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[ oh my gracious i want to shdkgfhksajgd ugh, i just wrote out a response, and then my mom turned on too many things that were plugged into one plug-line, so the computer shut down without saving. shdgjhdjgh i am so not happy right now, sorry if my response is delayed. ;l ]

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[ oh my gracious i want to shdkgfhksajgd ugh, i just wrote out a response, and then my mom turned on too many things that were plugged into one plug-line, so the computer shut down without saving. shdgjhdjgh i am so not happy right now, sorry if my response is delayed. ;l ]

(( ono Noooo Dx ))

[carrie dee.]

{ @cane- posting after deffs does. c: }

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{{ working on my post now c: sorry for the delay. }}

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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.

[shay ;]

{ I am totally posting today or tomorrow guys, I had no time.

[leaving soon]

|Can you reserve me the last female?|

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{{ sorry but no. i was planning on making it into a male position and make a male character. another time. }}

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[ sorry for the huge delay, abandoned.
and everyone, pip is open, just shoot me a pm if you want your character to interact with her. c: ]

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Ｉᶤ ＳˢＡᵃＩᶤＡᵃＨʰ ＨʰＥᵉＮᶰＲʳＹʸ ＬˡＯᵒＶᵛＥᵉＴᵗＴᵗ
ｉᴵｓˁａᴬｉᴵａᴬｈᴴ ｈᴴｅᴱｎᴺｒᴿｙʸ ｌᴸｏᴼｖᵛｅᴱｔᵀｔᵀ
❝singing to an ocean, i can hear the ocean's roar❞

« doing ; by the water playing accordion
« thinking about ; hoping that ella is there.
« with ; no one.
« mood ; happy, but slightly anxious to see her.

» Isaiah watched the tide retreat and come forward for a good time, while playing his beloved instrument simultaneously. He really didn't know where his love for music came from. Both his parents and his sister didn't share his interest in instruments. Still, he had grew up on soft blues, on banjos and accordions, on folk music, on the Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel, etc. While he spent his time playing music and the occasional basketball game, Adelaide preferred to sit and write for hours on end, and played hockey. His sister.. He missed her so much. His heart ached for her. He still could not believe that she was really gone. She was his other have, his twin, the one he swore he couldn't live without, was dead. And it was his damn fault.

Isaiah knew that he would never, ever forget himself for that night. Every night the scene flashed on repeat in his dreams. It was his cruel punishment, but Isaiah felt that he deserved it. He hadn't gone to the place where they had scattered her ashes since her death; he felt too guilt stricken to be faced with it. She had always told her family that if she were to die, they would cremate her and scatter her ashes in her favourite place, the hill. Isaiah still wasn't sure whether it had an official name, but everyone that knew Adelaide called it Ade's Hill. She spent God-knows how many hours over there. On the slope there was a giant oak tree that she loved to sit under, pen and paper in hand, for ages. The hill was in view from the rocks, and Isaiah raised his eyes to look at it. Isaiah felt a twinge of guilt, and cast his eyes back to the ocean.

He vaguely wondered where the girl, Ella was at. He grabbed the piece of notepad and a stubby pencil that he had brought with him and balanced it atop his instrument, neatly writing a few lines of lyric. His notepad was the closest thing he came to being organized. His room was fine, sure, but his notepad was specific, he strictly only used it for lyrics. It was small, and had cracked leather as the cover and back, binding the pages with yarn. Most of his music was about what he was experienced at that moment. Lately, his lyrics had taken a turn to another part of the sea, mermaids. He couldn't fully understand how it was that they were real. Because if they were real, then what else was real? Aliens? Bigfoot? All of it seemed absurd, but so was the idea of mermaids, and they were real, quite clearly.

He loved being part of the secret, though certainly not by the mermaid's. The thought made him smile. If Isaiah was one thing, it would be stubborn. He knew that she porbably didn't enjoy his constant company, but Isaiah absolutely refused to leave her side, to be blunt. He figured that he was here early, but Isaiah didn't think it was a big deal, just some extra time. He wasn't aware that she was even here; he was obliviously focused on seemingly nothing, content in waiting and playing. Isaiah wasn't an impatient person, which was quite clear in that he had waited for her before, and he'd wait for her now.

[shay ;]

[ @pie; sorry for the delay. I had like no time. At all, heh. So sorreh love.

[ @deffs; I am so sorry this is a suck-ish post. oh I am such a idiot. oh well, forgive me?

→ venus 'nessie' narita
→ eighteen years old
→ female, chick, girl

→ crush; josh
→ dating; no-one

→ different and sweat
→ her 'lookie' looks

→ current outfit
→ mood; amused
→ where; in the 'cave'
→ with; josh

→ tagged; josh

Splashing around in the water was really calming Nessie down, it was quiet in the cave, so she really had time to think. The water was warm, not like in Rejkavik. Venus could still not believing, she, a Islandic girl who swore never to touch water was a mermaid, such a magical creature. A creature whose vains were filled with salt water and her scales shinned like the sun. Coming back to reality, Nessie realized that there wasn't anymore time for fun, a person appeared in the cave, "Nessie?" the voice called, it was Josh. Nessie's one and only friend. They wanted to meet here actually, but someway she forgot and so did he. But he was here, so they could hang out. "Hi, Josh." she said with her usual sweet voice and turned around to face the handsome young man. Nessie swam toward the edge of the pool. "So, want to take a swim, or maybe something else?" Nessie mused as she twirled her already curly hair. "Anyways, you're late. Is there an explanation?" she told him sarcasticly. Nessie loved Josh, he was the greatest best friend a girl could have. That was how she came to the crush she had on his. Well, who wouldn't. He was a popular, hot, bad boy. It was likely that every girl in the world liked Josh. How could he ever pick little ol' Venus Narita. A lonesome girl, who didn't know anyone in Lindon.