hook line and sinker [open/galene]

[ben]

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He felt pretty confident about this spot. Staying away from the general public really wasn't his thing, but they'd scare all the fish away and he'd be walking home with an empty stomach. Er, um, an empty place in his farm! Yeah! That's totally what he meant! From the sound of things, somebody was having an awesome party on the beach. Celebrating goodness knows what. When he walked back, some random guy had placed a spirit in his hand, wrapped an arm around his shoulder like they were good buddies and drunkenly tried to steer him toward the gargle of people there. Laughing, the young man had sat the drunkie down and walked away. They couldn't have been more than kids. Seventeen or nineteen. Well, that wasn't kid-kid but in his books anybody younger than him was a kid. The moon was up, a good seven-thirty by his watch, and the sand below his bare feet felt nice. He abandoned the usual fishing spots people tended to head toward and found a secluded area where he could set his rear in the sand and throw his lure in. Dressed in a casual light blue shirt with the buttons undone all the way down, the sleeves rolled up his arms and cargo pants... well, he looked like he belonged on this island, didn't he? One of the yokels! Er, he didn't mean it like that. He wasn't a fancy bigwig or some smelly thug. 'Cause let's face it; if you haven't washed for a day or two and lived in the alleys of a city, you were bound to smell horrid. So he was one of the islanders now. About a month here and all ready settling in. Still getting lost all the time. Somehow he could handle navigating a city but a small town like this? It was a mystery. Ben, for that was his name, swung the fishing pole around again. So far nothing. Well it was early. No need to get impatient. He'd waited days before for a meal... Wait. What the heck was that? It was like this low breathing. Rasping. Was one of those drunk kids playing with him? He turned, only to stare into the vacant eyes of a black and white animal. ""GAAAH! WHAT THE HELL?!" Ben immediately jumped backwards, spraying water all over himself. Forgetting the fish, he held the rod in front of him like some kind of weapon. A frigging cow? "WHOSE COW IS THIS?!" he yelled over to the party animals, but nobody responded. Ben always had to chase away cows and like minded animals from his ranch. They chewed on the grass, leaving horrible patches. Their "presents" were the worst. Once a duck got in where he kept his fish and started to eat them. He had no idea where these animals came from, just like he had no idea where this cow came from either. It just stared blankly at him. Well. If nobody was around... "Demon cow! I have bested you in combat, wits and, of course, handsomeness. But who's keeping score?" Benjamin chuckled, unaware that his lure had caught something. He was too busy amusing himself with his game. Pointing dramatically at the cow, he declared "I order the release of the sea princess, for only through her can the town flourish once again with bounty! If you do not, I will strike you down in your mortal form, I kid you - whoaaa!" he yelped, yanked from the cow's face as his fishing rod gave another jerk. Now with both hands firmly grasped, he pulled the rod. It was too dark to see what he had captured but it felt like a big one. Daddy's gonna eat well tonight!

TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN

[SOFIA F.]

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[atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top] words, maybe later tags, ben, galene notes, i need sleep the idea was that she'd call the shop today and tell the owner that she couldn't come in for work so she could take care of her sick father. it was simple enough and started off on the right track until she decided it was time to take the breakfast tray to dad's bedroom. the moment she had knocked on the door, the first few words that greeted her (from side) came through and she barely registered them between coughs, but it was clear to her soon enough that it was something along the lines of "do not enter." there was short conversation between them over what to do with the breakfast, which ended with having to leave it right outside his bedroom door and staying away from the house as much as possible. needless to say, she was stunned. but couldn't do much about a father that just wanted to keep his only child away from illness. that and he probably wouldn't know how to handle a sick sofia. so it was safer this way. so here she was now, wandering about the sandy shores of Rosa Beach barefoot, in knee-length khakis, a white shirt, and a sun hat with a dainty bow around it. she rarely ever got the chance to wear it, the only few times had been on those fishing trips with her dad during those few weeks of adjusting to the country life. "You need to get to know the island a 'lil better, kiddo. The town center's great at first, but Sepalum's pretty small. You'll need a go-to place one of these days." "I'm eighteen." "Heh." but for the record he was right on one account. she'd get a go-to place and it would be nice and warm--a good place to wear a sun hat. holding her sandals in her hands, she traversed the rest of the shore, feet digging into the sand as she walked. the smell of sea, and the salt were different from the musk of the shop she was usually in (she probably smelled more of fish than her shampoo nowadays). the place gave her a new brand of calm. it was nice. she would say it out loud, as if to affirm the thought, "it's nice here." as an afterthought, she dwells on the people, thinking about them about how nice they were and-- "Demon cow! I have bested you in combat, wits and, of course, handsomeness. But who's keeping score?" well, there was that. this was new too. curious, she followed the loud voice, wondering if a demon cow really existed, and what kind of steak it would taste like. he was familiar, strangely enough. and he had a rod to boot! which meant that this guy may (or may not) know her dad. which also (maybe, hopefully?) meant she wasn't breaking any rules ( "don't talk to strangers!" ) if she decided to walk up to him. but maybe now wasn't a good time-- "I order the release of the sea princess, for only through her can the town flourish once again with bounty! If you do not, I will strike you down in your mortal form, I kid you - whoaaa!" she could barely suppress a giggle. "I guess country people can be just as bizarre as city people, huh?" it was an off-handed remark, but it was also one that she didn't really expect a reply to because he seemed really concentrated at the task at hand. his line caught something. and she was unexpectedly (really) excited for him.

made by naoxy of ote, btn, & gs

[GALENE]

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[atrb=style,background:#fafafa; width: 300px; padding: 20px;] Galene had been fishing herself when she saw the line casting into the water. She always tried her hardest to stay away from fish hooks...not because she was necessarily afraid of being caught and eaten, but because getting snagged by them hurt. Besides, it would make her bleed and that could attract sharks! Well, attracting sharks was probably very unlikely but she definitely didn't want to challenge it. So she swam a bit deeper, though she was unimpressed by the fish she found. All of the better tasting one were sticking around the surface, while all that was down here were bottom feeders and rock dwellers. Staring into the beady red eyes of a rock bass she sighed, swimming away. Galene hoped the fisherman would go away. Or maybe it was a fisherwoman. Either way, as she got closer to the surface, she noticed the hook was gone. Maybe the person had given up and went home or to the fish shop to buy a fish that someone else had caught. Or maybe she was just getting too comfortable. Still, her stomach growled more violently so she put her worries aside as she chased a fish...but not before getting yanked backwards A pang in her tail shot through, nerves screaming against the pain as her body was pulled back by the mysterious creature. She struggled against it, trying to grasp a rock to stay in the water but soon enough she was being dragged ashore. When she was out of the water she gasped, trying to get used to breathing oxygen from the air versus oxygen from the water and coiled up on the land, realizing that one of the blasted hooks was what had latched on to her tail, leaving a bleeding wound that hurt worse than anything else. Unable to speak she looked up with fear at her captor, hoping that he wasn't a pirate in disguise. He didn't look like one but she could never be sure, hoping that the man was actually kind and that he would release her. She didn't want to know what was going to happen if she was out of the water for too long anyway...

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