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Post by Seryna on Oct 19, 2014 14:19:38 GMT -5
Ela stands hip deep in the sea, her blue - green eyes studying the ocean for tell tale signs. Those of district Four say that she is the spitting image of her mother, Sunshine. That golden blonde hair, the tanned skin and slim hipped similarity. Yet Sunshine presses her lips when she hears the compliment. It was her mother and her sister who had the flecks of green in thier eyes. Sunshine's eyes are the blue sky after a storm. "Only the Old remember the Atlantic Family." Sunshine mutters as she enters the water. Barefoot and bold, she strides out with her own net. She's far enough from Ela not to encroach on her oldest daughter. Ela is patient and kind, but prickly when she feels that she is being coddled.
"Yes, mother?" 'Lan' - short for Atlantic - obediently turns to his mother. He has come to watch her, to learn. He is a good boy, Sunshine thought as she presses a hand to his forehead. "Just talking to myself, Lan." "Careful, mother." Lan smirks. "They don't like that! Sign of the craaazy!" The boy jokes with a pantomimed fit. Sunshine smiles slightly, but it does not reach her eyes. She flirts with diaster with her malcontent, with malice in her eyes when she sees a Peacekeeper. Hadn't they killed her brother, Thaddeus? Hadn't thier intervention and obsession with the Sewels caused the death of her sister and her nephew? Sunshine turns and scans for Seth II, but does not see him. Sunshine's niece Lorna sits on the sand, tending to her net.
"Mother," Lan insists. "- you must throw."
Mother is tempted to hand the boy the net himself; he's tried it enough. Yet she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The scent of the sea, the quiet sounds of her family spread about the beach. Sunshine opens her eyes and tosses, her muscles completing the act naturally. Lan watches attentively and helps her reel in the net, checking the weights. A modest catch. Sunshine passes him the net and insists that he sees after the fish. He is of the age to become more independent, but he can be insecure.
Lan departs with the net, ever obedient. He moves to the flat ground to dispatch of the fish and prepare the bait for the traps. Sunshine stands in the water, closing her eyes. Ela Wakefield remains fishing, choosing to deposit her fish in her basket instead of departing and startling fish. Lorna Stillwater patiently toils over her net on the beach. Fifteen and slim, she is the vision of her dark haired, dark eyed father - Seth Stillwater. It is in her patient face and temperament that her mother's presence can be remembered. Others will come; for it is time to fish. The ocean must be farmed, share its bounties with those of the sea.
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CuteLikeMurder
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Oct 21, 2014 11:39:05 GMT -5
Olivia Sewell; Victor of the 27th Annual Hunger Games “If the Hunger Games has taught us anything it is that our children are the ones that pay for our missteps.” “Point the spear to the ground as you run,” Liv called out to her son as he raced down the beach ahead of her. “And stay where I can see you.” CJ was every bit the social butterfly that Caleb had been. However, Liv tried hard to give their son a pragmatism that Caleb had never possessed. If he was taken in the Games, CJ wouldn’t be hung up on not bloodying his hands. Something she knew Caleb would have had a problem with. But Caleb wasn’t here. He was buried in a grave their son would probably never see. Liv had given her son a St. Bessus metal. It was a reminder to herself that she was raising a warrior. St. Bessus was the protector of soldiers against the dangers of war. She thought it paired nicely with the pendant of the archangel Michael, who was the patron of soldiers, mariners, and the guardian of the Church. She had come around to District Four’s way of life but she couldn’t turn her back on all of her traditions. Even if her son had been brought up in the “Old Ways” as Zale would say. It was clear that CJ had come through his baptism harder and stronger. The taloc on his upper arm said as much. But with only four years left until his first reaping, Liv wondered if she could watch her son, her only child, the only thing she had left of Caleb, go into battle never to return. “Hello,” she heard CJ say to the family in the water. “I’m CJ… This is my mom, Liv.”
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Post by QuinnTalon on Oct 21, 2014 12:45:15 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; Victor of the 27th Annual Hunger Games "Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them, but they keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway."He watched the boy run down the beach ahead of his mother, staying a bit behind and strolling idly with Morgan. Early, he'd tried with Morgan. Tried to help him heal, but quickly he'd realized that Morgan had always been as he was. Cold. Ruthless. Some might say that Morgan was a monster. Perhaps he was a monster, but some monsters were necessary. Zale had learned that much. Zale had learned a lot in the eight years since his Victory. Zale prayed to The One that CJ never knew Battle. Still, he trained him. Taught him. Everything he knew, CJ would know by the time he was fifteen years old. By then, if it happened he'd be prepared. If his son died, it would be because it was his destiny. It certainly wouldn't be because Zale hadn't loved him desperately enough to give him everything. "The Wakefields." At least, that was who CJ was introducing himself to. The Old Families of the District knew each other on sight. At least the Old Families who still remained. Dylan's family had been an Old Family. When Dylan died in the Arena, the Legacy of the Jones' had gone with him. "
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Post by Seryna on Oct 22, 2014 16:33:36 GMT -5
All would know of Olivia and Zale, for they were celebrities of District Four. More than that, they were the hope of the district. Zale had given his district a bounty with his victory.
"Hello, C.J.," Lan smiled warmly at the boy. "Hello, Liv!" He raises a hand not holding the small fishing implement to the woman. "I am called 'Lan Wakefield."
Lan finishes up the work that can not keep quickly and efficiently. For a boy of fourteen, he had been raised with the independence of his district. As he works, he speaks, flicking his words with offering his gaze to C.J., Liv, and Zale Sewell.
"Are you fishing?" He asks, taking in the boy's spear. "It's a good day for it. The weather is perfect." He stretches his arms out, lifting his face to the son.
The boy was dark haired with tan skin. His eyes were the blue after the storm. His young face was open and friendly. The high cheekbones suggested that he may grow into an attractive young man.
"Good day to you," Sunshine's voice travels over the water, raised slightly to compete with the surf and the gulls. The gulls caw hopefully for the catch, but the boy Lan disperses the, with ease. She begins to move towards those on the beach, calmly as possible to not disturb the fish. Ela turns and offers a hand to the new arrivals, keeping her net in the water.
"My daughter, Ela," Sunshine introduces with a nod to the blonde fisherwoman. " - my son, Atlantic. My niece, Lorna. Lorna." Sunshine's voice carries a hint of reproach. "The net will keep."
Shyly, Lorna sets down her net and stands, brushing sand from her legs. "Hello." She greets softly. Lorna's eyes are the color of warm cocoa from the Capital. Her hair is dark brown, so dark it seems nearly black as it is wet. Her skin is fair, brushed with a scattering of freckles from the sun.
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