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Status: open to all Location: beach
Her skin has been feeling like it’s too tight for days now. A strange burning, a deep desire to get back to the water. Even if it was dangerous. Silver’s been standing with their feet in the waves for a good five minutes now, arms across their chest, hand spinning bracelet and it’s wearing clasp. She’d probably need to get it fixed somewhere soon so it wasn’t lost. But the tattoo shop was still training her and her so called ‘bad’ customer service. As if sirens were supposed to respect humans. Like they weren’t the ones responsible for everything along with the mermaids. Feet dig into compact wet sand, water up to her ankles. It soothes the ache a bit, but not enough. She spins the bracelet again, rattles it to see if it would last in the water. To it’s credit, it’s not the clasp that breaks but one of the tiny rings connecting the clasp to the bracelet. Silver hisses, quickly snatching it from the ground before it was washed away. Damn it. Did Port Vale even have a jewelry shop? They hadn’t seen one except for that antique store. To worsen her mood, she’d been so focused on the bracelet she hadn’t heard someone coming. Sand muffled the noise, air not carrying the sound as well as water did. The siren jumps and glares at the offending party. At least the person is looking at her so she doesn’t have to throw something to get their attention as her voice shuts down. There’s no scarf this time to hide the marks over her throat. It forces her to write in the sand ‘do you know some place I can get this fixed?’ while holding the even more broken bracelet. Whatever decoration it had years ago had been dug out by salt water. She really needed to get a phone to make communicating easier.
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Weldon saw them standing in the water, they were obviously a siren that he had not seen before. It wasn’t until he got close that he recognized them. It was Silver, the Captain of the Mediterranean Sea. He didn’t know any other siren that had the scarring that they had. This never stopped them though, they were not one to mess with. They had a reputation for being rather cold-blooded. Rumors circulated that they were hunting mermaids after the war had ended, and many were vying for their title as Captain.
Weldon watched as they scrawled their message in the sand and held out the bracelet. “Hmm, I’d try the Treasure Cove here in town. Its a little thrift shop just southwest of where we are now,” Weldon pointed his thumb southwest over his shoulder, “Do you need help, Silver? I can keep lookout if you want to take a quick dip.” Weldon could tell they were aching for the soft caress of the tide as it pulls them into the deep.
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status: closed for weldon liu setting: the houseboat
“Where have you been?” The words came out shrill, half way there to a shriek, and Ridley pawed the shoulder of a familiar back, his back to her, at the bar. Her efforts of obtaining his attention now spent, she crossed her arms tight over her chest, and stood expectantly with a sour expression on her face. “Is that, like, your thing, or whatever? You freak me out, and then practically promise we were friends-” Ridley was easily mis-remembering their last conversation, but she barreled forward regardless, sounding as if she had suffered a great wrong by his own hands. “And then- then you disappeared. Like, what the fuck, dude?”
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Weldon froze, a pint of stout tilted slightly to his lips. He turned around stuck in that position as she accosted him. It was Ridley, of course it was Ridley. No other mer had the nerve to make a scene like this in public. Ridley spoke her mind, no matter what the cost, no sugar-coating included. He was dumbfounded. No words came out of his mouth at first, just a sigh as he lowered his glass. “Uhh, I don’t remember promising that,” Weldon spoke at once, but these words could very well be his last, “For two, excuse me, you’re far too young to be using that language, miss.”
He lifted his mostly empty glass, signaling the bartender/his brother Mike for another beer. He was gonna need it...
Status: Open to all
Where: Starboard Parks and Recreation; just after sunset
Weldon didn’t know how long he had been away from Port Vale. When more mers started getting sick, he wanted to look into it. He didn’t want to put any of his brothers in danger, or any mer for that matter. As soon as he arrived, he grabbed some of his old clothes from Isidore’s place. Which didn’t go as well as he had hoped. The fact of the matter is, Weldon didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, where he was going, or why. In retrospect, not such a good idea.
Weldon figured a stroll through the park would ease his guilty conscience, though he would never openly admit to feeling guilty. He liked taking a narrow trail that winded through a wooded patch, but didn’t expect to see anyone else on the path at this time. He saw their silhouette about 4 meters in front of him, but couldn’t make out who it was. “Uhhh.. Who is that?” Weldon hollered.
