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Post by Archer Homer Clark on Sept 15, 2011 9:02:02 GMT -7
 "When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over,
When everything is out, you gotta take it in,"It’s okay. It’s okay. The water will not kill you, there is nothing to get stuck in, everything is all alright. It was the mantra that Archer Clark repeated in his head, over and over, as he slowly descended the steps into the pool, his hands trembling lightly as they gripped the bar. It was ironic that, even though he was absolutely terrified of drowning (considering that was how he died, in his last life), the freshman would even be in the water, but the blind boy adored swimming. But, alas, he had to remain in the pools, or he would feel too trapped, and too liable to go under, get water in his nose, his mouth, and drown again, his life blacking out…
Away from those morbid thoughts! Sighing slightly as his foot touched the very bottom of the pool, proving that, yes, it was flat and there was nothing to get stuck in, Archer smiled, floating on his back for a moment, before heading in the direction of the deep end. It was always hard to keep his location in his head, while he was in the water, but it honestly didn’t matter, as long as he didn’t run into someone. And the pool seemed deserted, considering that the weather had been getting colder. (at least, he thought it was deserted. He didn’t hear anyone, which was as good enough proof as he was going to get) But Archer almost always ended up swimming when it was colder, because he hated crowded pools. With an absolute passion that only was matched by the idiocy displayed by Odysseus’s men. They mixed him up, turned him around, and he ended up crashing into too many people. No, it was better to stick with empty, yet colder ones.
Hitting the end of the deep end, with his hands, of course, Archer debated getting out to see if they had a diving board, because he always did enjoy those, but decided against it. After all, it was far too cold to be getting in and out of the pool. So, taking a deep breath, the poet went underwater, reveling in the cold that surround him, caressing his cheeks, and battling against his lips for entry into his mouth and lungs, before surfacing with a gasp that shattered the silent, shaking his hair in way that anyone would could have actually seen him, would’ve compared it to a wet dog shaking itself dry.
Grinning broadly, because, honestly, he had missed the feeling, Archer went back underwater, this time swimming back to the shallow end, rather than staying in one place. Coming up for air as his feet hit the bottom, the boy felt something… off. Perhaps it was just his overactive imagination (because Zeus knows, that happened far too much), or maybe there was something, or someone, there? Cursing his natural curiosity, inwardly, of course, Archer called out into the empty air. “Excuse me, is someone there?” Hopefully, he would get no answer, and he could right on continue with his swimming. ~~~~~~
Song: Good Life by OneRepublic
Word Count: 509 words |
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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Sept 17, 2011 21:49:32 GMT -7
Isabella was very thoroughly into athletics. She loved so many sports, soccer being her favorite...but swimming was up there, too. She liked to play games with people when she swam, but some of her best friends weren't really swimmers. Talia always wore a tiny little bikini you couldn't swim in, and the great sultan Saladin was scared of water! Oliver swam, yes, but he was off tinkering. Either way, she couldn't get ahold of him, so she went down to the pool on her own. She'd swim laps, and let her imagination take hold. She'd pretend she was...oh, she didn't know. A dolphin? Either way, she intended to swim.
She entered the main doors, finding it open, but totally deserted. She went directly into the women's change room from the doors, not bothering to enter what looked like a deserted pool and then go into the change rooms. She'd gotten dressed in her dorm, so all she did in the rooms was strip. If it could be called that. Her bathing suit was more of a surf suit than anything. There wasn't much lower a neckline than the typical T-shirt, and it while it was sleeves, it had shorts that went about three quarters of the way down her thigh. It was quite funny to see her and Talia next to each other at the pool. But that was neither here. Isabella shoved her things in her locker, and walked out to the pool. The water was clear and calm, except for - oh, there was someone here! She watched the boy, probably a freshman, paddle around, going underwater, and swimming to the shallow end. Maybe he'd play a game with her. There were balls and stuff, and assorted things that could be used for games. They could play catch, or, if he was unfriendly, she'd just return to swimming her laps.
The sophomore was about to get in when the boy spoke out, asking if someone was there. That was an off question. Why would he ask? He need only look around. Then again, maybe he had taken his glasses off to swim or something. "Yes. Just me, though." Isabella called out in English with a slight French accent. "It's a very deserted day. Were you waiting for someone?" She added, before walking to the deep end. Getting in was the hardest part for her. The pool water was heated to be a good, tolerable temperature, and the building was warm, but the water always looked cold. She readied herself and jumped in, feeling an initial rush of cold, but it quickly passed as she swam for the surface and began to tread water, waiting for the response of the only other person in the pool.
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Post by Archer Homer Clark on Oct 8, 2011 16:55:53 GMT -7
"When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over,
When everything is out, you gotta take it in," Ah, thank goodness, there was someone there. Archer would've been frightfully embarrassed had he been speaking to no one, though considering that there would've been no one to be embarrassed around, it would've been a moot point, anyway. However, he was vaguely disappointed. He had been enjoying himself, just swimming alone, where he could do whatever tricks or techniques that he wanted to, without anyone looking and thinking him odd. Still, he should make the best out of it! After all, one should be polite to everyone, and he could still have a fun time, just with someone else with him. Besides, she sounded nice!
Smiling slightly at her question, Archer replied in the negative. "No, I'm not. It's actually rather pleasant, though. I'm not one for crowds." Eurgh, not at all. Honestly, they were one of the few things that he hated with a passion, simply for how they affected him. Absolutely horrid, though he was far more polite about them when he was speaking out loud. No, best to keep ranting on people's annoyances to himself, if only because he didn't want to offend anyone. It was almost always better to be too polite, rather than not enough, in his experience.
Swimming in the direction of the splash he heard, careful to keep his head above the water, in case she replied, Archer spoke up, introducing himself. "I'm Archer, Archer Clark," he told her, stopping a few feet away from where her ripples began, and doing his best to 'look' in her direction. He could be staring at like her shoulder for all he knew, but hey, he was trying. It was a tad hard. "And you are?" Treading water lightly, and ignoring the internal shudder that went through him at the fact that he couldn't feel the bottom, the poet smiled a bit in the direction of the girl. Perhaps they could have an enjoyable time?
A thought occurred to him, and the reincarnate had the sudden worry that he had met her before, and just didn't realize it, because her voice sounded different, or something? But no, she would've likely called him out by name, if only for a 'Hey, you're in my class, right?' if that was the case. Wow, he was a bit of a worrier at times, wasn't he? Still, all Archer wanted was to be polite, so it was a quite reasonable thing to fret over.
Wanting to go back underwater, and let himself be enfolded by the water once more, but yet knowing that the other person was going to respond, Archer waited patiently, treading the water.
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Song: Good Life by OneRepublic
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