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 On the high seas your ship attacked!, Tag: Eden (Ninja)
Hazel Gray
Posted: Jan 19 2012, 08:52 PM


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As usual, Hazel was bored. When you were often afloat on a little boat (hee, that rhymed), there was very little to do. She’d listened to music, she’d tried to start up a good game of strip poker, she tried to write a novel in her head. She’d drawn a caricature of Cormac (as she liked to call him now). She’d rolled around on deck in agony. Nothing was cutting through the boredom. “Oh woe is me, oh woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree…” Hazel sang to the tune of O, Christmas tree. She had nothing better to do so she sang the song as loudly and as obnoxiously as she could as she wandered around the boat, ignoring the glares of her classmates, well, former classmates really, as school was no more. Halleh-jah-luh-lah! Actually, Hazel was a little bit sorry about that. She’d read lots and lots of books to skip the grades she did and she’d hate to get stupid now.As she continued to walk around the boat, Hazel’s gaze finally settled on the resident crazy, Eden. Walking up to the older girl, Hazel greeted the red shoes first. The lobotomy whatsits. “Hello Lou Lou, whatcha doing?” Hazel did this mostly to annoy Eden. She’d overheard her speaking to the shoes before which is how Hazel knew their name. “Want to play a game?” Hazel continued to address the shoes. “What say you meatbag?” Lately, Hazel had taken to referring to people as meatbags because they were basically zombie fodder. “Let’s do something exciting. Let’s go attack another ship and steal their supplies!” They could become pirates on the… not so high sea… bay. Not pretend pirates, because that was for little kids and sissies. Real pirates. They needed supplies, didn’t they?
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EDEN FERNANDEZ
Posted: Jan 21 2012, 04:37 PM


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There was not one but two Hazel Grays sashaying before her, blinding her ear drums and bleeding her eyelids. Eden Fernandez was not a happy bunny, she was far far far the opposite of a chipper tween at something o’clock in the morning. She groaned as the doubles’ voice grew louder and rocked her weary head. “Kill it, Hazel!” She snapped before she swung on the railings and made wretch to no avail. She threw her hands to the heavens as she crumpled back down on the floor. Her dress hiked up her legs but she did not care, the sea had not been gentle and it proved to Eden that like everything else, it sucked. “Why is this happening to me?”

The brat ventured on, addressing Lou Lou first. A gesture Eden appreciated had she not been heaving out of seasickness all morning, she snapped her red stilettos off her feet. She’d been trying to get some shut-eye and held the shoes tight against her chest. Now, she’d left them off to make sure they didn’t get dirty. “Lou Lou doesn’t like games, Hazel. Louboutins are meant for playing yes but they’re revered because of its unworldly beauty and…Why am I wasting my breath? You’re twelve going on six.”

Eden raised a perfectly arched brow, given the fact she packed most of her make-up bags than her notebooks for the fieldtrip and her tweezers were one amongst the many few she’d saved. “I am not a meatbag, Hazel. I am a perfect human being with class and sophistication who has no time for silly little games.” Not to mention, she felt like she was going to die from seasickness. What a way to go. She bit her lip, the tears flooding back into her blue green eyes. Five months in and Eden was doing better, she didn’t want to throw herself off the boat as much but the tears would still remain. “I miss the way things were…but you might be on to something. Happiness is being content with what we have, I’m going to be happy when I have more clothes!”


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Hazel Gray
Posted: Jan 21 2012, 10:23 PM


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Hazel had to say, Eden’s groggy grumpiness in the mornings was really quite funny. “Kill what?” Hazel asked, practically dancing around the other girl, even though Hazel knew very well that Eden was referring to the noise. She should just be grateful that she could awake to the sound of Hazel’s beautiful voice. Hazel ignored Eden’s self-pitying moan as she often did, not just with Eden, but whenever someone muttered any woe is me nonsense. She even ignored the retching over the rail. Hazel sniffed in indignation though, when Eden said that Lou Lou didn’t like games. “Psht. Lou Lou loves games. All Loubuttox do!” Eden declared. Hehe Lou buttox. Hazel probably shouldn’t humor Eden’s habit of conversing with her shoes, but since it was just so fantastic, she couldn’t help herself. Hazel scowled at Eden’s remark about her age. “And you’re 19, OLD for a high school student by the way, going on four!” Hazel had no real reason to choose that particular age, only it was younger than the age Eden had given. Maybe not Hazel’s most mature moment, but oh well.“Why don’t you just stick your finger down your throat like the bulemics. Then you can just puke and get it over with!” Hazel suggested helpfully, finally referring to Eden’s seasick antics. Hazel envied Eden’s ability to arch an eyebrow. Try all she might, she always moved both brows when she tried instead of only one. Total bummer. Bad enough that Hazel had to resort to such antics to amuse herself. “To the zombies, you’re a meatbag,” Hazel said flatly before rolling her eyes at Eden’s glorified description of herself. “‘Sides, it’s not a silly game. I’m a hundred percent serious. Piracy is where it’s at... and okay, if not that, then how about we at least go scrounging around on shore. You can get all the clothes you want!” Hazel gave Eden her best convincing grin. “Of course, you’ll still look the same, but you win some, you lose some.” Actually Hazel thought, in her own objective opinion, that Eden was quite pretty, just a little too prissy. “Let’s go, let’s go!” Hazel said, wanting to hurry. “We can take the dingy!” Hah. Dingy.
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EDEN FERNANDEZ
Posted: Jan 24 2012, 01:51 PM


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She sucked air into her mouth, shut her eyes and counted to ten. Fists clenched, she was not going to fall for that brat’s trap. The young girl had this innate ability of not just rubbing but smearing her existence in her face and thought it was best to ignore her, Eden was tempted, sorely tempted to lock her in the custodian’s closet under the boat but refrained herself. She’d been trying to get Cormac to see her more than the spoilt rich kid she was and more as a responsible young woman, one whom would be right to bring home to meet your parents and grandparents. A smile found its way to her lips and though Hazel continued to irritate her with the sacrilege that was mispronouncing her Louboutins, she clung on to her Zen. “They’re called Louboutins, Hazel and they’re not to be played with and I’m not letting you rile me up. I’m too mature for all this bullsh—crap.” Smooth save.

At Hazel’s proposal of forcing the vomit out, Eden shot scimitars and daggers at the twelve year old. She had spoken out of juvenile jest but as a recovering recovered bulimic herself, the kid struck a raw nerve. “No,” she answered with death squinting her eyelids. “Never (again), why don’t you try it yourself or better yet jump off the boat and drown.” She flung her hair over her shoulder, immediately weaving her fingers through her hair. Her mother used to do that for her, brush her hair and coo over how beautiful her little girls were. Then the root thrashed in her heart, her mother left them. Her sister was dead. Her father was most likely dead. She had no one but these people on board. What a sad life.

She took one look at Hazel, sighing once more. “Look, on second thought. I’m not in the mood for games, Hazel. Why don’t you bother somebody else? Ask Mr. Sable to take you out to shore or that Pablo kid whose been staring at us with his little notebook.” She snarled at the Junior. The boy was shifty as the sea. “No better yet, don’t go with Pablo or whatever his name is. Go play a game, hide and seek or whatever.”


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Hazel Gray
Posted: Jan 28 2012, 05:39 PM


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One thing Hazel liked to do was look for in people was tell tale signs of anger. Eden was particularly obvious about it because often when around Hazel she would close her eyes and clench her fists. It was kind of hilarious really. She’d usually give it a bit and then speak. This time she actually smiled making Hazel suspect that Eden had been going to her happy place when her eyes were close. Hazel had a happy place too, but she didn’t go there when she was mad. Just when she was bored.“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Hazel said appeasingly. Despite the smile, Hazel thought Eden was highly unstable. She couldn’t help it if Eden didn’t appreciate her great wit. It was Eden’s loss. Besides, she didn’t want to make the other girl too angry. Every great mastermind needed a henchman or two and Hazel had decided to make Eden and Lou Lou hers. Pretty soon she’d have the whole boat…Hazel gave Eden an innocent look when she glared at her. As far as Hazel was concerned it was a perfectly legitimate suggestion so she didn’t know why she was trying to blow Hazel up through her mind. She’d never achieve that… but Hazel might… someday. “I don’t need to. I feel just fine. I have a stomach of iron. And I swim like a fish. I swim like ten fishes,” Never mind that swimming like ten fishes didn’t actually make logical sense. Hazel knew logic just well, she had skipped two grades after all, but it was overrated in speech and made everything boring. Hazel released an exasperated sigh when Eden said she wasn’t in the mood for games. Eden wasn’t in the mood for life. Hazel glanced over at Pablo as Eden suggested him. Pablo was a mouth breather. Once she stole his notebook. Scary stuff, my friend. Scary stuff. “Don’t worry about him, he’s probably just drawing pictures of you naked.” Hazel told Eden. “You basically have two choices here, you and Lou Lou can get off the boat and for a little while not feel like you’re going to hurl out your eyeballs, or you’re going to stay here and… hurl out your eyeballs. It’s not like we have to attack other ships. I’m perfectly content with a land run. All we gotta do is go on that little boat and take off.” Hazel gave Eden her best look, a cross between jedi mindtrick and puss in boots kitten stare. Yes, yes, she’d come along.
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EDEN FERNANDEZ
Posted: Feb 5 2012, 04:51 PM


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It did not take a lot to set Eden off. A certain look, words left unsaid, at this very moment was a twelve year old girl. Then there was money, especially money but right underneath, a very close second was when someone, anyone commented and connected frayed strands of rope with between her eating disorder and her. By habit, she clutched her arms around her waist and her heart began to race. It took her a while to soften her glare at Hazel back into a wrinkled annoyance. “You sound like a submarine.” It wasn’t an insult, more of an observation spurned by the stomach of iron and ten fishes. Eden shrugged it aside. “You just do, don’t ask why.”

Her eyes widened. For a while consumed by emotion, she cursed to herself and caressed the pads of her fingers against the space between her brows. Willing herself to calm, Hazel may try as she might but Eden would not let her add fifty years to her plate. “I swear you’re turning me into the Cryptkeeper,” she patted her palms against her cheeks, in effort to retain her youthful glow. “Look, Hazel. I don’t want to, okay? Respect that and I’ll...try to be nice-r.”

The first person that came into view was that artsy kid, by definition he always ran with his sketchbook and B2 pencils. She wasn’t even sure if Pablo was his real name and she did not care about this Pablo Picasso wannabe until the little girl suggested he was making nude portraits of her. Eden scowled in disgust: “Ewww, Hazel. That’s disgusting, not to mention really, really weird and you tell me not to worry?” Eden rolled her eyes, now pulling the ends of her dress as far as it could while inching her body away from Pablo’s sights. The waters in her view, she snuck her feet through the spaces in the railings. As the younger girl listed options, Eden dangled her now flashing her legs to the fishes in the sea. Thinking what to do next was difficult, she did not know if she was ready even.

In that look of concentration mixed with something she could not define without treading into toilet humour, Eden smiled. Her hundred yard stare cut off as she felt that tingling sensation when someone was looking at her. Turning her head towards Hazel, Eden simmered out of anger, laughed. “Hazel, you’re a nut. Get it? A hazelnut.” She nudged her elbows at her and brows uncharacteristically egging her on to laugh along with her. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea but you’ve managed to creep me out with Pablo over there and well, you’re right. I’ve got nothing better to do—but I want half the cut of whatever we get. Got it? Good.”

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Hazel Gray
Posted: Feb 7 2012, 05:51 AM


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Eden’s comment that Hazel sounded like a submarine admittedly gave the girl pause as she mentally reviewed what a submarine would sound like. Hazel couldn’t be completely be certain because she sadly had never ridden in a submarine, but she would think a submarine would sound like… swish swish or, submarine radar… Hazel was, as usual, fairly oblivious to the glares Eden was giving her. Hazel tended to think that people glared just because they couldn’t understand her incredible intellect. “No, submarines sound more like this… shiwoooo bup-woooooo, shiwoooo bup-woooooo,” Hazel pointed out. “Maybe you’re going crazy,” she added helpfully.Hazel had plenty of respect, but not for stupid wishes. What else was Eden going to do? Puke and moan? Moan and puke? Besides, Hazel didn’t want Eden to be nicer. She wanted Eden to be just the way that Eden was. When she got really mad, she said hilarious things. ”You don’t need to be nicer. You’re funnier when you’re mad.”Hazel shrugged slightly, before reaching out and patting Eden on the arm consolingly. ”It's not like it was pornography. It was all really artful. You were riding a unicorn!” Hazel gave Pablo a friendly wave before looking fixedly back at Eden. She hesitated a little at Eden’s next comment before offering up a smile.“My mother calls me that sometimes,” Hazel responded. She didn’t like brining up her mother, not because her mother wasn’t fine. Hazel knew she was, but other people didn’t and they tried to make her “see the truth” or something along those lines and it was all very silly but mostly a little irksome.Hazel’s smile became broader when she realized her special look at had worked. Mwahaha. Ha. Ha. She was going to rule the world some day through sheer looks alone.“Yay! 60/40, though, unless it’s something I don’t want.” To be honest, Hazel didn’t see a whole lot of cross over in the things that they would plunder.
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EDEN FERNANDEZ
Posted: Feb 8 2012, 05:07 PM


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Eden turtled her face. The sounds coming out of the little girl’s mouth went into one ear and zoomed past out. She scoffed at her attempt. For a moment, she gathered her bearings. Her limited knowledge of submarines came off from a late night documentary with Gustav, her late butler. She pouted. Gustav shared stories of how he worked back in the day as a submariner for the Soviets. Rest in peace Gustav Kosholev, you were a mean son of a gun. “No, submarines don’t sound like that and I’m going crazy because a girl named Hazel keeps driving up me the rails.”

Eden drew another guttural groan as the waves rose and knocked against the boat. Saltwater and the sea breeze were kind to her nose. “For a tween, you know me so well. I don’t I can get any nicer than this,” she nearly retched but thankfully it was a false alarm. She was easily riled up by a girl a quarter and more her age. Eden did not have a temper, she’d like to think so, blaming her sour on the temperamental sea, the lack of sufficient moisture for her skin and an insufferable boat to live in. Her bad day stretched out far into bad weeks and further into bad months. Hazel unravelling Pablo’s penchants in drawing her in the nude, tossed the Hispanic senorita with the probability Pablo was also a voyeur. “Unicorns are extinct, Hazel. For a smart kid, you should know that fairytales and all the magic are thrown out in the cold and die as you grow older.” So Eden bounced back in planting seeds of fear in the girl’s brain, she deadened her voice as she wiggled her fingers, creating a sense of impending gloom and doom.

Way to go, Eden. Remind your fellow orphan that their parents were eaten to death, undeath, whatever. Mother. She missed hers too. “My mother used to call me Garden when I got to bratty or highstrung,” despite the scrunching of her brows, Eden broke into a smile. “My dad started it and it stuck. Being aptly called Garden of Eden in a public place, even the threat of it was enough to calm me down…sometimes.” It was a long time coming. Today marked the first time she recalled her parents without throwing herself silly sick, rocking herself back and forth with an endless stream of tearstains down the curves of her face.

Maybe today was going to be a good day after all. She squinted her eyes, counting on each fingers the things she wished to find. Check your bag, keys could still be there after all she vehemently refused riding in the offensive yellow public transport. If they had a chance at finding an ATM machine, she could get some cash to put under her pillow. She blinked. She should get a pillow first. “I said half, genius. 50/50 unless stated otherwise.” She gathered her skirts and stood up, pointedly looking down on Hazel Gray. A question resurfaced as she saw a younger shell of herself in her eyes. She told Gustav why would you want to be in the Navy when you could be a pirate instead. She extended a hand out for Hazel. “Well, what say ye lass?”


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Hazel Gray
Posted: Feb 16 2012, 01:02 AM


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Hazel crossed her arms and gave Eden a defiant and skeptical look. Her impression of a submarine had been fantastic! Better than fantastic. She should get an award for the amazingness of her submarine impressions. Hell, she should get two awards, one for her impression and one for being so freaking awesome.“And how do you know? Were you ever on a submarine? Were you a submarine sailor? A submarine pilot? A submarine captain? I don’t think so,” Hazel retorted. “Besides, all you were doing was moaning about and pre-puking. I fill your life with excitement!” She should be grateful not annoyed.Hazel bristled a little at Eden’s use of the word “tween.” ‘Tween amazingness and god, maybe. So according to Hazel’s guidelines it still worked and she calmed herself down. If she pushed Eden too much, she’d just sit down and be boring again. She might provide a bit of interest by talking to Lou Lou, but that was only good for a second or two. “Zombies are real, maybe unicorns aren’t extinct, but regardless, he certainly drew you on a unicorn…” Hazel paused and considered the alternatives. “Or else one very gay looking rhino.” Hazel shrugged. She didn’t care what Eden said. The older girl was clearly trying to disturb her with her talk, but it wasn’t going to work! No no no.Hazel smiled a little when Eden began to explain about her mother calling her Garden of Eden. Even though it was only a few months ago, it felt like ages since everything was normal and she liked hearing stories from times when people weren’t worried about zombies… not that Hazel was worried. She could defeat the lot of them if she wanted. Honest. Then the word “aptly” registered and Hazel snorted. “Aptly? Name aside, you think being called Garden of Eden is apt?!!!” Hazel laughed hysterically. She got the name joke, but Eden likening herself to a place of utter peace and delight was just funny. Eden was so funny. Hazel loved Eden. She was the best. Eden even proved it herself by driving a hard bargain… or rather, by not taking Hazel’s bargain.“Okay, okay, 50/50, but I get dibs on my 50!” Hazel got in the last bit as she shook Eden’s hand. “Off we go, matey!!!” Hazel still wasn’t sure if they were going to attack and plunder another ship or just plunder the land, but either one would be fun.
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EDEN FERNANDEZ
Posted: Mar 20 2012, 09:10 AM


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Eden dragged out a mockful chuckle. “But au contraire, Hazel Gray, my butler sailed under the seven seas as a submariner.” She cocked her head to one side. Arms folded. one deep breath sucked in through slightly flared nostrils. “During the Soviet war.” An afterthought. Eden crumpled her face irritant but her quirked lips and soft melodies said otherwise. “You fill my life with anything but excitement.”

Hurled back at the mention of the sketchy kid with a pen and a ringbound notebook, Eden took two steps back. Her eyes drawn to him like an impending tsunami made out of sick, acid pool and numbing comprehensions. Much like herself, the kid shaved off contact with the rest of their shipmates. Eden made a point to steer clear and not share eye contact from this point on. Her focus lured once more by the force that was Hazel Gray. The wonder kid of only twelve deterred all of Eden’s scathe and poisons. “Zombies, unicorns or gay rhinos...stop reminding me I have to keep one eye open while I sleep.”

Eden Fernandez advertised her heritage through her sunkissed skin, her thick dark hair from her father and a pointed English nose, wide set eyes from her mother. Like her siblings, the Fernandez children were named on the variable of where: they were conceived, they were born. On Eden’s case, it was after a place called Éden, Sorocaba in São Paulo, Brazil and the reason being that was where her parents first met.

During her childhood, her parents found it amusing to connect their fussy little girl to another namesake. Tranquil, peaceable and delightful, Mr. and Mrs. Fernandez believed it a beautiful allusion to their daughter. However through the pits, pedestals and loops of life, Eden mellowed out despite the ring of laughter out of Hazel’s belly. It was expected. She merely rolled her eyes once more and sighed aloud. “Yes I do believe it is apt.” She grabbed air by the tips of both sets of fingers, reaching out to her inner peace. “I am a vision of heaven, a master of Zen and there is nothing on the face of the universe like me.” It ticked all the boxes for Miss Fernandez.

Little thoughts padded past her mind. “Of course you’d get your half but that means I’m keeping mine,” said Eden as she hooked Lou Lou on her feet. Standing upright, a few inches taller, she looked down at Hazel with her hand extended, only to pull back to ruffle her hair into a pompadour poof. “Right, as your most wonderful, most spectacular, most beautiful captain, I demand you take me to our vessel, first mate.”

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