PuttinOnTheFoil

The waters were always dangerous this time of year, but that didn’t mean you could stay behind. There was work to do, family to feed. Mattie had his mother, a sick brother and maybe his sister was married and lived away but he’d take her of her and her daughter whenever he could too. The money wasn’t great, but it was all you could do sometimes. 
          Didn’t mean it worked out. 
          A squall had come up and Mattie hadn’t been on a line. It was that simple, tiny mistake. He clung to the rail with all his might but when it dipped beneath the water, he had no hope. 
          Yet, miraculously, he hadn’t died. No, he woke up and he did think he was dead for a moment, but he woke up on a rocky beach. Cut to ribbons and sad everywhere but alive.

PuttinOnTheFoil

@sircnscqll 
            
            “Yeah, I’m freezing.” He muttered as he rubbed his arms. “Like…this? Oh. Cause of my clothes? Yeah, I guess that’s kinda bad but I mean, I did nearly die. Can I get a pass for that?”
            He frowned again down at his clothes. Maybe if he had some pins or his sewing kit, he could fix his clothes but he had nothing. Heck, he was lucky his clothes were still on. 
            “I gotta get home.”
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sircnscqll

@PuttinOnTheFoil ||
            
            “ mattie and-cold.? ”    ( she echoed, finding both names odd but not mentioning it. )    “ you don’t want to meet anyone else here, not like *that*. ”    ( despite her judgy tone, she was looking out for him. the island was a siren filled place, like a vacation house but an entire island, with different houses and one which sirens could simply exist with no fears. )
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PuttinOnTheFoil

@sircnscqll 
            
            Anastasia. It was a name at least. Mattie wasn’t alone. That was all that mattered for now. If she was here, maybe more people were. Maybe he could get home that way. 
            “Mattie.” He answered before he even really thought about it. “And cold.”
            No, he was freezing. Freezing and wet, his clothes torn and stained either blood from a hundred little cuts and scrapes. 
            “Is there anyone else here? Where are we?” He asked, frowning down at his tattered shirt. “Not Newfoundland. That’s for sure.”
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『  violet had been walking around the bar, at a very fast pace. it was an extremely busy night, and everyone seemed to require her help. doing this required her to bump into people multiple times, and a simple apology did it. but this time, the person she had bumped into caught her eye.  』  “ oh .. hey — “

prcttypinkq

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            『  the reason why the pink-haired girl seemed so dull, and different, was because she was incredibly bored. for a while now, she hadn’t had any fun. nobody had approached her the way they used to, and she was bored out of her mind.  』  “ obviously not you — just most of the people here — “
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sircnscqll

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            ( she was so unlike their previous, first and last encounters that anastasia found it hard to believe that she was with the same, lively girl as before. )    “ that’s not why *i* came here, ”    ( she hummed, which was true. she was actually doing what she’d convinced herself was a a god’s will — following her sister to a bar, and blending it as to not be spotted. the problem.? her sister had gone home, and she was alone, drinking.  )
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prcttypinkq

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            『  she shrugged. she understood what she’d meant, sort of. at least she tried? that’s something.  』  “ most people who come here aren’t well — it is a bar, after all, everyone comes here to get hammered enough to forget their own lives. “  『  again, she shrugged. it was the truth, but she was speaking so carelessly, with zero tone of voice, like she was bored. that’s exactly what she was, bored and tired. and it showed.  』
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