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6 yrs ago
Current A productive day CAN include a nap and if you think otherwise we can't be friends anymore.
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Going on hiatus for any partners I may have sorry guys </3

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24 years old | Eastern Standrd Time

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Melody was enjoying the quiet; nothing really relaxed her more than the sounds of the waves or the feeling of salt water. Still, she often found herself feeling… empty at the end of the day. This, what she was doing right now, it was surviving, it wasn’t living. The same routine day in day out, the same faces, the same places, the same thoughts. She had never intended for this to be a permanent set up, but somewhere along the lines she had allowed the comfort, routine and safety to suck her in and trap her here.

However she heard something that put her on alert, the sound of boots on the sand. The girl sat up in her hammock and reached for the dagger in the belt around her waist, drawing it as she slipped into the shadows, moving lithely through the wreck as she tracked the intruder’s position through the noises he was making, unused to the weak spot or terrain the wreck contained. She, however, made not a single sound. This old boat had been her home for a long time; she knew every inch like the back of her hand. Eventually she was able to come up behind the intruder.

A man, bigger than her certainly, she could make out that he was well muscled. He could probably overpower her in a fair fight; her skills were more of the stealth and endurance variety. She honestly hoped it did not come to a fight, hopefully he’d leave when asked… along with some prompting. Moving up quickly behind the man she pressed the blade lightly into his back, just enough that he’d know she was there, but not hard enough to harm him in any way. Hurting him was not her intention, just letting him know that she wasn’t messing around.

“I’m going to give you a chance to explain yourself and then I am going to give you a chance to leave. One chance only. Why are you here?” There was the potential that he could simply be someone who walked in here off the beach, if she she’d let them be on their way. But the bottom line was that this was still her home and she’d defend it if the need arose. It wasn’t a secret around the town that she collected treasure.
Just got back from getting them done. I think I'm gonna go lie in bed for a few days haha.
Hey just letting you know I'm getting a couple of teeth extracted tomorrow afternoon so depending on how that goes I may be out of commission for a few days. Or I may be really active haha. One of the two.
Hey just letting you know I'm getting a couple of teeth extracted tomorrow afternoon so depending on how that goes I may be out of commission for a few days. Or I may be really active haha. One of the two.
Whatever you feel like :)
Let me know if that post is too god-mody and I'll change it :)
BEEP!BEEP! BEEP!

Jessie groaned as the sound of his alarm clock blared loudly and incessantly on the small table beside his bed. One arm reached out from beneath the covers and blindly groped around for the sound of the accursed noise, only to succeed in knocking it from the stand. It clattered to the ground, still beeping. With an annoyed growl, Jessie opened his eyes and leaned over to reach the clock. He hit the sleep button and silence filled the room. what a way to start the day, he thought. With a deep sigh the boy feel back into bed and covered his eyes from the rays of light filtering through the blinds.

He got out of bed after a few minutes; he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep anyway. Heading to the bathroom the boy passed his deck, a newspaper with the title ‘Who is the Moon Knight?’ written in bold print all over the cover and couldn’t help but smile to himself. About ten minutes later the boy emerged from the bathroom, clad in only his uniform slacks. The private collage he attended required uniforms that many students complained about almost every day. Jessie found them to be tolerable. He had attended a private boarding school in his youth and had similar uniforms, so it didn’t bother him quite that much.

Walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out one of his many white shirts he pulled it on, buttoning up the front but not bothering with the cuffs. He found a tie and pulled it over his head, tying the knot at his throat. Lastly, he pulled out the suit jacket with the school emblem emblazoned over the breast pocket. Shrugging it on he ran a towel quickly over his hair and left it at that. Quickly grabbing a notebook, textbook and set of keys from his desk Jessie made his way into the hall.

There was already a good amount of students milling about, even this early in the morning. Shutting the door behind him, Jessie set off down the hall. His class was on the other side of campus. Now that he was more awake the boy found himself very alert, perhaps more than an average college student should be. Up ahead where a flight of stairs loomed he took in everything and suddenly took a few quick steps forward. A group of students were mucking around and one girl was not paying as much attention as maybe she should have.

They bumped her, and she began to fall. However she didn’t make it very far before he was there, catching her with perhaps a little too much ease.
Melody turned slightly as the door opened; gently eying the pair that walked in. they definitely weren’t from around here. The pair carried themselves like sailors; it was always easy to tell since sailors usually had a bit of unsteady footing on a planet with full gravity. However, like at the docks, they held her attention for only a few seconds before she turned away and continued to focus on her stew. When it was finished Sarah approached her and took the bowl, placing a tall milkshake in front of her.

Melody simply sighed contently. “You are the best.” She reasserted before turning her attention to the milkshake and sipping at it contently. After a few moments she felt eyes upon her and glanced over her shoulder again to find one of the sailors looking at her. He certainly wasn’t bad looking, well kept enough for someone who spent a lot of time in space. Then again proper sailors were some of the most well kept people they ever saw around this place. However she still didn’t appreciate the staring. Her eyebrow arched before she eventually looked away and finished off her milkshake.

When she heard the large belch a small smile crossed her face before she stood up, leaving a few generous coins on the table, grabbing her bag and making her way outside, smiling and giving Sarah a final wave. Outside the winds were strong, as they usually were on the headland but they smelt of salt and the ocean, it was always such an incredible smell. Melody began walking down the path back towards the piers and docks completely unaware that the necklace she had been polishing before her meal had slipped out of her bag.

She eventually arrived back at the dock, passing them whilst trying to ignore the attention from the sailors as she passed. The girl was well aware what was usually going through their minds as they tried to call to her. Back at the beach the girl walked along the empty sands alone, making her way around towards the base of the headland where a ship had run afoul of the rocks. Much to her pleasure anyway, since this wreck was where Melody called home. She slipped through the small opening near the rudder and began weaving through the different rooms. Reaching the one she used as a bedroom she placed the bag carefully upon a set of draws and let her hair down, shaking it out slightly.
After another couple of dives, which resulted in only one more piece of treasure, and even then she was using ‘treasure’ liberally. It was just a mirror with a silver handle, at least she was hoping it was silver, it could be stainless steel or something. Eventually she swam back to the shore, squeezing her hair to try and get some of the water out of it. Looking around her eyes fell upon the sky ship, not used to the familiar sight. Not many ships visited here; surely they’d be gone soon too.

She tried not to let it bother her or take up too much of her attention. However the dive had left her hungry. Stowing her treasures away the girl began making her way into town, the sand making way to gravel on her bare feet. The towns’ people looked at her as she passed, some waving or smiling, others just nodding in acknowledgement. She eventually found herself up on the very top of the headland, a small cottage perched up at the very top, the local inn. The girl simply let herself in, a small crowd looking up at her as she entered but offering nothing in the way of greeting.

“Melody!” An older woman, not old but certainly old enough to be her mother, with long, flowing light brown hair and green eyes. She looked tired, but that was nothing unusual for her. “Just the usual? Didn’t find anything special today?”

“Thank you, Sarah. Nothing amazing.” Melody said as she moved over to sit at an unoccupied table by herself, water still dripping from her clothes and hair every now and then. She placed her bag on the table and began rummaging through it. Unfortunately nothing life changing. The mirror, a small golden locket in the shape of a seashell. Looking at it Melody began gently trying to clean all the gunk and grime off it. Opening it up a small amount of water spilled out onto her lap.

“Oh, that’s pretty.” Melody looked over her shoulder as Sarah commented on the necklace. The woman placed a steaming bowl of some kind of stew in front of her as they both looked at the pendant.

“Hopefully it’ll fetch a nice price.” Melody replied hopefully in return as she stowed it away in her bag. Placing the bag in between her feet the girl began eating, the hot stew helping to warm her up.
One small note, I may slip into female every now and then by mistake, calling Jessie a she or her, please let me know, but ignore it. I'm just so used to playing girls writing for a boy now I've realised I keep going to write in female by mistake haha.
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