Fireworks [F]

Lin cringed as the girl grasped his hand. Different customs here. Handshakes were a strange sort of greeting. Far too intimate for a first encounter, skin on skin, and too much like a pointless test of strength among men. Corriander- a strange name, though most in this part of the world were, flowy and meandering, multisyllabic, poetical messes. Her grip was deceptively strong, and Lin could feel the roughness of her palm. "You must work with your hands," he noted aloud. A half-smile came to his lips. Interesting girl, he thought, finishing the handshake a bit awkwardly. "But you don't look much like a farmer." He examined her knuckles at a glance. They weren't raw- didn't have the telltale scrapes of a fighter. Unlike her companion, she seemed peaceful enough. An honest job for an honest person, then?

"He's charming, isn't he?"

Changing the subject.

Lin furrowed his brow, and without thinking, answered crossly. "He's the sound of one hand clapping, I'd say." He stopped himself from going on. "To answer your question, I'm from..." The monk looked back towards the sea. "I'm not even sure you'd know it if I told you." His home was far in every sense. "It's that way," he settled for, pointing towards the mainland, then reconsidering, "and I guess in a roundabout way, it's that way too," pointing at the arc of the earth in the opposite direction. "Either way, I'm here now."

After a moment he squinted in the direction of Svaatsi, and adjusted his glasses. "I'm sorry, did he say... What exactly is a Tesseract?"

Frankie awoke in the morning to the sound of people down on the beach. Obviously this wasn't uncommon in the summer season, but it sounded like a larger crowd than she was used to. Peeking out of her creepy beach shack, Frankie adjusted her glasses and looked down the sand bar to see a cluster of villagers all together. Well, that was odd. Was something going on today? Being borderline homeless Frankie wasn't really "up to date" on the island's news. Pushing up her lenses to rub her eyes, the brunette let out a lazy yawn before shrinking back into the tiny building again. Here she quickly got changed into fresh clothes, ran a comb through her hair and brushed her teeth. It was a quick and slapdash process, which was clear in her appearance. Her hair was thrown in a messy bun and her clothes while fresh were rather wrinkled: a clear sign that they weren't properly folded in her suitcase.

Walking down to the beach Frankie didn't even bother making contact with the other townsfolk. Instead she made a beeline for the refreshments. Any free food was good food, especially since the girl was living off a rationed supply of granola bars. Yeah. She'd eat anything at this point. Fortunately they were offering a fine array of delicious treats, but Frankie's heart only had room for one: the shaved ice. Oh god when was the last time she enjoyed such a good old fashioned desert? With this mission accomplished it was time to actually look around at the fellow guests. Most of their backs were to her, but she could still be fairly certain if she knew them or not from this view. It was easy seeing how she was only familiar with like-- five people on this spit of land. She was certain she didn't know anyone with pink hair, so that was one down. She was about to scan the rest of the group until- much to her surprise- something familiar was uttered within her earshot.

"I'm sorry, did he say... What exactly is a Tesseract?"

Tesseract? Tesseract…why did that sound so familiar? The woman almost got a headache trying to recall, only to realize that was just a brain freeze for taking too large a bite from her shaved ice. "OW." She grumbled, holding her free hand with her temple. INSTANT REGRET. Once the pain dissipated though, Frankie miraculously remembered where she had heard that word before. Sure it was a bit fuzzy, but the memories were mostly intact. Wandering to the pair having the discussion, Frankie had no qualms chiming in to answer the question. "The Tesseract is her airship." She planted her hand on Corri's shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. "Heya Corri, how are you?" Corri. She was really hoping that was the blond's name. If it wasn't she was also hoping she could squirm through the conversation without that mistake being pointed out. She looked at the man beside her acquaintance and released Corri's shoulder to hold out her hand to Lin. "I'm Frankie, nice to meet you." Introductions were always so boring, so the woman didn't wait to move on to more pertinent topics. "So do you guys uh. Know what's going on today?"

(CRAPPY POST I'M SORRY D: )

i changed shapes just to hide in this place but i'm still
I'M STILL AN ANIMAL

Much to Elijah's glee, the summer season filled the beach with people and laughter and volleyball and -- of course, hot girls prancing around in bikinis. He had a plan that he wanted to set into motion consisting of a bonfire, marshmallows, and kegs galore, though the idea took a lot of planning and a lot of effort, neither of which he had time (read: was too lazy) to do. So, he decided, he would settle for the fireworks festival that was taking place that evening.

Throwing on a simple pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of sunglasses propped on his head that made him sort of look like a jackass, Elijah sauntered out of his house and towards the small gathering of people in the distance. When he got there, he immediately noticed a man under an umbrella wearing the creepiest mask he had ever seen in his entire freakin' life. Thank god it was daylight and he was surrounded by people, otherwise he was certain he would have let out a scream incomparably worse than even the pitchiest of women.

Avoiding that area of the beach completely, Elijah made a beeline for the refreshments where he nabbed a cone of vanilla ice cream. It wasn't his favorite, but it seemed like a perfect way to kick off the festivities. After that, he allowed himself to bump around in the sand and look for someone to spark up a conversation with.

In mid-step after a few minutes of exploration, his ball of ice cream rolled completely off the cone and landed with a SPLAT right in the middle of a group of three. At first, he was confused as to why it'd happened. Then, as he looked up, he found his answer. It was HER. The OMEN. Never mind that logic lead him to know that he'd accidentally pushed the sweet dessert off with his tongue, it was CLEARLY because of her demonic presence.

"O- oh! It's you! Fancy bumping into you here -- it's going to be an exciting night with the fireworks, I'll bet." He greeted Frankie as casually and as smiley as possible while his mind screamed "Oh god it's YOU, 'exciting' won't even cut it if our last meeting was any indication of how things go around you." As an after thought, he glanced at his now-melting ice cream and turned to the other two in the small group "Sorry 'bout that, by the way. Hope it didn't get on you or anything."


[ date summer 8 ; time festival ; tag frankie/lin/corri ; outfit xx ]

nobody knows it but me when i slip, yeah i slip
I'M STILL AN ANIMAL

(due to ~overwhelming demand~, I am going to post. Sorry mop. ;-; )
i heard the wind say this morning "be still my heart,"
s v a a t s i | c o r r i a n d e r

"Come out and enjoy the festival!" Svaatsi invited the masked guy -- what was his name? Thor? No, that wasn't it. But he didn't get a response, not even a slight answer, no flippant hand gesture. Just absolute silence.
The captain stared at the man behind the umbrella, waiting, as if he was going to answer and just wasn't ready. It took time to write sometimes... but there was nothing. After a few minutes of waiting, Svaatsi, defeated, sighed and waved the fella off.

"Well, whatever, guy." He said finally, turning back to Rowan. That masked man wouldn't get anywhere in life, hiding behind a wooden facade. Svaatsi didn't care how good he was at anything: if you couldn't take credit for it properly, it wasn't yours. Right now he wasn't a man, he was a mask. It was disappointing to him, really.
"Welp, I tried," he said, with a little shrug. Rowan only smiled, slightly apologetic -- she seemed preoccupied with something from before. Oh... an airship, she responded, a fault in her voice. Svaatsi knew that sound, the 'please, I have no idea what that is, but cool story, bro' sound. She followed up with a confidently soft My name is Rowan.
"Rowan, hmm?" He said, taking her hand in both his, he ever-so-charmingly (and overdone), pressed his lips against the back of her hand. "A gentle name. Woodsy. I like it." He grinned, sitting back now. He dug his hands into the sand, legs stretched out -- the beach was a nice place to be. Svaatsi always swore if he wasn't a captain of an airship, he'd captain an actual ship. Or he'd be a magician. Really, he wasn't sure.

Magicians, he thought to himself, before glancing at Rowan quite passingly. "You know the Rowan tree? Supposed to have magical qualities. Good for luck and warding off storms. We carry a bit on the ship," He grinned at her. "You're probably good luck too, you know?"

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You must work with your hands, Lin said to her, which caused Corriander to practically recoil. She lifted her hand up -- was it covered in something, sawdust? Nope -- just the usual sand. She didn't think they were that rough.
"Huh, well--" But you don't look much like a farmer.
"Animals aren't for me," she said simply. "Could never really figure them out. I do carpentry... carpentry, blacksmithing, any kind of handiwork, really." She said, with a little shrug. "Not the most ladylike work but I've never been the most like a lady." She cracked a little smile at that -- it never really bothered her. Sometimes Corri wished she could be more feminine, you know, all swirling skirts and pretty grins, but it didn't fit her very well. She could never be that kind of girl, the gentle ones like Svaatsi was fawning over right now.
He was really really laying it on thick now, all flirts and smiles and big boyish grins. Corriander couldn't even turn around, as she was sure she would lose her lid. The attack with matches was enough, she didn't need to see him blathering like an idiot on their "make-up friendship-date". Couldn't have made this more complicated, she was thinking, but decided to just laugh it off. "He's charming, isn't he?" she quipped, but Lin didn't seem to take it so passingly.
He's the sound of one hand clapping, I'd say. Her companion answered quickly, his eyes narrowed at the sight -- wow, he must've really been doing a number.
"Ah, not that empty," she defended quickly, her heart itching to change the subject. Svaatsi was a little immature and definitely shallow, but he wasn't that bad. They were just close, that excused it, right?
To answer your question, I'm from... Corriander smiled a relieved smile. She was at least conversing with someone a bit more tactful than her typical companion. Lin began to point in one direction, then the other. Ha, he was right in a way. Either way, I'm here now.
"Aren't we all. We just travel a lot... it's possible we've been there." She said with a little smile, but glancing by his manner of dress, she probably hadn't. They were never really near monks.

I'm sorry, did he say... What exactly is a Tesseract?
"Oh, he's on that again?" She said, a slight chuckle overtaking her words. Svaatsi's favorite card... he always pulled that one out. "The Tesseract is our ship," Corriander responded, running a hand through the shorter portion of her hair. Lin didn't look like the kind to believe sci-fi fairytales, she didn't know how he'd take this one.

Luckily, she didn't have to worry about it. A hand clapped over her shoulder with a decidedly female voice accompanying it -- The Tesseract is her airship. Corriander's expression said nothing but pure confusion. It wasn't impossible for someone to know of the ship -- they were all over the newspapers. But her voice sounded so familiar. So familiar in fact, that the hungover throb of a headache from earlier came creeping back onto her with a vengeance. It was clear where this girl was from, but what was her name?
Corriander didn't have to worry about that, either. The brunette releast her, holding her hand out to Lin. I'm Frankie.
"Ohhhh, Frankie...! Hey!" Corri repeated, tapping her forehead with the heel of her palm. Of course that was her name! Corri was glad she waited -- she was about to dub the girl Franny. She gave her friend a return squeeze on the shoulder -- just lighter. She could see her bruises were still on the mend.
So... do you guys, uh. Know what's going on today?
"Oh, ye--" another interloper! If Corriander wasn't so preoccupied with the remnants of the night before, she would've been freaked out by how much attention she was getting. Well, not her per se, but you know, the attention [i]around her[/u]. A splat of sand dusted the girls ankles and feet -- cold! What was that? Corri glanced down only to discover that her feet were dusted with that horrid coating of sand, only exacerbated by a thicker coat of melty ice cream.
Hope it didn't get on you or anything.
"...No worries," She responded.



"i age by years at the mention of your name"
tag: rowan | tag: lin, frankie, elijah

The masked man really wasn't sure how to act in these scenarios. He even got lost in thoughts and completely forgot that someone was talking to him. Theo and his mental phases, it really was a tragedy. Dazing off in his head, in this little world of his made from imagination ores. If only he was capable of sharing what really happened between those ears, he wouldn't be socially awkward, he had so much potential, but couldn't exploit it well.

It was easier for him to talk when it were guys that were actually talking to him. He looked at Svaati for a moment, trying to remember what he had said. ''I'll... I'll try...'' he said hesistantly. He felt judged, but really didn't care, he knew that, without the mask he wouldn't even be able to face anyone. Not with a beach so heavilly crowded. Yes, that was heavilly crowded for Mr. Grave.

As he came to the realisation that he was only here to have fun, he decided he'd try to lose himself a little. Some liquor would help, but he couldn't see anything really. And he would have to remove his mask to actually put anything in his mouth. That would be weird, eating with the mask on. He decided to actually go for the food, the long tables filled with summer goodies. There were even some fruits, oranges, ORANGES!?

Theodore swiftly got up and started walking towards the tables. As soon as he arrived there, he took a few orange quarters in a plate and and later came back to his original position under the umbrella. One of the things that really eased Theo's mind, was eating oranges. As crazy as it was, the scent, the flavour, the colorful peel and the texture of it, everything was nostalgic from his young days, when is mother made an orange cake, he'd steal some quarters and hid himself in his room to eat them. Ah, the good old days.

Of course, with his mask, he couldn't eat. He gently removed his mask, the shadow of the umbrella felt like a protecting veil. He unmade the strap behind and put it beside him. Sitting indian style, he slowly started biting in the fruit. What was behind the mask was a rather calm looking individual with pale skin and deep blue eyes. His face wasn't marked with any type of scar or weird physical traits. He had a really normal face, filled with introspection and self-control. He dared looking at Svaati and Rowan, wondering what they would think of him without the mask.

Their conversation paused with the influx of new faces. Lin bowed slightly to each of them, feeling more ridiculous each time. From now on, handshakes, he decided to himself. As the others introduced themselves he had a moment to size them up. Frankie was first- funny, that. Frank seemed more like a man's name. She was tall, an inch or so shy of Lin himself, her face framed by the thick-rimmed glasses that seemed to hang off the edge of her nose. The other, the man Elijah, was a weary sort of man, overgrown like a mansion gone to ruin, but still handsome... in a Svaatsi sort of way, maybe.

Corri got his attention again. She defended her partner, which was rather expected, but still... They both looked down to find her bare feet covered in chunky goo, ice-cream stuck in between her toes, mixed with a grainy outer-coating of sand. Lin looked rather helplessly to Corri, then to Svaatsi still pursuing the other girl who sat awkwardly between him and the now-unmasked man. Then he looked back to Corri, her blonde hair wet with the night's humidity, a peep of a frown on her features, and Lin wished he'd given her a firmer handshake, whatever that might've meant to her.

He turned Elijah, a little admonishingly. "Excuse me, I think you dropped something." The monk gestured towards the mess on Corri's feet.

because there's beauty in the breakdown

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To be honest, Rowan just wanted the fireworks to start so that she could watch them, and then leave. It was just so awkward for her to be around (more like in the center) of all of those people. It was even more awkward the way Svaatsi was acting toward her – it actually reminded her of Jason, but more animated and… touchy. Apparently he felt more comfortable with her than she did with him, for he just took her hand in both of his (which felt a bit rough) and… oh my, what was he doing?! His lips pressed against her hand; kind of like how you would picture princes greeting princesses.

Nevertheless, Rowan’s cheeks flushed at his action, and even more so at his compliment. The men on this island (or the men that she had already met) were more flirtatious than what she was used to. Maybe over time she would grow used to it. “Oh… thank you, Svaatsi,” she spoke softly. It was rather hard to just say those words with all of the embarrassment clouding her thoughts.

Seeing as how he moved away from her, Rowan took it as her cue to do the same. She shifted on her blanket, to a position where her legs were stretched out and her arms were behind her, holding her weight. Every so often she would shift her weight onto one arm when another became tired. The sun’s rays felt so nice on her skin, she wished that she could take off her sundress and lay down in her bathing suit to fully enjoy them. But she didn’t feel comfortable doing that, especially with someone like Svaatsi around. It would just be… too embarrassing.

“You know the Rowan tree?” Rowan looked over at him to show that he had her attention. “Mmmhm?” she sounded out. “… supposed to have magical qualities…” Oh, that was the last thing she wanted to hear. It was hard being reminded of the past when she was trying so hard to forget. Forgetting was probably a lost cause. “You’re probably good luck too, you know?” She smiled at him, “I’ve never thought of that.” She would try her best to stay happy, especially since she came to have a good time. “But how would someone know if they are good luck?” she questioned.

Rowan saw a shadow and followed it to see that the masked man – Theodore – was sitting under his umbrella. But the odd thing was that he was… removing his mask! His unveiling felt like a mystery was being solved, but his face revealed only normal. It made her wonder why he was hiding behind a mask in the first place. But she smiled at him before looking back at Svaatsi.

Good, good. The introductions were quickly waded through just like she had hoped. Lin Ji bowed which made her feel a little stupid that she held out her hand to him. No matter though, he didn't seem offended by the gesture so Frankie just silently lowered her hand back to her side. Corri seemed to remember her and she was just about to get her question answered when, splat. Ice cream. In-between the three. Her bare toes being sticky casualties of the travesty. Despite wanting to be pleasant, Frankie couldn't help but to blurt out the word, "gross," as she looked up to see just who was responsible for the misplaced ice cream scoop.

Frankie's face was similar to Elijah's in the sense that they were both horrified to see each other. Their last encounter wasn't the most…fortuitous of events. If she wanted to be a little more blunt she'd describe it as a train wreck. On fire. As it went careening off a cliff.

And then exploded.

This train of thought, (pun intended,) made her nearly jump when Elijah actually spoke up. "OH. HEY. YEAH." She began trying to scrape her toe against the sand to get rid of the gooey, cold remnants of his desert from her toes. He mentioned something about fireworks, and it dawned on her that this crowd had gathered here for said event. She was about to blurt out her epiphany when Elijah apologized about the mess. She didn't even realize she was still kicking the sand beneath her. The monk decided to point out the obvious, and Frankie took the comment as a joke. Hopefully she was correct in the assumption, because she was laughing loudly and awkwardly at it.

Suddenly her toe hit something. Something hard. And seeing how she was practically thrashing her foot in the sand now, the sudden contact really hurt. She brought her foot up quickly to inspect it, flip flop flying god-knows-where, only to spot something beneath her. Something dark. Suddenly her toe didn't hurt so much anymore, not with curiosity setting in. The brunette crouched down to uncover the object, pulling it out of the sand with her gangly arms. She actually fell on her rump when the mysterious item came out, and much to her surprise it was a boot. A familiar boot, with a zipper lining the back. How odd. She was kind of hoping for some buried treasure, but this would have to do. Frankie looked up to the other three trying to gauge their reactions while dumping out the sand from inside. "Who the hell just leaves a boot lying aro-saaay!" Just as the last grains of sand left the shoe a small sheet of crumpled paper landed on the girl's lap. Finding this new discovery far more interesting she dropped the boot and began to unravel the paper. "This is like…like some message in the bottle stuff right here!" Eagerly opening the paper, Frankie adjusted her glasses and read the scribbled piece of parchment.

"…The bot--BOOT. Is…rite next to the Sunday…sandwwwwich." Frankie dropped her arms and looked up to the three. "Well, that's disappointing."

And without warning what everyone has been waiting for happens. A sudden burst of color and sound in the sky draws everyone's attention to the fireworks that seem to come out of the middle of the ocean. The fireworks are set to go off for a long time as whoever is out there has a rather large arsenal of them varying in designs, colors, and size.

i changed shapes just to hide in this place but i'm still
I'M STILL AN ANIMAL

Elijah nodded awkwardly back towards the man with lavender hair, more accustomed to handshakes than any other sort of greeting. He heard the blonde's seemingly unpleasant "No worries" before the other man told him with a look of disapproval that he seemed to have dropped something. "Err..." His expression faltered as he thought "Yeah, no shit Sherlock, that's why I said sorry." But instead of letting that out, he forced a small smile. "That was why I apologized. My bad." This was more directed at the woman than the man, whom he would have been more than willing to help if he weren't so lazy.

That, and there was a wide expanse of ocean in front of them. If it really bothered her, she could wash it off. As it stood, his narrow mind couldn't see anymore he could do for her. And yes, he was pretending that he hadn't noticed the napkins that were conveniently placed in a cup next to all the refreshments.

What came next caused Elijah to tense up, Frankie's laughter reminding him that what he was standing next to was no girl with thick frames and brunette hair. What he was standing next to was a demon in disguise, a bringer of bad luck and misfortune and quite possibly death. This was conveniently proven true (in his mind, at least) when while she was kicking in the sand, her flip-flop came hurling through the air and smacked his right leg. It didn't hurt and it landed in the sand with hardly a thud, but it was enough to confirm his suspicion that bad things happened around her.

"What is that?" He couldn't help but ask curiously, leaning forward (though not too close, god knows what could happen) to see a sand-covered boot and a sheet of paper fall out of it. He listened with the interest of a child while Frankie read it, but only ended up with the same look of disappointment on his face and a shrug in her direction. As he realized he'd yet to introduce himself, he gave a quick "I'm Elijah, by the way."

Before he could say anymore and without any sort of warning sign, there was a boom in the air as a burst of color shot up into sky and bloomed, signaling that the fireworks had begun. "Geez, not even a countdown?" The anticipation was always the best part, after all.


[ date summer 8 ; time festival ; tag frankie/lin/corri ; outfit xx ]

nobody knows it but me when i slip, yeah i slip
I'M STILL AN ANIMAL

i heard the wind say this morning "be still my heart,"
s v a a t s i | c o r r i a n d e r
Svaatsi's efforts were turning sour, despite his most amiable intentions. It's not like he wanted to take the girl home or anything, he just wanted to have a nice conversation with a pretty girl -- it beat any of the tired looking cats around here. Corriander was more than willing to dash off from his side (see also: absolute denial) so he needed a bit of company. Unfortunately, Rowan seemed uncomfortable even if he glanced at her, so he figured he'd make one last pass before giving up and resigning himself to staring up at the sky with mouth gaped open like a useless turkey, because it's certainly what he felt like.
"You know the Rowan tree?" He started -- and she bit, just glancing over and making a small noise of encouragement. At first the conversation seemed to throw her off. Just by glancing at the girl's face he could tell there was something off in the conversation, but the word luck seemed to change it all, or at least it felt that way. I never thought of that, but how would someone know if they're good luck?

Svaatsi lifted a hand, tapped his chin. It was a difficult question. "I don't really know,"he said uneasily. "Rowan trees are known for their ability to thrive everywhere -- even on top of another tree. They call those 'Flying Rowans'," he said with a little shrug. "Maybe you do well when you move to a new place." He smiled a little. "If that doesn't work, well, we keep a bit of rowan wood on the ship, to ward off bad weather. It's sunny enough. I'll just say it's your doing." He grinned, to nothing or no one in particular. It wasn't the best answer, but hey, no one could judge their luck on a first meeting.

Regardless of impressions, Svaatsi felt comfortable with the conversation -- it was friendly, simple, he was pleased. Maybe he'd actually make friends here, rather than just dating everyone and pissing Corri off. He was minding his own business, entertaining the thought of settling down on an island like this (it would never happen), when he heard a bit of fidgeting a few umbrellas over. It was that masked fellow again, but this time he....
He was a totally normal man.

Svaatsi grumbled, and dug out a few bills from his pocket -- he owed Corriander from a bet they had placed. Svaatsi figured his note lied, that he actually was disfigured. But here he was, in full normal, average guy glory.
"Not so bad, is it?" He tried to say, but a whistle cut him off -- a rocket going up into the sky. Everyone's head turned to see the first burst of color -- bright blue.

Finally.

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Something weird was going on here. Judging from Frankie's face, and the face of this new guy, they both knew each other from before, and god was it bad. Corriander couldn't help but wonder what that was -- a fight? Frankie had been covered in bruises before, that's why they had met at the clinic, she thought. It was all pretty hazy, but it didn't quite explain why they two were just staring and stammering awkwardly. Besides, Corriander couldn't see someone like Frankie taking a punch from a guy and just letting it happen -- and Elijah wasn't exactly a bruised peach.

In her train of thought she had completely checked out on the conversation, enjoying a good stare at the ground when Frankie came careening backwards, yanking a black leathery fabric free. Grains of sand went flying everywhere, including the blondes eyes. She grunted in pain, immediately squinting them shut and rubbing at them -- there went watching the fireworks. She didn't even have time to enjoy the discovery, as she immediately ran off to the refreshment stand in search of some water to flush her eyes out. By the time she returned, the boot was already revealed, the note read,and the confusion was settling in.

"Oh hey, that's my boot." She said easily, before realizing just how the bizarre the situation was for her companions. Frankie had just dug up her boot. From the sand. On the beach. "...Uhh... yeah," She tried to cover, but her mind drew a complete blank. Instead she just grabbed the footwear and tucked it away under her arm. "Yeah, mine." Frankie offered her the note, too, and in wonderful drunk scrawl she could barely make out the bot--BOOT. Is rite next to the Sunday sandwwwwich.
"And that's my handwriting, too." She admitted, a palm over her face now. If only they knew the rest of this story, and how a good 50% of her outfit was strewn across the rest of the village from that night. This, at least, explained the massive amount of sand that was in the bed when she woke up. "I'll be totally honest though, I have no idea what that means."

Between this, the sand in her eyes and the prior stickiness of her toes (they were now just wet and sandy), Corriander had managed to completely forget about the fireworks she had come to see, up until the second one exploded. "Well, crap. I can't enjoy the fireworks now that I know my other boot is lonely..."

"i age by years at the mention of your name"
tag: rowan, theodore | tag: lin, frankie, elijah

Somewhere in time I will find you and haunt you again
Like the wind sweeps the earth

Malachi walked to the beach, feeling the hot wind against his face. Even at the evening and night, it was almost as hot as it was in the day. He was off duty tonight, and had come to enjoy the fireworks. While he had hoped to finally find someone to enjoy them with, he kept his thoughts to himself as perhaps next year. His blue eyes lifted up to see the bright colors flash within the sky, followed by the clouds of smoke that began to billow across the darkened sky. The young police officer made his way toward the shores as he stuck his hands in his pants pockets. The red, green, white, and blue lights splashed against his face as they flashed.

Finally, he began to look around to see if he could spot any familiar faces. He spotted Rowan there, but she was talking to someone else, and so he did not wish to bother her. Turning back to watch the fireworks, he slipped his hands out of his pockets and folded them behind his back. His eyes glanced around as he tried to find somewhere comfortable to sit. He did not like the idea of sitting upon the sand, and wished he had brought his own chair. Perhaps the pier? No, that was too close to the fireworks probably. Giving a sigh, moved to sit down where he was in order to enjoy the fireworks.

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Ciaran had a serene expression upon her face, but inside she was containing her excitement. Fireworks always made her giddy. She walked calmly on to the beach and noticed that the fireworks had already started. Her hands had been washed, but she had a slight tan on her skin from her work on the farm. Soon she may have some crop to sell to the city. She thought of her crops back at home, and was glad they were doing well. A rug was draped over her arms for her to sit on. Moving near the shore, where the waves met the sand, she laid the rug out as she sat down upon it. Ciaran criss-crossed her legs and rested her arms upon her lap as she stared up toward the sky.

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because there's beauty in the breakdown

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Rowan couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed when he uttered the words ‘I don’t know.’ She was hoping for him to just… jump into an explanation proving to her how she wasn’t some dark cloud looming over everyone she met, or worse: completely evil. But her disappointment lessened as he began to explain about Rowan trees. Really, the whole conversation just made her question why her father chose that name. Did he research it or did it just… feel right?

Knowing her father he probably researched it and decided it was a nice name. He was one for facts and pleasing his ‘daughter’ with nice conversation and gifts. “Maybe you do well when you move to a new place.” So… what exactly did she have to do? Keep moving, like… walking around? Or moving in the sense of going to new places all the time? Honestly, Rowan didn’t know if she could bear leaving Saffron Island. Maybe she was becoming too attached.

He then said that the good weather was her doing. She smiled and laughed a little at the idea. She couldn’t imagine that being the case, but she went with it. “Well, you’re welcome…” she said, a hint of laugh still left in her voice. Rowan thought she heard a voice, but it was soon droned out by a loud noise. Her head immediately looked up and she switched her position – lifting her legs up and placing her arms around her knees. A huge grin was dancing upon her face; she was dazzling by the bright lights and the loud, and sometimes shrieking, noises.

It was much better to watch the fireworks at the beach. Much, much better.