[hr][hr][centre][color=coral][h1][b]Lavena Ó Faoláin[/b][/h1][/color]
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[b]Location:[/b] Atlantic Ocean.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Cyrus Saenz ([@YoshiSkittlez]).[/sup].[/centre]
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Was she still swimming? She didn’t know. She could very well just be floating… but she could swear that she was moving her arms and legs. Was that just a dream? Was this? Would she wake on the plane, in a few hours time to it landing? She sighed softly, her body cold… heavy… she felt like if she stopped moving, she’d sink… But… Was she moving… ? Lavena had no idea anymore, and she reached up to brush some of her red locks out of her eyes, tucking the wet hair behind an ear. She brushed water away from her eyes, sighing heavily. 

She was moving… but she had been stationary entirely too long, the motion of the ocean simply pushing her forward… had she been turned around? What had she been swimming too? As she lowered her hand away, it came slick with watery blood, and she blinked. She’d cut herself… that was right. She’d crashed into something sharp, hadn’t she? She shook her head, and started to move again. Was that a voice, someone screaming? 

"I've done it!"

Done what? She pondered that a few seconds, treading water where she was. She blinked after a few moments, and shook her head once more. What had she been thinking about? Oh. Right. Someone had been screaming. Well, there was a lot of someone’s screaming. Something about the lighthouse… THAT’S where she’d been going. Turning her thoughts to the lighthouse, she suddenly cursed. She couldn’t leave someone screaming for help. As she swam towards the noise, she concentrated on focusing. She had to get out, and this delay was just annoying, but she couldn’t do it. She’d already lost her prototype, she couldn’t lose her soul too. 

[color=coral]”I’m coming damn it! Don’t get your knickers in a twist!”[/color] She shouted back, [color=coral]”Just freezing my ass off.”[/color] she was a tiny little woman, why was she doing this? She was probably frozen solid already. Soon coming across the older man whose lap she had fallen into, the guy who had tried to save her. She blinked, reaching up to rub at her eyes again. Was she seeing things? What was the chances she’d run into him again in the water? 

[color=coral]”Oh. Hi. You know, thanks for trying to save me and all… my hands were sweaty… “[/color] She trailed off lamely, swallowing painfully around her sore throat. She tilted her head, The man was using some sort of flotation, from overthrown luggage. While it was smart... she didn't think he could move too well like that. [color=coral]”I ain’t gonna push ya, you’ll have to swim. You can swim right?”[/color] She asked, wondering if he’d except help from from her- she was younger then him and a girl. He seemed the type to be a little sexist. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions… She shook her head, trying to focus once more. 

[color=coral]”Look, I’m freezing, I’m not entirely sure anything is real, but there’s a lighthouse, we might as well swim towards it.”[/color] She said wearily, treading water where she was and waiting for him to answer. If he didn’t, she was just going to swim off to the lighthouse and get out of this goddamn water.