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[ if anyone wants to talk to Nessie then, she's in the cave. Josh is like the only person that can go to her, but otherwise. PM me and I'll get her out of the water.

[carrie dee.]

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☼☼ a thing called the s e a
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ａｃｔｉｏｎ(ｓ) working at
the restaurant set on
the pier, near the centre.
ｍｏｏｄ feeling rather
bored at the tedious work
he has to do every day.
but looking forward to
going out on his boat
later in the day.
ｃｒｕｓｈ ace is too scared
to fall in love. but
maybe just rylie, maybe.
ｏｕｔｆｉｔ wearing the blue polo
top with the work's logo
on and some beige short,
accompanied with flipflops.
ｔｕｎｅ 'walk in the sun' by
the british boy band mcfly.
maybe it's a bit girlish
but he prefers the tune
to anything else.
ｔａｇｇｅｄ no one (open for
interaction w/ anyone)
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Ruffling the towel over his hair again, he felt the droplets of water run down his neck and shivered at the feeling. At the start of the shower the water had been hot, turning Ace's feed red, but having the annoyance of the water pipes in his house all being connected he was pushed out of the shower by the water being turned to temperatures of freezing. If you turned on a tap downstairs it turned the water cold upstairs. The perfect way for Sarah to get him out of the shower when she needed to. He could hear the water running next door and rolled his eyes at her. Dropping the smaller towel onto his bed he quickly dried the rest of his body and then changed into his work outfit. Smart blue polo and shorts. He didn't want to go to work but it was the only way he could get the money to keep his boat in top notch. If he had any choice, he would already be out on the blue waters.

He rubbed one hand on his neck as he left his room, mindful to shut the door behind him, and trotted down the stairs. His father was crouched by the door, fixing the handle Marie had managed to break when she came slamming at eleven last night. Definitely one of her earliest returns to the house. Smirking at the thought of her brooding now because she was grounded, Ace entered the open plan kitchen-dining room and grabbed one of the pieces of toast that Adele was about to butter. She glared at him but only sent him a 'good morning' and a slight cuff over the head. Crunching on the toast he slipped into the fliplops he had discared by the door last night and decided that, judging by the empty dinner table, Marie was still upstairs locked in her room.

He slipped past his dad with a short conversation of 'work hard and when will you be back?' 'yeah and just...later'. Ace wasn't much of an open guy when it came to what he was doing during the day. Plus, surely his dad would know he would go straight from working to his boat? That's what he always did. He popped the last bit of toast into his mouth and smiled as he stepped off the veranda encircling the beach house and onto driveway. Although he wasn't actually facing the sea he could hear the waves gently splashing against the sand and already the delighted squeals of the younger tourists who had dragged thier parents out of bed at an ungodly hour to go down to the 'pretty beach'.

Ace loved the beach but more than that, he loved the sea. It was his home. The sudden speed when he put up the sails. The wind hitting into the large white canvas and causing it to billow to the extent of taut. The sun reflecting on the waves and changing it from one colour to a myriad of them. It was his life. Stepping onto the pavement, he slipped his hands into his pockets and was soon weaving among the hustle of the boardwalk. When he reached his work place, Ace pushed open the door - completely ignoring the sign saying 'closed' - and walked to behind the counter. His friend Will was standing there, flicking through one of the surfing magazines that littered the left side of the counter. After exchanging some friendly teasing they set about wiping down the tables and putting out napikins, cutlery and the other stuff that most restaurant tables held.

Half-an-hour later they flipped the sign around and soon the restaurant, that had both outdoor and inside eating on two levels, was politely busy. Serving outside Ace could feel the warm breeze ruffling his hair around and he sighed, his eyes flicking to the sea. The sea he wanted to be on right then, sailing away from everything to everything. One of the customers he was serving cleared her throat and he turned back to face the table, flashing them an apologetic smile. He'd just have to wait to get out onto the sea.

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➹➹ a thing called l o v e
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ａｃｔｉｏｎ(ｓ) sitting in the bow
of finn's ship and thinking,
as well as looking out to sea.
ｍｏｏｄ happy and 'at
peace' with the world.
but her contradictory
feelings of annoyance
towards the relationship
finn and maisey share
taint that slightly.
ｄａｔｉｎｇ piper has been in
love with finn for four
months and been dating him
for a year now. but
will good things stay together?
ｏｕｔｆｉｔ wearing a white
spaghetti-strap top and some
worn, frayed short shorts. got
a red bikini on underneath.
currently barefoot, whilst on
the deck.
ｔｕｎｅ 'days' by the kinks,
a band from the 90s.
piper has quite a selective
opinion of music and modern
songs don't fit the bill.
as well as this,
this song can very much
relate to her current
feelings about finn.
ｔａｇｇｅｄ finn.
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The sun turned the girl's hair the colour of copper as she smoothly pulled it from its' ponytail. Her eyes were both happy and nervous as she looked through the wide gaps in the boats protective railings, and out to the open sea. The water looked cool and gorgeous as the boat swiftly cut through the waves. And Piper was happy to be out on Finn's boat, with Finn. There was just the slight problem that if any water touched any part of her skin, she would become part fish in under twenty seconds. Piper sighed and ran a hand through her hair, looking over her shoulder at Finn. He was steering the boat, standing at the wheel like the - handsome - captain he was.

Her lips twitched and then she smiled at him before turning back around. She was sitting in front of the cabin, propped up on her elbows, wearing her bikini top and denim shorts. Her iPod, book, towel and top were in a pile besides her and her flipflops where down below. Even though she wasn't with Finn she didn't mind. Sharing this time together was enough. Not being able to dive in with him - although she wanted to more than anything - was upsetting, yes, but he seemed to have accepted that she wasn't going to and that would 'control' the situation for now. Maybe one day she would tell him that she was a mermaid but today wasn't the day, and neither was tomorrow.

Closing her eyes, she lay down properly now and sighed happily at the warmth of the deck. She'd been sunbathing for a while now and was content enough to continue doing just that. Until Finn stopped the boat and dived in. It was after had had climbed out that they would really spend time together. The brunette shifted the towel under her head and was son back to thinking about her 'little scaly problem' as her brother had dubbed it.

However, it wasn't just that that she was nervous about. There was also Maisey. Finn's best friend. It hurt Piper slightly that the two spent so much time together but she had ever said anything to either of them about it. Of course, sometimes she couldn't hide her feelings but she would never purposely intervene. If Finn was happy being friends with Maisey, Piper wasn't going to intrude. As long as it just stayed friends. She didn't think it would escalate into anything else though. Finn hadn't spent any less time with Piper, but, then again, he had spent much more time either. Best to forget about it she thought, opening her eyes again. The girl squinted up at the sky and then sat up, just catching the sound of the boat cutting through a bigger wave. The spray soared through and over the railings and instinctively, Piper grabbed her towel and moved back. She knew it hadn't come anywhere near her but she was in the middle of the ocean with only her boyfriend, she couldn't afford to take risks.

Piper rubbed her eyes and tried to push the edge feeling she had had for a while now down and just feel the happiness of beign out on the open sea on a warm day with her boyfriend. Luckily, the The Troian Dreamer was the perfect place to feel happy and slowly the envious and empty feelings ebbed away until she could just pretend nothing was wrong and she was just a normal Lindon girl, out on the sea with the boy she loved. Even the key note in that, pretend, could be pushed down into the crevices of 'don't think about it'. Turning over, she sent one more smile to Finn and then crossed her arms in front of her, resting her left cheek onto it so she was comfortable. She couldn't hear the sound of Maisey and Finn talking, a noise that would probably have bought all those feelings back up in a wave so big she would have been washed overboard.

It was only when another big wave caused the boat to lurch in the water slightly, about twenty minutes later, that she lifted her head up. Piper had fallen into a doze and with one hand she rubbed her eyes before stretching her arms above her and then rolling onto her back. Looking over her shoulder she noticed Finn leaning on the ropes and smiled at the way he looked so at home when any normal person would be scared that, at any moment, they would topple over bored. He was properly checking on something. "Finn! We going to stop soon?" She called, putting one hand on her knee and shading her eyes with the other. They had found the perfect place to stop and dive a couple of months ago and they went there pretty much every time they went out on the boat now. Hopefully it would be soon. Piper wanted to talk to Finn again; they rarely spoke about anything in particular but they always seemed to speak about everything and he understood her so well, and she him. It was beautiful.

[abandoned.]

[[ alrighty, anchor finished her post ^^ I have Joshua's done [need to type it up] and then I just need to do Ella's and I'm all set! sorry x_x ]]

[indefinite,]

тαɢѕ αɴyoɴe? }}. finn and piper.

ＭＡＩＳＥＹ ＨＡＲＲＩＳ.-------ʷʰᵒ ᶰᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ﹖ ------- ı pou,ʇ˙
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ｓｅｃｒｅｔ;; she is indeed a
mermaid, her gift a year old. the only
human that knows of her secret is her
family and finn, a close friend of hers.

ｏｕｔｉｆｔ;; standard summer wear for
australia during this time. jean shorts, a
floral tank, a pair of cream, brown sandels.

ｍｏｏｄ;; quite at peace, to be truthful.
she's comfortable with both her surroundings
and herself, and it makes for a great
sanctuary.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; for as long as she's been
friends with finn marquee, she's had a sort of
a soft spot for him, so much that she was
actually relieved when it was he who found
out her secret . she knows he's dating piper
and loves her dearly, but she cant help
herself.

ｄｏｉｎｇ;; speaking to finn marquee at
the moment, trying her best to keep out of
sight from piper.

-----i used to shun out my 'gift' when i first learned of it. to me, it was like a birthmark of the most oddest shape, in the most noticable positon, and there was no way to get rid of it. i hated it with all my might, and therefore, i never went into the water. mother harrassed my to no end of the subject. she claimed it was a gift that i was to accept gratefully, that it was from god himself. i scoffed at her. a gift from god? how could i get a gift from a man that didnt exhist? it seemed mightly proposterous to me, and i've never done well with fantasy. fantasy did nothing useful for one but cook up useless and meaningful ideas, those that would cloud thoughs and portray something that would never in the world happen, and keep one from thinking and planning about what actually could occur. day dreaming. i'd yet to be a victim of it until the day i realized a single drop of water would make me grow fins, scales, and a tail.
----- could all the stories really be true? could all the vampires, werewolves, genies, witches, warlocks, monsters, and even god be of true exhistance? it seemed so far fetched, but yet here i was, appearing human from the waist up and fish from the waist down. what about all those bedtime stories, all the tales depicted in disney movies and documentaries? were they just bits and pieces of what umans have yet to understand? and the authors, directors, writers; were they trying to tell us something for all those years behind those clique themes and endings? very far-fetched indeed, but i was growing curiouser and curiouser and looking for - here i was. daydreaming. so much for not getting fixiated on fairytales, but it was so hard not to. i was a harris, a family built on bloodline after bloodline of fishermen and mermaids, the men who sit apon the bows of their boat, letting the sun's rays seep apon their pale white skin, and the women who swim alongside their boats having no trouble with keeping up with its pace, hair pushed back against the water's force, scales gleaming from the reflection of the center of the universe. man and fish. they hunt them but they love them.
----- hudson told me the other day what it was like to live with mermaids and never being able to muster what they could do. he told me what mom told him: "boys just cannot be mermaids. its not in their will power." even falling in the sacred pool at the time of a spear wouldnt even effect them, though most cases show that sons of a mermaid possess ability to hold their breath for an extended amount of time, or even be able to dilate their eyes at will to see clearly underwater, but in this case hudson never got such gifts. it was our first real talk in a month; his resentment towards me after our spat over my neglect towards samuel and his approval of him [ we refused to call our father by anything but samuel ] was as evident as night and day, and so afterwards, i made sure we bonded in a way that had nothing to do with water. i was close with my brother; hudson was the only real family i didnt hate in some way. my father was always away, so much that i didnt know how he didnt fit cheating on my mother in with his scedule, since he was so detatched, and my mother wasnt as fair as she looked. she'd never tried to help me until i gained my mermaid powers, but it was only like she was trying to save the family name rather than me. im guessing she became this way since my father refuses her just as much as he does to us, and she doesnt want to leave him because he was the 'one man she could trust with her fishy secret', but it could be anyones guess as to the real reason. all in all, i wasnt all close with anyone in my family. i wasnt close with anyone but finn marquee.
----- he was the shelter to my storm, and i was the grateful refugee. without he and his playful antics, i'd be as lost as hey day he found me out and i found out about him. and the irony of it? he had a fishy girlfriend of his own; i knew of it because i'd seen her swimming out of the sacred pool before, though i slipped behind a rock to keep from her view. mermaids were allowed to know of one another; it was a rare thing, considering most liked to keep to themselves and have their secrets not known to many, but it was possible, and i knew she was aboard the boat as i looked up at finn, his head blocking the glare of the sun, because he kept his voice low. though his grin was wide, cheeks pressed up in a way a grandmother would want to pinch them lovingly. i tried my best to keep out of piper's sight. i'd never spoken to her before, and i didnt know if she thought she was the only mermaid in exhistance. i didnt know how she would react if she saw me, but that wasnt the main problem. mermaids were not supposed to tell others their secret; my secret coming out was an accident but i knew that since finn has never asked me about piper and her tail, that she had yet to tell him and probably wouldnt. and if she caught sight of me and didnt react shocked like a human would, finn would know the exact reason why, and bad things happened when a human knew of two mermaids at a time.
----- i matched my voice to the same pitch as his too keep piper from noticing. thankfully, our range of hearing didnt increase since we were meraids. "oh, please. why dont you lean farther over? maybe an 'accidental' dip will help clear that stench you're carrying on you. what it that, salmon or tilapia?" i cocked my head out of subconsciousness. it was a trademark when i was amused. i quickened my pace of my tail just enough to reach up and grab a small, stainless steel handle just below the brim of the boat. i pulled myself up just enough to take a swift peak at piper before sliding back down into the cool atlantic and turning back to finn. "out with the miss piper i see? where you guys off to this time, huh?" i rolled my eyes playfully, but inside, i was no longer feeling amused. it actually hurt seeing them together, like it hurt seeing any couple as you walk down the street but i felt my posture together, as i always do, because it was just a fantasy.

[abandoned.]

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ellα тнereѕe мoore
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ғeмαle | 17 | ѕιɴɢle [мιɴor crυѕн oɴ ιѕαιαн] | мerмαιd

Ella had woken up early today. She'd already taken her bath and had changed into the clothes she'd be wearing for the rest of the day: a pair of white capris and a light blue tank top. Having done as much of her summer homework as she could take, Ella had moved onto her chores. No one except her younger sister was at home. Her mother had to go to the hospital to do her rounds, Ivory had left a few hours earlier with Melanie to go to their summer job at the cafe, and who knew or cared where Jared (stepbrother) and Steven (stepdad) were. Now, she was once again, in her room, bored, doing nothing. She was sure Jupiter would (hopefully) want to go out, get some ice cream, go to the beach. Then, she'd have an excuse to go—to that very spot she always found that boy waiting. Besides, being in the ocean was much better than sitting in a bathtub, your tail half out of water. At least you got to swim.

“Ella? Can we go to the beach? Get some ice cream afterward?” Jupiter asked through the door. Once she had made her presence known, she barged on in, hopping onto Ella's bed, her legs folded underneath her, hands in her lap, looking at Ella expectantly.

The brunette mermaid only rolled her eyes in response, but she was smiling and her warm, soft brown eyes obviously betrayed her amusement. “Sure. You ready?” Ella asked her younger sister, grabbing her phone and the house keys, slipping a pair of blue sandals on.

Receiving the affirmative, the two girls left home and headed for the beach which was in walking distance. As they walked, Ella frowned slightly as she thought back to the time that boy had found out about her. It had been cold that night, since it was either fall nearing winter, or the beginning of the cold seasons. She had been a mermaid for more than three months and had found that if she wasn’t in the ocean waters for at least an hour, she'd feel restless. So, she would always make sure she had finished everything she needed to do as early as she could and would then spend the rest of her free time in the ocean water, until she had to go back for bed. That night though, she had heard faint singing and the sound of a guitar. Ella hadn’t thought much about it, sure that the person was with a group and would be preoccupied. So, in she dove. One. Two. Three. Four. Five, six, seven, eight. Nine. Ten. Almost out of breath. Eleven, and she had her tail, shooting up for a breath. When she opened her eyes, she saw Isaiah there, standing with his mouth wide open and she had frozen.

After that, nearly everyday, she saw the boy where he had found her, and everyday she'd watch, keeping her distance. Today, however, wasn't the case. Every time she went to the beach with her sisters, they’d go to the most deserted area (if they were lucky) and get into the water. So, naturally, Ella and Jupiter headed to that spot to see if it was overly crowded and Ella froze, seeing Isaiah. It was the first time he'd gotten there before she had, and she wasn't sure what to do. Should she just turn around and act like she hadn't seen him?

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joѕнυα jαмeѕ нeɴderѕoɴ
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мαle | 18 |ѕιɴɢle [ɴoɴe] | ĸɴowѕ αвoυт veɴυѕ

Joshua was still asleep, even though it was nearing twelve in the afternoon. He wasn’t supposed to meet Nessie until around 12:30 anyhow, so he'd set his alarm for 12:15. It didn’t take him long to get ready for the day, considering he preferred taking his showers around five PM or right before he went to bed.

Even though his alarm went off, the boy ignored it, groaning and rolling over after he hit the snooze button. Ten minutes later, however, he shot up, cursing under his breath. “I have to go meet Venus at the beach, right? What time is it?” he questioned, glancing over at his clock, to check. 12:25. Hell. I'm gonna be late, he thought, jumping out of his bed, running into the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he brushed his teeth, the boy ran back out and started shuffling through his clothes until he found the pair of shorts and the white t-shirt he wanted to wear today. It was suppose to be really hot that day and there was no way in hell he was going to wear jeans, when he could be wearing shorts. Joshua continued to jump around like an idiot, trying to pull his shorts on, before running back into the bathroom and spitting the minty foam from his mouth out into the sink, rinsing. He left the bathroom, taking the white shirt he'd chosen, pulling it over his head as he grabbed his cellphone and slipped it into his pocket, heading out the door. There was absolutely no time to eat a good breakfast, so he just grabbed an apple.

As he walked, Joshua reflected on that school year. They’d been a month into the year and Nessie had moved in around that time. He was a bit amused as to how he had found out about the girl's secret. He had decided that he wasn’t in the mod to go to school and had therefore, skipped. It had been a Friday, anyways. Nothing really important happened (usually). Anyways, back to how he’d found out. He'd been walking on the beach, were there was nobody else around, not really paying any attention to his surroundings. But something out of the corner of his eye had caught his attention. It had been a girl—near his age—swimming. So, he just stood and watched, about to go over to her and converse, when he saw her tail. Now, I think you know what happens from there.

Sighing, Joshua tossed the apple core in the trash can near the beach's entrance, stretching his arms above his head, looking around. Where could she be? Could she be late, having forgotten? Or did she leave...? Shaking his head, Joshua facepalmed. They'd decided to meet at the cave. Stupid, he thought, as he headed for the cave. “Nessie?” he called out, once he was near.

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