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Post by MARINA PERIBOEA on Oct 31, 2011 11:14:19 GMT -5
Marina swam easily through the ancient wreckage of Grief Reef, the meager amounts of sunlight breaking through the surface causing her bottom half to glitter with every movement. There had been another casualty at Grief Reef the other day and she was going to scavenge the wreck for anything useful. "Coral?" Marina glanced over her shoulder to make she her elder sister was following. In spite of the fact that Marina was the younger, she always felt like she had to be the responsible one, since mischief followed Coral around like a crocodile follows a pirate. "Oh good grief." Marina lamented, realizing her sister had indeed become distracted by one thing or another. Marina compulsively stroked the floating locks of orange hair, what if there was a pirate still around and her dearest sister had been captured. Tentatively, Marina swam towards the surface to take a peek.
There, looting the wreckage that had stayed above water, was a dark-haired boy with a weird coat on. It appeared as though he wasn't aware of the mermaids' presence quite yet, but the surprised gasp Marina uttered the instant she saw him likely gave them away. With a splash she dove back into the deep and nearly bumped into Coral as she did so. "Coral!" She exclaimed in a distressed tone, "There's a human up there, looking around the wreckage. We should leave, what if he shoots at us!" Marina clamped down on her bottom lip and chewed gently to stifle any other worries she would have blurted out. When it came to making decisions, she usually followed Coral's lead.
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Post by CORAL PERIBOEA on Oct 31, 2011 23:23:34 GMT -5
Wreckages are Coral’s favorite things, especially when it’s a ship wreckage. There is something so satisfactory about a giant piece of wood sinking or crashing into the barriers or rocks. Or how pirates and sailors shriek terrors, secretly praying for the deities above to swiftly take their souls before mortal pain inflicts them. Or perhaps, Coral just really likes the stuff inside of ships. Who knows? Flipping her fin, she doesn’t get too far, but she always ends up at her destination before her younger sister, Marina. ”Late, again,” Coral would murmur, puffed a strand of hair out from her view. Shrugging, she peaked half a face above the water, scaling the wreckage of the ship. Keeping her view, she circled around the perimeter until she bumped into something – or someone.
”Gosh! Give me a good fright, Marina! I thought you were Pearl for a second,” she laughed, comparing the bitty-like mermaid Pearl to worrywart Marina. Every mermaid knows that Pearl is the bitter bitty mermaid, who gossips about everything to get her own way. ”What?!” she shirked, although, full of excitement. Peaking above surface again, although hidden behind a rock, she examined the human. ”Oh, he looks scrawny to me. And no threat.” she squinted, drumming her wet fingertips against the rocky surface. ”I can smell him from over here. And he stinks,” she crinkled her nose in disgust. ”C’mon! Let’s get into the wreckage before he does,” she practically ordered, believing that their human form can convince a stray person.
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Post by PARKER GRIMLY on Nov 1, 2011 19:51:46 GMT -5
scavenging had skyrocketed. no, no that was an utter understatement; as it were, parker could barely keep a stock with how much weird shit he had found at grief reef ad brought back to the hideout. lately there has been a high percentage of daily wreckages, particularly by wannabe pirates who were misled to believe their ships could trend across the jagged shores of the reef. hell, it had even gotten to the point where the lost boy would pity the foolish blocks for their loss of transportation… but then again, it was a fleeting sense of sentimentality that washed through him like a breaking wave. their treasures were going to be his treasures as soon as he was able to find them beneath the murky waters.
feet barely making a rippling effect upon the water’s surface, parker floated across the reef with a deliberate, unhurried manner, his crimson orbs searching the perimeters for signs of pirate booty. there was nothing to be seen thus far, save for floating pieces of drenched wood and several emptied bottles of rum. he did, however, spy something fishy (haha, pun intended), and they weren’t being very surreptitious either. parker watched them from the peripheral of his eye while he pretended to heed them no attention. before long, the lost boy purposely disappeared from their view, only to have appeared above their bobbing heads a few minutes later, staring down at them from a god’s point of view. “well well, look what i’ve found here,” parker greeted with a smirky smirk as he reclined in mid-air. “two red-headed mermaids, leisurely swimming in the reef…. or could i say scavenging the wreckage in hopes to find dinglehoppers or whatever you creatures call treasure.” he paused for a second, before adding with a smug grin, “well, you won’t be finding anything today.”
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Post by MARINA PERIBOEA on Nov 2, 2011 0:15:12 GMT -5
Marina puffed her cheeks out in resentment, "Oh I'm not like Pearl." Pearl was undoubtedly lovely, but that didn't mean Marina wanted to be like her. She twined her fingers together nervously as she listened to Coral's brief summary of her thoughts on the scoundrel-like human. "Oh but what if he has weapons, or a net." Marina pointed out sheepishly, as long as he was on land he had the advantage in her opinion. Now if he were to take a tumble into the water, then his fate would be in their hands, no question in her mind. Oh how it would have been so much easier had he just slipped on a rock and fell in, but no Coral was determined to get the jump on him. "Oh all right." She popped her head up to the surface and glance around, "W-Where did he go?" She whispered to Coral right before eyes the color of sunset appeared in front of her.
Marina purposely placed herself behind Coral--not with the intent to use her as a meat shield, but more or less because Coral was the better of the two to dole out sass. "Oh! What's a dinglehopper?" Marina blurted out in awe, glancing between the both of them, her curiosity shortly overshadowing her worry. However, a pout quickly appeared on her lips as she was not impressed with the term 'creatures' being applied to her and her sister, especially with such a negative connotation attached! He said it as though they were demons of some sort. Temper flared Marina heedlessly snapped at him, "Well we'll find whatever fell beneath the surface, not that it's any of your business. T-tell him, Coral." Oh yes, Marina was tough and brave as she still cowered behind her elder sister.
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Post by CORAL PERIBOEA on Nov 2, 2011 20:43:20 GMT -5
Her emerald orbs leaving the lanky mysterious form proved to be an inconvenience for the adventurous mermaid. ”Let’s hope some pirates took him,” she snorted, a sweet smile on her face. However, she spoke too soon, for the mysterious man in question hovered over them, perched in midair in a lethargic position. Coral thought of sinking back into the waters fully, swimming away. Yet, what is the fun of that? ”In the matter of fact, we found you first,” she started, sass in her words. Balancing on surface of the water upon her back, she flipped her fin hard enough to splash water on the lost boy. ”Actually, you’re wrong.” she continued, arching an eyebrow and slight smirk as if to emit ‘I know something you don’t’ attitude to the boy.
”We were searching for some lost boys, and it seems we found one.” she lied, but who’s to say he can call her out. Glancing over to Marina, giving her a reassuring look to calm her sister’s nerves, she addressed the lost boy once again. ”In fact, my sister here made a bet that she can outswim any lost boy, anyday. I told her that you lost boys have accelerated speed,” she continued, kindly offering him a welcoming smile. ”Will you be so kind to-“ however, Coral stopped midway, when Marina said something utterly stupid. Snapping her head towards her sister, she gave her an aggrieved, sad kitten look: ”A dinglehopper is a small metal triton that I use to brush my hair!” Gosh, Marina is such a dingus, shouldn’t she know all the treasures Coral has collected so far? ”Anyway,” she began, once again, towards the sly lost boy, ”I think you should challenge her.”
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