Hey! So I'm so incredibly bored so I'm updating... again, god I have to get myself a hobbie or something. Ugh. Anyway, I've had some lovely feedback so thank you, I really didn't expect it! As always you're welcome to follow me on twitter @Jensderp and say what you like or if you want any characters added just tweet me or review and I'll see what I can do! Oh and this chapter is where it could get interesting.. *wiggles eyebrows*
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Izzy woke with a start, unsure of her surroundings, it took her a minute or two to figure out where she was. District 4. She remembered now. Turning over on the kingsized bed she looked at the digital clock on her bedside table, 16:30. Only four thirty? It seemed later than that.
Rising from the bed she finally took off her boots, she'd falled asleep with them on, she opened the french windows out on to a small balcony. The sea breeze blowed through her dark hair.
It was peaceful here she thought as she took a deep breath, not as busy as District 12. From where she was standing, she could just see the top of another house across the dunes, it was similar to her Grandma's she thought, Carrie, she corrected herself mentally.
The sun wasn't as unrelenting as earlier on, so she decided to go out and explore. Changing quickly into a black bikini she'd ordered from the Captiol, it was plain but complitmented her complexion of tanned skin and dark hair, a grey vest top and some denim shorts. Much better, it was way too hot for a hunting jacket, jeans and boots, double knotted of course.
Slipping on some flip-flops she found in the back of her mothers wardrobe, she walked downstairs and out on to the porch.
Carrie was sat on the porch in the same clothes as earlier, a white button-down blouse, three quarter-length blue denim trousers and sturdy leather sandals. She was sat reading 'Pride&Prejudice' it was an ancient copy, her mother's mothers, even further back than that. It was tatty and torn, but Carrie had it rebound and loved nothing more that sitting reading a book listening to the waves lapping at the shoreline in the background.
She looked up and put her book down as Isobel walk towards her.
'Ah, you're awake! Travelling take it out fo you did it?'
'Yep, I never thought sitting for so long would make you tired!' Izzy said light heartedly.
'Well you look more awake now.' Carrie said 'and you're dressed more appropriately, I see you catch on fast' she said with a wink.
'It was way too hot for jeans,' Izzy answered, 'I thought I might go and explore a bit, go for a walk, maybe a swim, if that's ok?'
'Yes of course dear, just don't go too far, I don't mind you doing whatever you want, but be careful, if you're going swimming, it may look calm, but the sea is unpredictable.'
'I will, I'll see you at 7:30 for dinner.' Izzy said confidently as she walked off the porch down towards the sand, for the house was on the dunes.
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The feel of pristine white sand between your toes never gets old. It's a feeling you never grow out of. Izzy, wasn't any different. She'd always loved the beach, ever since she was young she'd associated it with holidays and happy memories.
She had been walking for about 10 minutes and decided to sit down for a bit, just to take in the scene.
The dunes were healthy and green, the sand spotless and white, the see turquoise and inviting, especially in this heat. It wasn't as hot as earlier, but it was still warm. She looked up and down the stretch of beach, seeing no one, she assumed it would be okay if she stripped off leaving her clothes where she was sitting as she went for a quick dip.
She sprinted the 10 metres or so down the the waters edge and carried on going until she could run no more, as she expertly dived in to the sea.
Despite living in District 12, Katniss had always insisted her and Jakob learnt how to swim, so every saturday they'd all trek up to a lake deep in the woods whilst Peeta was working and swim for a few hours. There was a hut there, with a poker for a fire and pre-cut logs stacked up as if it was once someones home. Katniss had said this was where she learnt where to swim with her father. They'd learnt when she was 7 and Jakob was 5, when they'd learnt the basics, Katniss had taught them how to dive properly, when Isobel asked where she'd learnt it, she went quiet for a few moments, simply replying 'from a great friend of mine, I miss him even now.' She'd refused to elaborate, they'd all left it there and carried on splashing around.
This, now came in handy and was one of the few moments Isobel was thankful to her mother. She dived down, reaching the bottom, picking up a shell as she turned to resurface.
Breaking the surface she examined the shell, a brick red and cream, it looked like a fan, she dropped it back into the water. Turning on her front she began swimming with long confident strokes just as her mother had taught her, back and forth over about 50 metres of water until she grew bored. She turned. DIved again, corkscrewing is what her mother had called it, all the way down 10 feet to the seabed, swam along the seabed for 10 metres and resurfaced again. This time, instead of swimming she laid oh her back in the water floating, recovering from her swim and laughing softly to herself. She felt so calm, and so relaxed. More than she had in a long time, school's been difficult, what with finals and so has her mum, she loved her, deep down, she just felt she couldn't show weakness to her, so they always fought.
She'd been bobbing about for about 20 minutes and had drifted about 100 metres from shore, she guessed it to be nearly 6 o'clock, she decided to swim back to shore, get changed and walk home. The wind had picked up so it was a bit breezy now, she wanted to get home before it got too cold. So she turned and swam back to shore.
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When she reached shore, she turned and walked the now 20 metres up towards where the sand met the dunes and where she'd left her clothes, the tide had gone out so she had to walk further. When she reached the dunes, she walked along for about 5 minutes looking for where she left her clothes. Relieved at spotting them she walked over and started to put her top and shorts on over her wet bikin, she cursed under her breath at the fact she'd forgotten a towel.
As she was buttoning up her shorts with ever numbing fingers, she heard a rustling behind her, she turned quickly, jumpy at any disruption in a foreign landscape, especially one as peaceful as this. Slowly turning she didn't see anything.
'You know, if you wanted to strip down in public, you're in the wrong part of town.' She heard a male voice state in a seductive purr.
Turning on her heel, her heart sped up, who the hell was this?! She thought as she whipped around to face the owner of the voice.
And there, standing before her, was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen; bronzed skin and hair, sea green eyes you could get lost in, broad shouldered in a tight fitting white t-shirt, that left little to the imagination, about 6 feet tall, wearing burgundy board shorts and blue flip-flops, seemingly glowing against the white sand, wearing a half smirk that was charming, yet to Isobel, in these circumstances where she was half dressed and slowly getting colder, looked like it needed a good slap, was a man about her age, maybe a year or two older.
She scowled at him, about to ask him what the hell he thought he was up to creeping up on girls when they were getting changed, when he interrupted her;
'Sorry, how rude of me not to introduce myself, the names Finn, well Finnick. Finnick Odair.'
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