, that it was November and that the Christmas holidays, during which he must visit his estranged grandparents, loomed near. Again that morning, he sighed about the tediousness of life. Around him the birds began to sing in the treetops, as the dew drops left on the grass glistened in the sunlight. Nate shuffled along, huddling down in his dark black wool jacket, as his black converse squeaked familiarly along the ground. He walked down the same path he’d walked millions times before barely taking in the scenery. Other shops went by, without so much a glance, while other morning walkers had to jump out from in front of him as he bore down him. His one goal was to go to the home he shared with his best friend, Jonas, and sleep. As he ambled along the path, a view of the town beach came into focus. As always, Nate stopped to look out over the deserted landscape, wondering about the magnificence of the ocean – the power it had. He liked the deserted beach with it’s calm beauty. During the day, when crowds of people, especially the over-eager children took over, the majesty of the beaches wonder and beauty was completely lost to hot dog stands, people who’d you never want to see naked, and the denseness of the crowd which prevented anyone from seeing anything except another person. Today, however, as Nate watched, a young girl hesitantly stepped into the ocean water, fully clothed. As he watched, she seized up, almost paralyzed in the barely calf deep water. He watched in wonder at the girl, looking as she turned around and trudged back towards a small heap of items. As she turned, the light hit her face, perfectly illuminating her cloudy eyes. With sudden panic, Nate realized that it was Marissa, darling Marissa, who he had known since childhood. In a panic, Nate wondered what exactly she was doing down at the ocean, which he knew she feared above all else, in the morning, by herself. The phrase by herself reverberated through his mind, increasing his state of panic. He quickly ran down the beach, the soft sand causing him to slightly stumble as he struggled to reach her. Horrible scenarios, especially about her killing herself, played through his mind as he rushed towards her moving form. He barely stopped to think about the ridiculousness of his thoughts until he was right in front of her, water rushing into his shoes as the water lapped up against his jean-clad leg. He reached out, and grabbed by her shoulders in a harsh manner. “What exactly are you doing Marissa Cane?” he demanded forcefully, his face close to hers as he finally came to a stop. He stood there, staring straight at her, knowing she would be able to sense the strength of his stare through the tight grip he had on her arms, slightly panting from the long run across the sand. OOC: This has got to be the easiest reply I've ever made. Maybe cause I'm just copying and pasting... |
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| Marissa Cane | Jun 30 2008, 03:26 PM Post #3 |
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A shiver ran down the length of Marissa’s spine. The sand beneath her feet squished between her toes, and she was certain a crab had just crawled across her skin. It had better have been only a crab – hermit, preferably. Maybe she could just play in a pond or a really small lake. That had to be comparable to this fear she was feeling swirl its way through her blood. Inching her way further into the water, she grimaced. The water was now high enough that the waves splashed her shorts. Something swam against her leg – twice. Only fish, large fish, could really get this close to the shore, right? Or really small sharks…Damn. She didn’t want to be here. In fact, anywhere would be better than right here, but as she turned to leave her foot slipped on a shell and down she went. The water was a blinding madness. She felt her lungs begin to loose oxygen as she fought to break free of the water. Coming to the surface, she struggled around to regain her footing. Her breathing was ragged as she pushed her now soaking wet hair out of her face. All she wanted was a warm bubble bath or even to be as far away from the water as possible. Anywhere was better than here. She began to trudge forward only to feel the water get deeper. Turning a little, she tried again and again with every turn. Her eyes widened with fear. Would screaming even help? There would be nobody near this secluded region of the ocean at this time in the morning. Maybe if she just calmed down… her mind began to settle as she took several deep breaths, but nearby splashing sent her into another frenzy, especially when the source of her fear grabbed her. A shriek left her throat as she fought against the hold, not even bothering to take into account the fact that there was no way anything in the ocean could have arms to grab her with and legs to stand on. Her adrenaline rush broke down as she heard the reassuring voice of Nathaniel. Her hands grasped the arms clutching at her, revealing in the feel of material. She struggled against his hold, not even caring how angry he sounded. “Nate…” Her voice came out in a gasp as she fought him. “There are sharks in this water…we gotta get out of here…” In her panic she began to pull herself up on his arms, trying to escape the hold the water had on her. |
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| Nathaniel Mordant | Jun 30 2008, 03:48 PM Post #4 |
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Marissa melted slowing into the sea as Nate ran towards her. The waves kept seeming to leap up around her. Nate’s pulse quickened, adrenaline pumping as he ran across the beach towards the ocean. He stumbled, falling face first in a heap as he stepped into a dug hole left from the previous day’s beach goers,. Nate hardly noticed as his thoughts swirled around in worry, wondering exactly why Marissa had taken a step forward, not back, into the sea. The edge of the ocean barely seemed to get closer as Nate hurried along, doing his best impression of the hundred meter dash. Suddenly, as he began nearing her, she was swept away. Her shoulder and head, which had been silhouetted against the horizon, no longer existed. Poof, she had gone beneath the water. Nate’s heart beat faster, in a frenzied fashion, as he let out a strangle growl. Marissa! No! She was not going to die- he wouldn’t let her. He hurried to the water’s edge as her head appeared, soaking wet, above the surface. Nate didn’t stop his pace, knowing the Marissa still was in a lot of danger. There was no telling where the drop off into the deeper parts of the ocean – and she did not know how to swim. He began trudging towards her as she whirled around clearly panicked. His water-soaked clothes made it harder for him to move as he essentially moved ten more pounds of weight with him. The water swathed around his legs in a determined fashion, keeping him from her .Along the length of his legs, he could feel fish rubbing against him- an odd slimy feeling touching his legs every moment or so. The feeling was slightly annoying for someone who could see what the harmless beasts were. He grabbed her sharply, yanking her back from the deeper depths as he growled out his determined words. She struggled against him for a second as he held her determinedly, until he saw that he recognized his voice. Her next words, about sharks, left Nate laughing out loud. All the tension that had been building up inside him since he had seen her from the beach walk, was suddenly released in hearty laughter. His laughter only began to subside when Marissa began to claw her way up his body, just to get out of the water. Trying to disentangle himself so that he could get her back to the beach shore, he said, reassuringly, “Marissa, England doesn’t have sharks. Especially not baby sharks the size of a kitten.” He gently took her arms from around his neck so he could turn her around towards the calm beach, still clothed absolutely silent in the morning. “Marissa, do you want me to carry you back to the beach?” He asked lightly as he stilled struggled with her amazingly strong hold. Maybe, since he was now here, she would be able to get more comfortable in the water. |
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| Johnathon Daniels | Jul 1 2008, 09:27 AM Post #5 |
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John shivered as the brisk November wind whirled around him. It was a rather pensive morning for him and the world outside seemed to reflect the warring mood within him. Another clap of thunder roared overhead, unleashing another bout of trembling in the young man. He had awoken from a dream early that morning, recalling vividly the vampire Avant and his parents’ rather brutal death. He needed some air, and from good experience knew that sea air cleared the mind best. But for some reason today, his mind kept returning to the same dark thoughts. He continued walking toward the beach, hoping that the closer he got to the water, the closer he would get to ridding himself of his thoughts. Another sharp strike of lighting illuminated the ocean, revealing a young girl in the water. He knew the girl but only vaguely, remembering her as a member of his own house from school, and remembering what made the girl a rarity spoken of often in the school, the fact that she was blind. The sky gave another report, followed by a sudden release of rainfall from the sky. The wind grew more fierce, sending his now drenched hair right into his line of vision. He continued looking at the girl in the ocean, amazed by the fact that the girl actually went into the ocean with no vision. He squinted to see through the rain…It seemed that the girl wasn’t alone. As his vision adjusted to the roaring rain around him, he saw the girl move away from her companion, who then yanked her by the arm back toward him. She saw the girl struggle against her partners hold, as the antagonist threw back his head and laughed. Johnathon whipped out his wand and ran closer to the water’s edge, trying with all his might to see threw the now pounding rain. Hoping not to hit the girl, he aimed his wand and recited a spell, “Expelliarmus.” |
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| Marissa Cane | Jul 1 2008, 09:52 AM Post #6 |
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Marissa really did not see the hilarity in this situation. They could be surrounded by sharks for all she knew, and here he was forcing her to stay in this one spot in the ocean open to any attacks. What if she had a cut on her leg that she didn’t know about? The blood could attract all kinds of critters she never wanted to see; she had to get out of there. “Oh, how would you know? They wouldn’t want to eat you – you’d fight back. Me, ha! I’d just flop around like an injured seal unable to even try swimming away.” Her words were an exasperated jumble as she felt the shift in his arms. Why was he moving her? The panic alarms in her head immediately begin to blare again. She did not want him to let go of her. Actually, what she really wanted was to crawl on his back far from the reach of the water, but she figured that fell back to their childish days. Besides, the part of her that still harbored a crush for him was rebelling against her weak exterior, wanting her to appear brave. Her body trembled as yet another fish swam against her skin. If he insisted on turning her away from him, she was going to at least tuck in against him as close as possible. With her face buried against his shirt, she nodded solemnly. This was low even for her, but the fish were on the verge of giving her a near heart attack. “Don’t you dare tell Jonas.” She tried to make her voice sound tough, but it sounded more like a whimper even to her ears, since clothing muffled it. Her heartbeat had slowed considerably at the mention of being out of the water and quickly. She had even begun to enjoy the way the waves washed against her legs, though she doubted she’d survive if anything bigger than her hand brushed against her. Scales or not, she would be jumping to his back. Let the big strong boy deal with the dangerous fish. Like hell was she going to. A low rumble of thunder somewhere to the East shook her body. It couldn’t possibly get worse than this. She regretted the words the instant they left her lips. As though fate were listening, the wind made a wooshing sound as it let loose its water. Well, it wasn’t as though she could get much wetter, and the hypothermia was beginning to look like a good compromise in this situation. Her dreams of survival shattered even further as she heard the large splashes of another’s steps followed shortly by the sound of a spell. Why was the world against her escaping the ocean? This was apparently what she deserved after stupidly trying to face her fears. Now, it was doubtful she would ever even let her toes touch the surface or ever trust those people she could family to convince her to do the unthinkable in her book. Whatever had attacked Nate managed to nick her in the process, sending her flailing back into the water. Again. Gah, she was really beginning to despise the family that had urged her to do this in the first place. Her voice tried to scream out in protest but only managed to fill with salt water. This time panic did not overwhelm her to the point of not being able to stand but only because she knew Nate was close by even if he was under attack. Still, she managed to stumble to her feet, shivering. At best, she might be able to shove the attacker into the water to help Nate or end up hitting her friend. Either way, she was going to be of no use here. Trying to run to shore, she fell to her knees several times unable to escape the ocean’s grasp. |
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| Nathaniel Mordant | Jul 1 2008, 12:16 PM Post #7 |
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Nate smiled down at the top of Riss’s hair as she compared herself to a seal, no wait, an injured seal. He wanted to laugh again at her ridiculousness but figured that this was probably not the time to point to her that even an injured seal would fight for survival, and that his hind flippers would surely pack more than enough punch to send sharks, or whatever beast she happened to be imagining, a long way away. “Riss, I have been the victim when you fight – I am more than positive that you could take on some stupid fish. Especially if you use jinxes.” He said reassuringly began to try to move her from the water. She, however, was not going to make it easy for him, as she snuggled up closer to him- her breath spreading warm air across his chest as her hair waved gently in the increasingly strong wind to tickle his nose. He leaned down, automatically, taking in the sweet smell that wafted off of her. If she hadn’t been dunked in sea water, he would say that she smelled faintly of pomegranates, at least to him. He pulled her closer, wanting to comfort her as best he could as he felt her shake against his body – quivering each time a fish brushed past her. He hugged her protectively, letting his muscular arms push her closer to his body as he watched the horizon begin to change from clear and sprightly to a dark gray with ominous connotations. His heart beat began to quicken as he wondered how best to get Riss out of the water as the storm approached. The low rumble above made him very ill at ease. He knew above all else, that being out on a beach during a thunderstorm was a rather bad idea. He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he barely heard her mumbled words into his shirt. He abruptly looked down at her, amazed that his strong-willed friend was displaying such a weakness. Instantly, a mocking phrase sprung up in his mind, Don’t worry Riss, you know this will be Jonas’s and my favorite conversation topic for weeks. As he looked down at her clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her alive, the phrase faded from his mind. He just couldn’t say that to her now, not when she was obviously weak. The last thing he needed to do was to get her angry at him. Pulling her head back from his shirt, he looked down at her vacant eyes filled with fear. He soothing squeezed her for a moment, before whispering, “Don’t worry Riss, this can be our little secret. I’ll just tell Jonas that I felt like a morning swim.” Suddenly, a noise cracked their silence around them. Someone, or something, was splashing incredibly close to their position. The wind picked up more, making this danger seem perilous, perhaps deadly. Nate crammed his head around, careful to not disturb Riss, as he scanned the horizon from the direction of the noise. To his surprise, a boy was determinedly fast approaching with a wand out held at the pair. What the hell was he doing? Nate acted on instinct as the boy appeared not to be stopping as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He tore Marissa from his waist, and tried to shove her behind him in a protective manner. Her embrace was tight though, so he only managed to get her half-way around his side – nearer to the boy than she had been originally. Nate wanted to scream from frustration, but held himself in check full knowing that if he lost control know, things would get a lot worse. As the boy raised his wand directly at Marissa, Nate dove in front, shoving her harshly out of the way back into the water. He knew and prayed that this time would be better than the first - that she would not be frighteningly paralized. The spell flew from the boy’s wand as the words; “Expelliarmus” flew from his lips. Nate’s wand, which was in his coat pocket attempted to escape its confines. Nate grabbed the pocket, latching onto it as the wand bobbled around, causing him to fall beneath the water. The wand tried to struggle from his gasp to go to the strange boy, but Nate wouldn’t let it. He stayed beneath the water rolling along the wet sand while fish whirled around, struggling to get it out of his coat while trying desperately to hold onto it. Eventually, it calmed, as Nate’s latch never loosened. Nate popped up, soaking wet, and pointed his wand directly at the boy. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted through the blinding rain. His breathing was labored as he stood deadly staring at the boy, just willing for him to make a move. If the boy made any move at all, Nate wouldn't thin twice about shouting off some spell in his direction. His neck tensed up as he desperately wanted to find Marissa, but knew that taking care of this boy had to be first. Behind him, he could hear faint splashes as someone struggled in the ocean. He prayed that Marissa was alright as he glared at the boy through the rain. He took several steps nearer the boy, attempting to still shield Marissa despite his inability to see her exact location. Every time a splash could be heard from the right, he moved the way several steps, knowing that it might be all for not. In a sense, he seemed to be circling the boy in strange sudden spasms. |
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| Johnathon Daniels | Jul 1 2008, 09:37 PM Post #8 |
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Johnathon swore under his breath as he watched the man push the girl toward him and his approaching spell and again as his saw the effects of his spell on the girl. His mind raced for another spell that might help the girl regain her footing, or at least make her calmer in the water. He raised his wand back up to par, the bubblehead charm on the tip of his tongue, as he heard her scream. His heart caught as he saw her head sink beneath the water, and let out a sigh as he saw her rise again. He began to walk toward the girl who was attempting to move toward the shore, as he saw the man fall beneath the roaring ocean. Another clap of thunder roared ahead, and the vibrations stirred the great ocean beneath him, causing him to loose his footing for a moment in the turmoil. He gasped for air before he sank under the water which seeped into his eyes and ears. He tried to stand up quickly, his guard up, as he made his way back up to the surface. As he did so, his opponent rose again, his wand at the ready, and roared out. Through his waterlogged ears, Johnathon heard the incantation that the man emitted and attempted to duck away from the spell. Johnathon swept his mop of hair back in order to better see the man now circling him in the maelstrom building around them. Johnathon looked back toward his classmate, moving away from her attacker and toward the shore. It was time for both of them to get away from the man and back to the safety of the school. His own wand at the ready, and legs prepared to kick as fast as possible to the shore, John cast the first spell that came to mind toward his opponent, Deprimo. He took off toward the girl not bothering to ensure that the spell hit home. He reached out to grab her by the waist , and carry her to shore. “Are you all right?!” The roaring wind drowned out his voice, and he wished that the girl could see him if only to make eye contact and know that he was there only to help. |
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| Marissa Cane | Jul 1 2008, 10:34 PM Post #9 |
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Some stupid fish? Marissa hardly believed that something in the form of Jaws qualified as just some fish, but she was willing to believe him, if it meant his pulling her closer. Other than the fact that he was immensely warm and she was a definite heat seeker, it also felt really good just to be held like this. Her childhood crush had always seemed silly, in fact, it seemed even more absurd in this situation but beggars can’t be choosers. With her head tucked in close against him and her overly sensitive hearing at an all time high, it was easy to pick up the change in his heartbeat. His fear over the approaching storm radiated from him to her, especially as he pushed her away to speak to her. Why was he always trying to move her further away in the water? His following words did little to assure her, since she had some serious doubts that this would remain their little secret. Not only were he and Jonas best friends, but they also lived together. It would remain a secret maybe a day or two, tops, then her brother and probably her father would be all over her like spoons to a pudding fest. Her thoughts, however, were severally jarred as she was torn from Nate’s waist. For a moment, she almost laughed. Did he really expect her to let go of him and just fall back to the ocean? Fortunately, she held herself in check long enough to manage a question. “What’s going on?” Not that the question did any good, since seconds later she found herself in the water and struggling to escape to the shore. Even with her advanced hearing, Riss found it hard to hear Nate’s question to the attacker; there was no way whoever was out there had heard it, though knowing her luck a school of sharks had heard the fight and were on their way right now to investigate any injuries. As she flopped around trying to find the shore, she growled in frustration. How hard could it possibly be to find a bit of sand? Her hand instinctively grabbed for her rod as a means of calming down only to discover it had dropped in the earlier hustle and bustle. “Oh no…” Her eyes squinted up in a glare – that had been her favorite utensil and a gift from her father. Steeling herself to face the sharks she knew had to be out there, she began trudging back in the general direction she had come – she thought – feeling around with her toes in an attempt to find out. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She didn’t remember ever being waist deep in the water. Ug, she must have gone the wrong direction. Maybe she could try an Accio spell, but she hadn’t brought her wand. To be honest, she didn’t believe in using the wand very often if at all, at least, not in her case. It was much to easy for her to aim at the wrong thing. She would rather attack head on, and it looked as though she was going to get her chance. The attacker’s hands reached out toward her waist. Immediately she lashed out with her back hand. There was no way she was going down without a fight, though he really wouldn’t have far to go if they got much deeper. The force of her lashing out had her sprawling backwards into the water once again. By now the sea water was almost comforting - almost - what with its sea salty smell that was very relaxing and the lull of the waves. Her mind, however, was focused more on the words the attacker had spoken, before she fell. Had he really asked if she was alright? Maybe it was part of some new breed of attackers – make sure the victim was in a good condition before taking them off to God knows where for whatever reason. Either way, she felt as though she needed to get away and find Nate. Despite not knowing how to swim, she figured the basics were the same for anything else she did in survival scenarios with her father – stay calm and just keep going. Desperately holding her breath, she forced herself to stay under water. Lashing out in front of her, she tried to glide through the water in the opposite direction. Hey, if Ariel could do it why couldn’t she? |
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| Nathaniel Mordant | Jul 1 2008, 10:44 PM Post #10 |
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Nate had grimaced the second he was forced to push Marissa out of the way of the oncoming spell as he heard her soft question fade away. If only he could tell her what was happening! Since she was blind, he knew she was probably going to be scared at his sudden move. It was for her own good, though, wasn’t it? He had to reassure himself more than once as he scrambled around with his wand that he was doing her a favor more than a disfavor. After popping out of the water with his wand now steady, Nate had yelled at the form that was shaped like the attacker- though night now, the object was only a dark blob. As Nate stood there, feeling the warmth be sucked out of him as the rain washed over where Marissa, had been cuddling close to him, he only had a moment to realize that despite the volume of his voice, the attacker would not be able to hear his words. With his schizophrenic circling and rather less than gentlemanly shove of Marissa, it was going to look like he had a different motivation than his attempt of saving Marissa. He shuddered to think what was going through the other person’s mind. Suddenly in the distance, the blob gave a ridiculous looking bob to the right. Goodness! The blob had tried to dodge a spell. Could he or she not tell that nothing had been emitted from Nate’s wand? If he hadn’t been so jacked up on tension and adrenaline, Nate would have laughed out loud. Instead, he enjoyed imagining telling Jonas the tale of the wizard who couldn’t understand what a spell looked like. The person would certainly live in infamy in their circle. To show his good intent, Nate lowered his wand – showing the person vary pointedly that he was bringing his wand down to his side and stuffing it into his jeans. His eyes, despite his task, stayed riveted on the person – imploring them, despite the bad conditions, to recognize his action as one of good intent. He knew, if he never go the person to lower their wand, he would be forced to duel the person instead of tending to Marissa, right now, all that mattered was protecting her. As he stood back up straight with his arms spread out to show his lack of weapon, Nate was hit in the arm with a spell. Nate had seen the other person raise their wand and yell. Apparently, his show of friendliness had been rejected in full. As the spell flew towards him through the darkened morning, Nate felt hate well up inside him. This figure was going to pay for it. He dodged, but not well enough as his arm suddenly was pressed down. As the force on his arm drew his whole body beneath the waves, Nate saw the blob begin to look like a boy as it raced towards Marissa. No! NO! NOOOO! He struggle against his weighted arm- heaving his body painfully up through the waves, only to be brought under again. He gasped for breath, as the waves rolled in and out over ahead of him. Despite the stinging in his eyes, Nate was determined to keep them open for his small glances of Marissa to assure him of her continued safety. After a few painful second of watching the boy get closer to her – Nate gave up trying to heave himself out of the water, it was just not going to work. Instead, he began to crawl towards shore, gasping each time air became available to him. His arm, where he’d been hit, slowed him as it stayed pressed to the ocean floor. It felt awfully like dragging around heavy sacks of sand. With his adrenaline pumping as his determination to get to Marissa deepened, Nate hardly noticed the scratched from sea shells, broken glass, and other things that hit his arm sustained. Even the determined crab that latched on got no notice. Once Nate was mostly out of the water, he could clearly see the boy, whose form the blob had completely assumed, wrestling with Marissa in the water. He cheered her on silently for a second before turning to the predicament with his arm. He now could retrieve the wand which the forceful waves had made impossible in the open ocean as he struggled to just keep his knees. Struggling to his knees, he was forced to awkwardly bend down to one side, as he held his wand. Without words he silently recited, “Finite Incantatem.” to take away all the effects of the boy’s spell. Immediately his arm felt lighter as it returned to its normal position. He spun his head around from his position to see Marissa still struggling. He silently crept towards the boy – wand outstretched as the boy tried to grab Marissa by the waist. Suddenly, Marissa had been forced under water, and Nate was saying silently in his mind, “Necto Seorsum.” while pointing his wand right at the boy’s back. There was something so utterly delicious about complete surprise. A smile, which had be absent from Nate’s face for most of the morning, came to play deceptively evilly upon his face. He was elated by the fact that Marissa had got away and that he had got the pursurer. Now where was Marissa? He looked briefly across the ocean but could not see her anywhere. He turned back towards the boy. He had better not have damaged a hair on her head. If he did, well, he should get ready to pay for it. |
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| Johnathon Daniels | Jul 2 2008, 12:31 AM Post #11 |
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John attempted to execute a side-glance at the girl as she slapped his hand away, knowing of course that she couldn’t see it, and that even if she could, the environment around them would only make him look a fool. In the impending storm he was becoming just as blind as the girl beside him, which was rousing more and more fear in his heart by the second. He futilely wiped more of the water from his vision, and more salt in his eyes. It seemed that the storm was only getting stronger. He gasped for air before another wave swept above him, the ocean consuming him for a moment. He could feel the girl slide further away from him. He bobbed back to the surface, expelling his mouth of the saltwater and wishing he could do the same for his lungs, and looked around for the girl. Instead his sights settled on his opponent flailing in the water. Thankful that his diversion was still working, he scanned the surrounding sea for his distressed damsel. Unable to find her, he searched his mind for another name for the girl beside “Blind Girl” and came up with Clarissa. Hoping that he was right, but too preoccupied to worry too much about it, he yelled out the name, praying that she could hear him. “Clarissa!“ He looked around for a response, and tried calling again, futilely. She had to be drowning. He took another deep breath, sharp pain striking through his lungs due to the copious amounts of water in them, and dove under the water, searching for her. He found the girl, but only barely, her arms outstretched in an attempt to swim. He did his best to aim at her with his wand, and spoke the Bubble-Head Charm, hoping against hope that his aim would hold true. He returned to the surface for another welcome, albeit painful, bout of air. He opened his mouth to repeat the spelled on himself, but only ended up cursing grand old mother nature, as another wave rocked through him, carrying the girl further away from him, as well snatching his wand from his hand. He spun around in a circle, feeling around in the gray water for his sole protection. His racing heart calmed only a little as he felt the rod brush across the back of his hand. He snatched it up quickly, thanking whatever was watching out for him for its return. He opened his mouth to repeat the spell again, but his mouth quickly shut as a new sensation overwhelmed him. John nearly bellied-up, his lungs now filling with water, as his arms and legs were forcefully stretched to their full length, away from his body. His body gave a racking heave as his head bobbed above water. He was actually thankful for once that the waves were so strong, because in his incapacitated state it was the only thing allowing him to breathe. He was able to do nothing as his attacker slid by, a smile fit for the most evil of Death eaters on his face as he moved toward him. Johnathon gave water muffled swear, as he was unable to move to help. He clenched his fist, feeling his wand still in his right hand. Although aiming was totally out of the question, he figured that if he aimed with his mind properly, the spell would still take effect. Giving as fierce a glare as could at his approaching attacker, he used all of his might to cast, Locomotor mortis. There was no effect. He tried again, using nearly everything in him, but it still did not work. There was something wrong; he did not feel the usual stir of magic flow from his hand to his wand. He glanced at the wooden stick in his hand only to find it definitely wasn’t his wand. It was much too long to be anyone's wand, and made of a heavier wood than his ash one. How the hell didn’t he notice that? Unable to do anything but watch as the attacker got close to his prey, John’s mind pounded , attempting to locate his missing wand. Accio, accio, accio, he screamed, the water drowning out his voice, and now beginning to drown out the very thoughts in his mind. If things kept going the way they were, he was going to be very close to sinking below the water. And no matter how hard the waves rolled him back to the surface, his lungs could only take so much water. And he had a feeling that he’d had about enough to do the deed. He prayed again for something, ANYTHING, to get him and his rather unfortunate, blind classmate out of this. |
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| Marissa Cane | Jul 20 2008, 11:06 PM Post #12 |
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The rain pelted from the sky, sending icy daggers straight through the skin. Eyes were beginning to burn from the excess amounts of salt that had been washed into the sensitive area, though such things didn’t really affect Marissa. The whole being blind thing seemed to be working in this one matter. While the eyes themselves still burned, there was no sight to be affected, as she knew was going to be working against her assailant. Ha. Let him try to win this one against her. In any case it helped her land a solid hit against her attacker and allow her the chance to “run” away. Fighting the massive waves that were beginning to surge with the brewing storm, the girl fell beneath the water several times but managed to regain some semblance of footing as she strove to reach the beach. Fortune was with her in the form of Nate’s voice and heavy splashes. He would be much easier to follow with her sense of hearing then to just scramble around trying to feel her way back. The boy she had come to love as a brother and more intensely in the recent past was striving to make it to the same destination she was, but why? The Nate she knew would not leave her for dead in the water, unless he was too injured to be able to help her out. Panic flooded her senses as she took in that thought. If he was hurt to the point of not being able to help her, she was completely on her own – a feeling she used to desire above all else only to find herself fearing it over any other emotion. Her feet swooshed out from under her with the happening of a particularly nasty wave, though this seemed to be helping her intentions above all us. She needed to get away from the man attacking her, and the best way to do that was to stay hidden beneath the surface and swim for the shore. There was a moment of confusion, however, as she heard a name being shouted above the roaring winds and water. Had he shouted for a girl named Clarissa? Oh this figured. She was going to be killed all because of a mistaken identity. Typical, these kinds of things only ever happened to people with disabilities, or, at least, that’s the way it seemed. At least they got their own safety ramps at every government funded building. That was definitely a perk. For now, however, her hands thrust in front of her and tried to swim for the shore. Screw Ariel and all things Disney that made it seem possible for a person to be able to actually be like the characters they had grown to love from the movies. Little girls couldn’t actually become princesses and find the perfect prince, and people in desperate situations certainly didn’t sprout fins because of daddy’s scepter or find another handsome prince to come to the rescue aboard a large ship. Some things just weren’t meant to be, and for that Marissa was silently cursing the entire premise of Walt Disney. Her arms had begun to feel numb against the cold and her body was slowly increasing in mass as the watery depths tried to draw her to her untimely grave, and she let them. The pull of serenity to be found in giving up was too much of an incentive to let slip through her fingers. Bubbles trickled from her lips as her lungs slowly let seep the last of their air supply. When had death become such an enigma? She had been striving to live her life to the fullest for so long, that suddenly it felt as though…it had all been for nothing – a feeling she hated above all else. Her vision remained as black as her thoughts but the normal white noise her hearing always experienced was becoming fuzzy almost to the equivalent of the vision clouding over or becoming dotty. She was losing her main sense due to lack of oxygen, but she couldn’t help it. Her body just felt like lead. In the last moments before her body passed out she mentally cheered Nate on in hopes that he would avenge her by taking out the man who had done this to her. A laugh almost escaped Marissa’s lips. Nobody had done this to her. If anything, it was completely her own fault. She had come to this beach completely alone and had willingly gone into the water in hopes of learning a new trait. Perhaps this was fate’s way of saying the water was just all around a bad place for her to be. New things did not need to be learned in this type of atmosphere. For once, it seemed as though everyone around her was right. She just wasn’t cut out to try things such as this on her own. A smile fell to her lips at the hilarity of it all as her mind blacked out completely. |
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