Up All Night To Get Lucky (O)

[mako]

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[atrb=style,background:#F9F9F9; width: 300px; padding: 20px;] A small lantern was all that lit up the edge of the lake that night. It was already half past ten and while the majority of the town's people may have considered getting their rest, this particular person remained by the lake, fishing rod firmly grasped in his hands. The night had been kind to him, only because it was still summer where the breeze was still warm and the clear skies provided even more light than what the tiny lantern could have provided. He told himself that he would stop, however, and that after the last failed attempt, he would pack it up and head on home.But the possibility of the next catch being the big one was much too tempting. Doing so made him lose track of time. He fumbled his hand through the darkness, feeling and searching for a different lure from his box that sat closely beside him. Fidgeting with the rounded bait, he finally attached it onto the end of his line and recast it out into the lake. Before long, it was nearly midnight. Yet he sat there waiting all night to get lucky.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Mako WORDS 505 NOTES hook line and sinker Listless and exhausted, Fenryl raised a hand to shield his eyes from the luminous moonlight that basked the Penisula. No matter how much he fished with a rod, he always ended up thrusting a rapid hand into the water to catch his prey, or briefly hold his breath to ensnare his webbed fingers around the food. But as someone who was out of practice with his Merperson form, he could nary catch a thing. And so hungry but uncaring, he simply let himself float downriver from Tulipa Lake, opting to nap as he faced the sky. There was always other times, other times where he would perhaps be luckier and he had to get used to the water at least in the river and lake, regardless of whether he’d meet others of his kind.. But what if every good fisherman had simply caught the less fickle fish and there was none left for this season for him? What if they were all deep sea dwellers which he couldn’t reach? What if…no, this won’t do. To get some sort of comfort, he felt for his sword blade on his hip. It was still there, silently giving Fenryl some measure of company. With a sigh as he continued drifting, he stared upwards to the moonlight and twinkling stars as his fins brushed the riverbed and rocks occasionally, trickling over obstacles. At least he slept well, carried comfortably by the current until the ocean was in sight. But Fenryl simply closed his eyes again as he washed into the deeper recesses of the beach. No one would be up at this hour, so he could probably scavenge on the beach for a while. But the waves were so cool and comfortable… YANK. “Argh!” Fenryl spat out his pain as he felt something sharp jab through his clothes into his side. A clean cut, but it suddenly hooked onto him and he felt the tug of something. A fish hook?! Fenryl thought, righting himself to unhook the blasted thing before he bled anymore. However, it wouldn’t be that simple. A Merperson caught on a fish hook. It would’ve been ironic if it wasn’t so bloody painful. He was careless. Boiling anger seethed through him as he thought about it. He had almost given into his racial desires for the sea, at the risk of his life. And here he was, caught by a Goddess be damned fishing rod. Hissing through his teeth then, he felt the hook being pulled, forcing him to go back towards land to slacken it. “Stop pulling!” he yelled angrily to the night as he held his side, turning his fins to legs as he hit the shallows. The second bout of pain for the transformation made a gurgle of pain reach his throat, his legs briefly shaking underneath his water as the clothes appeared. Breathing and sweating heavily, he collapsed onto his knees nearby the fisherman. He could make out the figure somewhat, but no specific features with only a tiny lantern giving him light. With a growl, he quickly got up and shortly collapsed onto the sands in order to deal with this hook, sword sheathed to put beside him. He glared in the fisherman’s direction. “Why are you fishing so late anyway?” he grumbled.

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[drew]

Drew couldn't sleep. That was her excuse and she was sticking to it. Wandering around so late at night might make her seem suspicious, but then again... Women didn't have to worry about being as suspicious as men when they did that. Sure, she got a few "looks" from patrons at the tavern as she passed it, not bothering to even stop for a drink even though she was parched. Physically? She was out of shape. The only labour she got was getting up in the morning for her job, walking to the library and then sitting her butt down. There were also groceries, but living alone she found that she didn't eat as much as somebody who lived with flatmates. So why was she walking so far? She had passed town hours ago after inspecting everything. N-not that she had OCD or anything. It was just a different world after dark. She found it fascinating. Though she'd never been out of town after dark. That was her safety zone. Something was drawing her out. She didn't know what. She didn't really want to find out. Oh gawd, I'm going to wind up dead in the morning. Dead in the forest. Dead in some rancher's farm. Maybe an animal got me. Maybe a person she fretted, then; I should not watch so many horror movies. It was a shameful interest of hers that should not be indulged. All ready a bundle of nerves, Drew did not need her imagination peaked to the point of total chaotic thoughts. By now she'd hit the ranching district. Every rustle in the grass made her think some psychotic killer was going to jump out at any moment and... well. You know. Drew didn't know how long she'd been walking but the moon was high in the sky and she was breathless. Her gasps were for air, a pain stitched her side. She slumped forward as she walked. Her long wavy hair felt heavy and burdening.

"Rest... Need... rest" she puffed, managing to sit down before she fell.

Stopping to catch her breath only made things worse. For one, she only had time for two minutes. The other, well, she didn't notice how close she was to Tulipa Lake. The last thing was that echoing groan. Or was it a scream? She didn't have time to think about it. She heard a grunt of some sort and jumped to her feet, chest heaving. Like a rabbit, Drew Winchester was faced with uncertainly. Flee or stand still. If she stood still, maybe nothing would notice her. If she fled, she'd probably make it two minutes before kneeling over in exhaustion. Of course she was curious, but she wasn't stupid. Fascination of the dark was one thing, but there could be some scary shit out here. It wasn't before long that she heard yelling and splashing. Oh... Oh no! Somebody's being drowned! I left my phone at the house and...and... Somebody's being drowned THIS VERY MOMENT! What should I do?! Yes, her mind immediately went to a dark place.

Dazed with terror, she fled. Her poor sense of direction led her instead to the source, not away. She spotted light and her spirit lifted. Perhaps this person could help! Running closer, she almost had to skid to a stop. It was a strange scene. She was about three feet away from the two. One was on the sand, the moonlight reflecting what could be a weapon beside. The other person looked... relaxed. She saw the fishing rod. The lake... How? But...

So nobody was being drowned? But that one person looked wet. I'm confused she thought, backing away from what looked like a tense situation. The sword in particular made her uneasy. She realized at a second glance that the two of them were men. The familiar anxiety rose up in her. The guy with the sword looked non too pleased. Whatever. It was none of her business. She began backing away before they saw her.

Drew looked down at her hands. They were shaking. But not with fear, with... something else. No. No. She couldn't. Not here. Not anywhere. She promised she'd stop. Act normal. Nobody looked hurt. She was just overreacting.

Nature's first green is g o l d, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a f l o w e r; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf So E d e n sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. N o t h i n g gold can stay.

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[mako]

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[atrb=style,background:#F9F9F9; width: 300px; padding: 20px;] Mako must have been more tired than he had imagined, dozing off for a moment there. But he jolted awake when his casting line tugged on something...big. This is it! He could feel his excitement brimming to the top as he stood up on both feet to reel in the catch. It gave a strong tug from side to side, but then Mako noticed something strange. The catch was no longer resisting...but instead it began to swim towards him! What on earth?! the fisherman couldn't believe what he was seeing, but when the catch drew closer, it became apparent that it wasn't a giant fish but a man! The mysterious person took a few steps before collapsing onto the ground, sprawled out in exhaustion. "Oh wow!" Mako exclaimed, dropping the fishing pole onto the dirt without a care in the world and rushed over to the man, whose long wet hair hid his face from Mako. "I-I'm sorry!" Mako apologized, examining the small open wound that had been ripped open by the fishing hook, which was still latched onto the man's body like a piercing. The fisherman took out a knife and carefully cut the line, holding it in place so that he did not pull from the man's wound any longer. Then he found the steel barb that poked out from the man's skin. Fortunately for this man, the barb was simple and that it appeared on the other side, else the removal would have been slightly more painful. Taking out a pair of clippers, Mako snipped that piece of barb off, and slowly slid the hook back to remove it. "I didn't think anyone would be so unlucky to get caught up in that..." Mako said as he placed the remaining pieces of metal away in a small pack on his waist. "But you ought to be more careful swimming at night by yourself." Now Mako was unsure whether or not this stranger would be overly angry at him. But irregardless, the fisherman was just relieved to see that the stranger would be okay. At least he had hoped.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Mako, Drew WORDS 511 NOTES Fine, the lake :U In this human form, the salty breeze and water stung at Fenryl’s eyes and wound, but as pale and as angered as his expression may have seemed as he limped to land, the surprised and regretful words of the fisherman eased him slightly. A simple unlucky accident. A ghost of a smile lifted him as he noticed him rush towards him in concern but still the merman clutched at his wound; his impassive expression marred by the sweat on his brow. He shook his head slightly at the apology. “I was careless,” he muttered, giving a grateful nod when he snipped at the wire and the back of the barb. Wincing then, he shrugged off his open shirt, clothes becoming slightly ripped in the process to observe the wound. The hook had gone in and out of his waist and was still bleeding a little, but it wasn’t too deep. However should he remove the hook, it’d probably bleed a lot more profusely before it would begin to scab. No more midnight swimming for a while… Fenryl thought grimly, before he asked his question to the fisherman. "I didn't think anyone would be so unlucky to get caught up in that...But you ought to be more careful swimming at night by yourself." But at that moment the kind fisherman had removed the barb, making the Merman wince. Fenryl grunted in half-hearted agreement. “…Thank you for helping,” he muttered, dodging the comment as he felt a sting to his pride, instead making sure his gratitude was clear. But then rushed padding across the white sands of the lakeshore pricked his ears, and Fenryl raised his head with passive curiosity. A female figure, she stood hesitantly a few feet away. But she wasn’t speaking up? Glancing to himself briefly and the sword beside him, Fenryl quickly put two and two together. She heard his yell and rushed over, but now he intimidated her, being shirtless and all. How to approach her though? She could run off screaming, freeze in terror, stand awkwardly, shake like a leaf or worse, she could attack him. A shudder crawled up his spine at the numerous thoughts. But what if…what if he could say something to comfort her? But why was she even out alone at night? She was already backing away. “Miss, I’m sorry if I intimidate you,” he raised his voice a little so she could hear, pulling his shirt back over himself as he pinched his wound to minimise the bleeding, using his other hand to wring the water out of his hair. His voice lowered a little, pensive but genuine in its message. “…But thank you for worrying.” After a brief curt bow, he turned to the fisherman after glancing at the bait and hook he had. Whether the girl would choose to stay was up to her. “You know fish are at the deeper parts at this time; try a sinking lure,” he observed, raising a knee up to lean on it as he continued casually bleeding despite pinching the wound, ignoring the red colour dying his clothes.

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[mako]

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[atrb=style,background:#F9F9F9; width: 300px; padding: 20px;] The truth of the matter was that Mako had already tried a sinking lure earlier, but what he was aiming to catch wasn't any ordinary fish, which was why he attempted to switch out different lures in his many attempts. But this wasn't a time to refute his case with the stranger, however. Instead, Mako just nodded, welcoming the stranger's advice. When the stranger revealed to Mako that someone else had joined them, Mako turned to find a girl whose face was mostly veiled by her bucket hat and the darkness. Her standing at that distance away from them was just her being cautious of two strangers. "Oh wow, tonight's just full of surprises, hmm. Don't be alarmed though miss!" Mako waved to the girl with a cheerful smile, "I think we're all...okay now." It was easy for him to say, but the stranger really took the wound like a champ. Mako was only obligated to buy this man a drink later on, if the stranger would allow it.

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[drew]

She had, like, no idea what was going on. Too far away to hear the conversation between the two people, Drew thought at first the man with the fishing rod was going to attack the other. He even pulled out something shiny - a knife, she saw in the dim light - and she gasped, startled. Amber eyes closed, fingers covering them, she cowered on the spot. Nobody had noticed her. She could quietly slip away and report this. Like a coward her mind broke in. Yes, a coward. But she was so good at being a coward. It was like second nature. Keep your nose low to the ground and avoid getting noticed. So simple. Nobody bothered you, nobody cared to talk with you and therefore you didn't get wrapped up in this shit. She knew there was a police man often wandering around. Her first duty of living here had been to locate him and keep his face fresh in her mind in case she got into trouble. This was about as much trouble as she cared to get into! Lowering her fingers and opening her eyes, she began to back away toward the way she came. The first person was still hunched over the second. From her point of view, Drew couldn't see much; not in this light. But her imagination was kicking in and so were her hands. They itched badly. Worse than before. She ignored them, suspecting that the knife was doing it's job.

What could she do against an armed person? Nothing. She had "power" but nothing useful. She couldn't make fire throw from her hands or choke somebody by will alone. Just by staying here she knew she would be of no help. If she ran forward and managed to heal the wounded person enough before getting sliced and diced herself... Well, they had a sword. Meant they could handle themselves in a fight. She could heal herself, or the person could just run away. Urk. I'm so sorry! she screamed in her head. She was a lousy coward who just couldn't risk it.

Backing into the shadows, she heard a voice. 'Miss'? It had to be her... Peeking out around a tree, she noticed the wounded person had addressed her. Against her better judgement, Drew stepped forward until she was in the light again. Intimidate? Hah! That was a good one! She was having a mini heart attack! Glancing at the person with the knife, Drew recognized not the man himself but the look of somebody of a fishing kind. His rod... The pack around his waist... Glancing down at the near soaked person, she put two and two together. The guy with the sword was having a swim. He must have gotten hooked on a lure and swam to the bank where the fisherman helped remove it.

"You people nearly scared me to death!" she exclaimed, out of terror or out of relief. Even she didn't know. Drew usually wasn't one to raise her voice. She seemed angry and confused at the same time despite knowing what went on. "you know how seedy this looked? I thought he was killing you!" The young woman let out a huge breath after her remark, allowing her shaky legs to guide her to the ground. Taking off her hat to wipe at her brow, she added; "don't call me 'miss' either. I'm not some old lady. My name is Drew."

The itching in her hands started to throb. Biting her lip, she turned to look at the long haired man. Now that her frustrations had been realized, she knew she was in the company of two strange men. At night. Alone. One having a weapon. The other having opportunity to use a weapon. But one was hurt and it was making her skin crawl. Literally. "I know some herbs around here that'll keep infection away... And I have some cloth in my bag that'll stop the bleeding. B-But I need fresh, clean water to..." she trailed off, unsure if the other even wanted her help. Instead of using her power she had begun to study herbal remedies as of late. She was pretty confident she could stop the bleeding without revealing her powers.

"I mean... you'd just be attracting wild animals if you bled all over the place from here to the districts."


OOC: Mako, please don't skip over me again. It's not a nice feeling to be skipped over and you've just ruined the posting order. D8

Nature's first green is g o l d, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a f l o w e r; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf So E d e n sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. N o t h i n g gold can stay.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Mako, Drew WORDS 475 NOTES ~ Goddess, I need a drink. Fenryl thought as his blood pulsated around his waist noisily like a second heartbeat. Alcohol would at least dim the pain, and he’d probably be able to sleep a lot more soundly with some good warm mead in his belly. His fingers curled as he put pressure on the wound, exhaling manually in controlled breathing. "You people nearly scared me to death!" Fenryl focused his gaze on the sand, a little guilt trickling through him unwillingly. But she certainly seemed to have…imagined a lot of things, quite vividly too. But she seemed at ease enough to sit beside them to Fenryl’s left, which prompted a reassuring smile to her from the Merman. But his ears pricked at her disdain at both of them using ‘Miss’. Bewilderment at the female species flooded him once more, giving the girl a slightly confused look. Wasn’t Miss a term for a younger girl? It’d be ma’am or madam for an older one surely… He looked to Mako for some help, shrugging. “Girls don’t like ‘Miss’ anymore?” he mused aloud, hand on chin. “Maybe…’Angel’, or ‘Princess’ then?” he considered, glancing back up to the girl expectantly as if she would provide the answer. She did however introduce herself by name though, so he supposed he would have to settle on that for the meantime. Still though girls are offended so easily… he thought with some respite. But then back to his wound. Of course it was back to his wound. Automatically he increased the pressure on it, avoiding looking at both of them and steeling his gaze to a chilling frigidity. Sullen and morose, his irritation continued to bubble at being fussed over for such a small wound, lamenting over the little attention he received for goddess-damned lacerations back as a soldier. Which arguably were worse to handle because the water interfered with the scabbing. However, patience rippled through his mind, biting back the cold retort he wanted to say. She only wanted to help. Fenryl sighed. “My name is Fenryl,” he began solemnly. “The lake water will have cleaned the wound already since I doubt he’s-" The Merman gestured to the fisherman. “-using unsanitary fish hooks. And this pressure I’m putting on it is stopping the bleeding until it scabs.” Admittedly it didn’t stop the bleeding completely since he could still feel it dribble out with a tiny gurgle with every pulse beat. But at the mention of wild beasts, he shook his head lightly. “I still have my blade. I can still fight, even in Merman form,” he murmured. But he turned, giving Drew a soft look. “You’re very kind, but I’m alright.” Being the hard-headed solitude seeker had probably influenced him too much, though he would probably just give in if either of them tried to fight back, just to save arguing. Really, his wound was unimportant. In fact, he was more concerned on the particular's of Drew's midnight stroll, especially if she was so easily intimidated.

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