STREETS OF NOWHERE [OPEN]

[saya]

saya didn't feel like she'd ever get sick of the water. it was just... perfect. how the waves could go from tranquil beauty to rugged death in a matter of minutes - seconds, even. the sea was a cruel mistress; that was a phrase the eighteen year old had heard many a time down by the docks, where sailors traded fish and stories of their time off land. she was absolutely fascinated by the tales, and the general idea of sailing off into the unknown, whether to catch fish or not. she admired the sea captains, but resented them as well; oh, how jealous she was of their ability and braveness to just get onto their ships and leave jukyo as they pleased.

often, the blonde haired girl would slink around the harbour, much like the cats who hunted for fish scales on the floor. she would run her hand along the hulls and prows of the beautiful vessels, awed by the magnificence and strength that they held. if nobody was around, she'd occasionally climb onto one of the moored ships. the wind in her hair, the exhileration of trespassing, the general fact that she was exactly where she dreamed of being - saya couldn't describe how much she loved it. she'd almost been caught a few times before, and badly bruised her paper-thin skin getting there more often than not, but it was so worthit.

the ghost wasn't spending her day drifting through the docks today, though. she was sitting on the beach, gazing at the sky; the early evening sun was still in the sky, laced with cloud and framed by an atmosphere tinged purple and orange. however, the sky was a little too dark for most peoples' likings. it held the threat of rain, so there wasn't very many people on the beach. summer was desperately clinging onto the weather, so it was a bit humid, but autumn was most definitely winning the battle of the seasons. that was a good thing, though; the beach got awfully busy and horribly warm during the warmer months.

with her little black heels carefully placed beside her, saya was perched on a small rock shelf, trailing her feet into the water. her elegant red dress was bunched up to just below her knees, so it wasn't in danger of getting wet. it was pretty tight, and enunciated her figure quite nicely, which made it one of her favourite pieces of clothing; although she wasn't a social butterfly, she still liked to look good. she let out a small giggle at the sensation of the seaweed touching her feet, and wiggled her toes in the wet sand. the young woman could see sea creatures scuttle away from her movements, and a grin spread across her lips. this, right here, is where she was happy. she felt like she had a connection with the water, almost - when she was in it, she wasn't melancholy or morbid or anything. when she was in the sea, she was simply saya, and that was why she loved it so much.

she didn't want to go into deep thought right now, though. the blonde was content sitting by the water and paddling like a little girl. it was times like these that she felt human again. absorbed in her own little world, she didn't even notice - or care - that there were other people around.

words| 571
tags| OPEN!
listening to| streets of nowhere - lostprophets
other| idk. sorry if this sucks, future replier. </3

[sho ebisawa]

He hated the ocean.

It wasn't like he had always disliked it. He had just grown to. The waters housed a silence that inflicted loneliness upon its dwellers. Underneath the cover of the waves was a darkness and emptiness that he never had wanted to feel. Yet this was the one place that he could live. To visit the upper world filled him with a sense of anxiety, fear, and panic. It felt like he was being choked again, feelers gripped around his throat and pulling. As the monster had dragged him in the ocean before, the land world was pulling him back up with urges and needs.

His breath turned into bubbles as a drawn out sigh escaped his throat, his knees pulled up to his chest. Resting against the sand and rock at the bottom of the ocean floor, the feeling of restlessness overcame him. He wanted to go somewhere. He wanted to feel adventure. He wanted someone to talk to him. He wanted to feel like he belonged. As a god, the title the other demons seemed to have bestowed upon him, he had almost unlimited power. He could wipe out most enemies. Not many demons or humans, for that matter, could stand a chance against him. Yet it also meant that most other life forms wanted nothing to do with them. They sought out figures and leaders, yet when in the face of such power, they retreated like mice.

Such was the life of a god. A life of loneliness, wanting, and hope that some day they would reach a point of enjoyment. Sometimes Sho had thought it would've been fine if he had died for good the number of years ago. But that was before he remembered his goals. He had things to do. He couldn't just give up. He was going to change the world, after all, wasn't he? However, to do that, he would need numbers. Followers. He knew that he had a few that spread his name, judging by the rumors and talk of drowned spirits and animal life that passed in the upper waters, but they were mostly limited to
mentions of his name. He had to spread the word, somehow.

Rising to his feet, the cerulean-eyed boy decided he'd have to start it himself. Maybe he could casually slip notes of his beliefs in the ears of others? The landwellers would be a good idea, seeing as there were only so many demons and youkai who could speak of it on shore. He kicked his legs from the sand, moving upwards to the sky. The swim didn't take too long, yet a feeling of exhaustion from moving around in his human form overtook him. As he broke to the air, most of his body felt numb and was difficult to move. A choking gasp was the first sound to reach his ears after being in the silent waters for so long, followed by the screeches of sea gulls and washing of waves. Blinking his eyes steadily and attempting to stay afloat, the boy spotted the shore. Thankfully, it was only a couple hundred feet away, and wasn't going to be the worst effort to swim to.

Coughs released from his throats as he tried to bring in air for the first time in a few days. When he was living, breathing had been so simple and easy that he couldn't notice it, yet after his first death, it became almost a chore to take in the oxygen in the above world. It felt stuffy and unnatural, and he would constantly feel like a wet rag had been thrown over his head, giving a choking feeling. Wobbily, he attempted to rise onto his legs with no support of the waters. The teen seemed to make it a few steps and onto the sand of the beach before they seemed to trip over each other. A gasp slipped off his lips as he collided with the ground, dripping with salty water that had soaked into his clothing. He muttered curses under his breath as he forced himself up once more, giving a more widespread stance to give less chance of such an embarrassing fall again.

As he made his way across the beach, his movements awkward and unnatural, his eyes searched for any life besides the sea gulls arguing about bits and crumbs of trash. His slit irises flickered from one object to the next, having to blink several times to rid the salt that had buried into his vision from such long periods in the sea. To his surprise, there certainly looked to be someone close by, a figure with a golden head, resting among the rocks. The need to speak arose in his chest, the chance to finally converse finally appearing. While he tried to keep the main goal in mind, the excitement of having someone to socialize with seemed to overpower him. Opening his mouth, the words barely managed to slip out as he moved a little too quickly, "Hello the--" The damp clothing wrapped around his legs forced a heaviness upon them, wrapping around his legs to the point where he just plopped onto the ground from the mere slip of movement. Another painful fall overcame him, his face landing not so gracefully onto the thankfully soft ground. An aching pain started on his face, but he ignored it as he attempted to struggle up, now coated in bits of sand and grass.

[saya]

Saya was far more interested in the ripples and crevices of the pool of water in front of her than the surrounding scenery. The beach wasn't interesting today, anyway; what with the ominous rainclouds and the breezy wind, it was very quiet. She was much happier watching the constant rolling waves - unlike the beach stretching behind her, the sea was never completely still. There was always some kind of fish darting just beneath the surface, or some far off ship making small waves lap along the pebbly shore, or some sign of the tides drawing in and out every day.

Her interest in watching the water dip and flow around her ankles meant that she hadn’t noticed the boy seemingly vaporizing up from the ocean floor. Propping her slim figure up by her elbows, and slowly slipping her teal eyes shut, she was all but oblivious to the sandy world around her. Nobody was likely to approach her, she thought; most people kept to themselves or to their groups on the beach, chatting idly or soaking in what little sun was left in the day. Indeed, Saya was rarely approached by people at all, or even glanced at. The golden haired woman didn’t make a name for herself, in any way at all, much preferring to ghost along (no pun intended) the shoreline that she wasn’t allowed to leave.

Some may have thought that learning she’d be condemned to the place she died for as long as she existed would have made her detest the sea, but it was quite the opposite, really. While she did occasionally feel bitter about her confinement, she’d grown to love the ocean and the surrounding beaches. Melancholy as she may be, she firmly believed that everybody should make the best of their situation whenever possible. And that was exactly what she’d been doing since she died. She had taught herself to swim faster than ever before, had spent days learning what schools of fish frequented the shallow waters around the beach and had made more sandcastles than she had thought was possible.

Saya jumped slightly as she heard a voice cut out amongst the tranquil silence she’d fallen into as she daydreamed. She started even more when she heard a soft ‘thud’ against the ground, snapping her head round to see what the minor commotion was about. The blonde haired girl wasn’t quite expecting the site that met her – a boy, around the same age as her, with fair hair and light blue eyes. He was completely soaked through and through, head to toe. He had also just tripped over nothingness and dropped to the floor like an anchor, landing face first a few metres behind the rocks she’d been sitting on. The ghost raised an eyebrow, looking down at the boy.

She didn’t move for a few moments, her gaze running over him and assessing his appearance. He didn’t look like he was very tall, maybe standing a few inches above her, and he had a fairly slim figure. He had blond hair like her, but it wasn’t as fiery as hers. His eyes were blue like hers as well, albeit a much more piercing colour. Although it was hard to tell from how he was covered in water and sand and struggling feebly on the beach, the young man seemed like he was rather cute. The tiniest hint of a smile touched Saya’s lips.

It took a few moments for the ghost to realise that, oh, she should probably check that this stranger was okay rather than continuing to evaluate his appearance. Stepping away from the small pool of seawater, and turning fully towards the boy, she stood up, flattening her dress down. Extending a pale, delicate hand towards him to help him up, she raised both of her eyebrows.
“Um… Are you okay..?” she queried, her voice soft and quiet. “That sounded like a hard fall…”

words| 656
tags| Sho <3
listening to| Techo Fan - The Wombats
other| I dunno this probably suckss