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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 18, 2011 5:44:22 GMT -5
I looked down at my bare feet as the tide came up and over them, then quickly rolling back to the main body of the ocean, only to come up and sweep over my feet again. My fear was all psychological, I guessed. Nothing had ever happened to me in the ocean -- that I can remember, anyway -- but I just somehow became afraid of it. It's like people who are afraid of flying in a plane, but they've never flown before. I don't know what happened to make me so scared.
When she mentioned Gatsby, I looked over at him, seeing him with his nose down in the water, blowing bubbles from his nostrils. As soon as about five bubbles popped on the surface, he'd jerk his head up and stare at where his head had just been, then put it back down and blow some more underwater. A quiet, nervous chuckle escaped me. He really was enjoying the water, but he didn't have any idea what dangers could be lurking just below the surface-- No, don't start this again. It'll only make things worse. I took a deep breath to calm myself, taking slow steps out to where Blaise was. But since I was so much taller than her, the water level looked a lot lower on me than it did her, so I still had a ways to go before I got to my knees.
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jul 18, 2011 23:39:19 GMT -5
Blaise laughed at Gatsby as he blew bubbles in the ice cold water. As Semper came closer to her she had a sigh of relief. She was glad that she convinced him to come into the water. As long as she could keep his mind on positive things and off of all the things that freaked him out he would do just fine.
"Good! Now lets go in farther! The water feels nice today doesn't it?" Excitement surged through her body. She felt stupid talking about how the water felt but it was the only thing that came out of her mouth to keep his mind positive. She wanted to try to get in into his waist by today but she wasn't going to tell him that. No need to freak him out and have him run out of here.
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 21, 2011 20:13:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, feels good...." I answered quietly, so quietly in fact that I could hardly hear myself speaking. I was staring down at the water, seeing my toes halfway buried underneath the sand. The soles of my feet were being pricked by seashells, but the skin was so calloused from frequent barefoot walking that I didn't feel the pain of the pricking. But still, I didn't want to go in any further. My head was already racing with thoughts and the possibilities of what could happen to me if I went in any further. I glanced at Gatsby while he was still blowing bubbles, then over at Blaise, and then back down at my feet, watching the ripples of the waves hitting my stationary legs. I didn't dare move forward even a step.
((S'all good. :3 Mine's short too. x.x ))
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jul 23, 2011 0:56:06 GMT -5
The water was splashing up on her body sending shivers down her spine. It was so cool and refreshing that she didn't want to leave. Blaise walked over next to the guy and tried to comfort him. She could see the fear in his eyes already and he was barely in the water.
"Come on five more steps and then you can run outta here." She was doing as much as she could to coax him farther into the water. She looked over at Gatsby blowing bubbles in the water. "If he is having no problems then you will be okay." Waves were coming in more frequent now which probably freaked him out. There must of been a storm out there somewhere. All she could think was how nice these waves were and how one day Semper will ride them with her.
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 24, 2011 15:37:56 GMT -5
Five more steps and then I could just run out of the water like some cat being forced to take a bath. I didn't want to run out of the water like some chicken, but I was so scared of it.... why? I had no reason to be this terrified. And yet here I was, ready to just flip shit over nothing.
I looked back over at Gatsby, getting a very small wave of confidence as I watched him paw at the water, splashing himself in the face. But when I looked back out at the horizon, I could see more and more waves coming in toward shore. That was just about it for me. I could already see myself getting swept out to sea and drowning, or being eaten by a shark, or being stung by a stingray. My foot took an unconscious step backward, but I stayed in place, staring out at the waves with terror in my eyes. The tide was dragging grains of sand out from underneath my feet, making me feel as if I was being dragged out into the deeper water. "I- I can't do this...." I stuttered, unable to hide the fear in my voice. My grip on the end of Gatsby's lead rope was so tight that my knuckles were white, and not to mention that my hand was shaking. I was nearly on my toes -- my legs also shaking -- ready to just run back to shore at any given moment.
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