Raining Gold [ADRIAN]

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The sand fell softy between her fingers as she stared out over the water. She let her hands fall to the ground and curl inward grabbing a handful of gold then brought it up to above her head and let it slip back down. She watched the water as it rained sand around her. She wondered what it would be like if the sky were really to rain gold. Rain would be so much prettier that way with the sun shine reflected off the grains that fell. It would be something different, and different was good most of the time.

A wind blew across her face and moved the grains out of their original path. The sand landed on her lips and embedded themselves in her eye lashes. She shook her head trying to free herself but was unsuccessful. Though pretty, it would be much more uncomfortable than normal rain. Maybe if it were to rain gold more often, it should be something more of a show and display so it may be seen but not felt.

Brynn laughed at her own train of thought and the silliness it entailed. Who thought about raining sand anyway? Only she did obviously. She giggled at herself. She lost her balance and fell back into the sand, her hair sprawled in swirls around her head and her hands strewn to the side. She giggled even harder at herself until she was laughing uncontrollably at her own self. She had not even done anything funny but here she was laughing like often she did. She threw her arms out around her and kicked her legs up then let them fall into the lake. She laid there mostly in grass, partly in sand. And knee deep in a lake.

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TAGGED: None
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LISTENING TO: Dancing on a Cloud

[adrian whittaker]

        Adrian walked out to the lake, glad to be alone for the first time since he'd been at the camp his father had signed him up for. He checked to make sure he had all of his fishing gear with him and walked down to the shore. He expected it to be quiet, so when he heard the laughter he was fairly frightened. With an eyebrow raised he looked around for the source of the laughter and noticed a girl laying in the sand with sand coating her features. He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched her sprawl out in the sand. He was reminded of his little sister and her silly little quirks that she had, such as laughing uncontrollably for no reason.
        He wondered what she could possibly be doing out at the lake and was hesitant to ask her. He didn't want to be disturbed, so why should he disturb her? You're just too nervous to talk to a pretty girl, his inner thoughts told him. He sighed quietly and walked to the girl. He set his gear down beside her and ran a hand through his brown hair. As he crouched beside her his green eyes scanned her face then took on a laughing look. With a smirk he said, "You know sand isn't really meant to go on your face."

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She spat the sand out of her mouth and rolled her head over as if that would shake off the rest. The sand did not taste good at all. It tasted like... Well, sand as strange as that may have been. People say things taste like chicken, but what does the chicken taste like? It just taste like chicken. Sand just tasted like sand. It was the only other thing she had tasted like it.

Maybe it tasted grainy. If actual food could be grainy, so could sand since it was indeed a grain. Sand and wheat and things made from the both. There, that would be her description of the taste of sand. Grainy.

At the sound of someone's voice, Brynn was only slightly alarmed. Though not many people went to the lake at random, there were indeed people at the camp, which told her to always expect others.

She rolled her head to the side and smiled towards the boy who came closer to her. She was not sure if she had seen him before. It was already time to meet new people.

"You see, I think it brings a more royalness to myself, gold and all." She threw up her hands and watched as the sand fell from her and towards the ground.

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TAGGED: The Boyish Boy
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LISTENING TO: Buffy Cast

[adrian whittaker]

        Adrian leaned back so as to not get any sand in his face. He didn't mind sand usually because he had to put up with it if he wanted to go to the lake or the beach. Sand was fine with him. But raining sand? That he could not do. Sand was annoying at best. Shrugging he brushed the slight amount of sand off of his shorts and looked out to the lake. The lake was calm, disturbed here and there with the occasional fish or two. He then looked at the sky, which was blue and clear without a cloud in sight. Good day to go fishing, he thought and suddenly remembered why he was out there.
        He stood up and looked at the girl on the ground. "Well I am sorry for disturbing you, your highness," he said as he bowed. He straightened up and grabbed his fishing gear. He then said, "I'll be on my way, just came out here on this nice day to do some fishing without any little rascals following right on my tail. If you'll excuse me I'll be out of your hair, unlike the sand you just threw up in the air." He bowed once more and turned to the shore, planning to follow it to his favorite fishing spot.

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She had not meant that she was of royalty, but that worked too. Really, she should have been a princess. She wanted to be a princess more than anything. Beautiful dresses, flattering tiaras, glittering shoes. Servants to help you do amazing things. Balls, parties, extravagance. She could meet all of her people, and their kingdom would be the best of all the kingdoms. Everyone would have food and water. They would all be invited to every ball she threw. There would be many a merry festivals; days to celebrate the kingdom, celebrate the king, the king, the royally, the villagers, flowers, nature, everything. Everyone would be happy. That would be her kingdom. Her kingdom of flowers.

Brynn sat up where she was leaning on her hands. She kicked her feet softly in and out of the water. She looked over at the boy as he walked away. He held fishing gear. He fished. Not many people she knew fished. A boy from school once told her that he went with his grandfather occasionally to fish, but it was nothing many said often. It was something she heard that grandfathers and old men did. This boy was neither and he fished.

"Do you enjoy it?" She asked as though he had been following her conversation in her head. But there was only so much she could be talking about.

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TAGGED: The Boyish Boy
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LISTENING TO: My own thoughts

[adrian whittaker]

        Adrian turned and looked at the girl. She couldn't possibly be talking to him. Did he enjoy it? Enjoy what? There were a number of things he enjoyed. He enjoyed going to the beach and eating cake. He enjoyed spending time with his sister and grandfather. He also enjoyed driving over the speed limit, though his father's bank account did not enjoy it nearly as much as he did. He nearly laughed at the thought of his father's expression the last time he came home with a ticket. He didn't do it out of spite anymore. Far from it. In fact, his father had said that Adrian would have to pay for his own tickets after that. He was far more careful after that.
        Adrian tilted his head to the side as a habit and squinted at the girl. The sun in his eyes did nothing to help his vision. He looked out at the lake and tapped his foot absentmindedly. What could she be talking about? He had no recollection of talking about enjoying anything before. As he recalled they were talking about sand and gold and odd things. He looked back at the girl and, head still tilted, asked, "You mean fishing?" He shrugged and straightened up. "I do like it. It reminds me of my mom," he answers her question finally. He sighs and looked at the small pit he's made in the sand with the toe of his tennis shoe.
        It was interesting how sand could just shift into whatever shape you wanted to put it in. He thought of the deserts and the high dunes then of the beaches eroding every day. He thought of how impossible it was to stay the same if one lived in or on the sand. Maybe he would move to the beach. He never really enjoyed staying stationary for too long anyway. Normal and routine were boring, change was exciting. He looked up from the small indent from his foot and decided he must be one of the only people in the world who welcomed change openly. Most people resisted change with all they had but he went along with it with gusto. Change didn't faze him.

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Phoenix watched as the splashes got higher with each different amount of force she exerted with each kick. She wondered what made the water react so differently from just a tap to a jab to a kick. She knew it had something to do with physics, but physics never had made much sense to her. She had taken the science classes and listened to the ramblings of a teacher in love with his own voice, but had never learned anything for herself. How can someone learn when no one will ask what it is they do not know? One cannot spout of information with a passion that no one else shares if one does not try and share the passion. If only they had let her understand, but alas, she did not and was left to wonder.

"What is it like?" She asked still staring out at her own splashes. She watched the ripples of the water as her feet collided with the surface. "Fishing." She imagined a quiet day with a man in his beaten, old cap and aged jeans sitting in a little portable chair he had used for years. He leaned on his knees and held his fishing rod, the wire already in the water. She imagined the bait being a little worm like in the cartoons she had seen as a child. The thought made her laugh. The entire image made her laugh. Did this boy have cartoon worms that he hooked at the end of his fishing rods to bait the fish to him?

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LISTENING TO: Robert yelling at people

[adrian whittaker]

Adrian raised an eyebrow and shrugged a moment later. "It's calming and exciting at the same time. You have to be quiet for the fish to come and get used to the silence around you, but you're excited to see what you catch. It's much like waiting for someone to make a decision on something. Say you're a kid and you're asking your mom to go do something. You have to wait for a decision and you have to stay calm while you wait, but you're so excited for the outcome. I do it because my mom would always be so proud of me when I came home with a nicely sized fish or two. Less for her to go out and buy and more time spent with my dad or grandpa." He sighed, reminiscing in the memories he held from before everything tumbled downhill.

He supposed it was good to feel that way, that doing something held meaning to him. He truly missed his mother fishing helped him imagine what she would say every time he caught a good one. He didn't often keep them anymore, there was no need to. He hardly saw his grandfather and his father hated fish. So he let them go, let them live. He once caught a fish and let it go, only to see it killed by one of its natural predators a moment later. That was a little disturbing to him, but he still kept fishing. It helped him stay focused throughout the rest of his life and kind of grounded him.

The same went with swimming. He loved swimming and it helped him to stay focused as well as fit. It also made him realize that though his problems may seem huge, it's all relevant in the world. To scale in the universe, his problems meant nothing. Therefore he tried to forget them. Adrian looked at the girl kicking her feet in the water harder and harder. She seemed to be enjoying herself once more. A moment later he realized he hadn't asked her name. He said, "My name is Adrian, by the way." He rubbed the back of his neck. I suck at introductions, he thought to himself. "It's nice to meet you..."

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Brynn listened but never looked up from the ripples in the water. Her feet calmed and she watched the last of the ripples die away finally. Water had always had a strangely soothing effect on her as she suspected it did for most people. Anytime she saw someone at a beach or lake, once they were done splashing about, they always sat staring in one direction or reading or writing or doing something that lacked strain or effort. Everyone seemed strangely peaceful even if they had cried or screamed or yelled before. There was something about the water that made everything was okay even if only for a little while.

At the mention of a grandfather, she tried to remember hers. She knew that her mother and father both had a dad but neither did she know very well at all. When she was a small child, and her father was busy in the week of meetings he often had, her mother would take her to her grandfather's house on her mother's side. "It will do you good to get to know your own family," her mother said every time Brynn would ask why they had to go instead of her just waiting for her father to get home. Then the car would be quiet with the occasional chatter a mother and a daughter might share. This was the most time Brynn ever got with her mother. When they got there, she would sit in the biggest chair in the living room as her grandfather read a newspaper and said something that related to his wife who had passed away several years before Brynn was born. These occasional visits happened maybe three times and that was all that happened.

"I never knew my grandfather," she said silently to herself. She stared at her own legs forgetting how to form words. At the sound of his own, she snapped back to reality. "Phoenix," she said happily as if nothing else had happened. "The pleasure is absolutely mine!" She smiled like a little girl on vacation to Disney World, a smile most saw every day.

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Tagged: The Boyish Boy

[adrian whittaker]

Adrian nodded and smiled in return. He always found it hard not to return smiles when others smiled at him. It was a habit. He always had to show everyone that he was okay in the past, and the habit of smiling to convey that fact was a force of habit now. He contemplated his options for the rest of that day. He could spend it with this girl who seemed to be the same age he was or he could go fishing like he was planning. What to choose? He usually wanted to fish alone, but company was never a bad thing. Then again, he had no clue if she'd be able to keep her mouth shut. Then there was also the case that she may not even like fishing. He sighed inwardly and mentally kicked himself. "Make a decision already, you doofus," he thought to himself. He audibly sighed and cleared his throat.

Adrian decided he'd just invite her to go with him and if she declined then she declined. He tilted his head and said, "I was wondering if you'd want to join me in my fishing endeavors today." He looked at her. "If you don't want to, it's fine. I understand. Most people think it's really boring to have to sit still and silently for so long." He shrugged and looked at her again, sorry for rambling on and on needlessly. He shrugged and said, "But if you want to join me I'd be fine with that. A little company never hurt anyone." He looked at the girl sitting with her feet in the water. She didn't seem to terribly strange or mean or anything of the sort. She seemed very happy and normal. Maybe he needed some of that in his life. Normal. "Must be nice," he thought inwardly.

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Brynn leaned back into her hands without much thought that her entire body now depended solely on those hands. If even one arm were to move out of place, she would go crashing down to the ground and it would all be over. But that did not worry her. Not much did. The last time she worried, it had been for nothing. She worried her father was not coming back home. He had been gone the entire day, and she was has not been very old at the time. She had waited all day and her father had not come. She asked her mother when he would come home but her response every time was "He will come when he can." The entire day was full of unpleasantries until she finally broken down thinking she had been right. As soon as she started crying, the front door swung open, and he threw his arms around her. She cried tales of worry and grief but all he did was hug her and say, "I would never leave my little flower."

Fishing. She had never gone fishing. Or even gone watching others fish. That was new to her. This boy had invited her to go along with him as he fished. Did all people just invite others to go fishing with them? She wondered how the world worked until finally she said, cutting into her own train of thought, "I would love to. Of course, as long as I am no bother." She tossed her feet out of the water and based each one against the ends of her pants until both were at least somewhat dry before she put her socks back on.

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TAGGED: The Boyish Boy

[adrian whittaker]

Adrian smiled and felt relieved that he hadn't been rejected. That would've been awkward. He'd had enough of awkwardness in his lifetime to even last him through whatever afterlife he would go through. He made sure he had all his fishing gear and waited for Brynn to join him. He was excited about going fishing and going fishing with someone else would be even more interesting. "You won't be a bother." He smiled and started walking to his favorite area to fish. He smiled as he walked, turning his face up to the sun shining. It was such a nice day, how could anyone not want to go fishing?

He sighed audibly, glad he decided to go out that day. The sun was shining, hardly any clouds, and no kids following him around. He glanced back to make sure Brynn was following him. He didn't want to lose the new friend he'd made. He turned around as he was walking and said, "You know how fishing works, right? It's really not that complicated. You just have to be really still and really quiet." He shrugged and turned around to walk forward as be picked his way through some tall grass. 

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Brynn gave him a rather large smile when he looked relieved. No one liked to be rejected by anyone even if the person is a stranger. She stretched out her legs a moment before grabbing her shoes. She picked up one and slid her foot in.
"I mean, I don't really want to be a bothers." She laced her shoe then put the other one on. " I know that fishing is something that is usually done alone or with other fisher." She stood up and pushed her pants down into place. She fixed her shirt and walked beside him to wherever it was that he went to fish.

She looked out at the lake and slowed as she walked. The water was so beautiful during the day. The trees around the edges and the reflections they cast on the lake were a wonderful scene. At the sound of his voice, she sped up to his side. "Well, I have never been fishing before, but I have heard about it. It seems like an incredibly peaceful activity though." Suddenly, Brynn wished that she had fished before so that she knew what she was doing. It seemed like something she should have done before.

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[adrian whittaker]

Adrian made his way to what he would call a "hidden place" along the shore. There was a nice little boulder to sit on and the grass concealed you if you sat down. He put his small tackle box down and sat down, making room for Brynn. He then baited his hook and lowered it into the water. He said, "The object is to be quiet and not disturb the fish. If they think something's going to attack them, they won't come," he said quietly. He bent his knees and rested his elbows on his knees, keeping the pole lowered in the water.

Adrian sighed and looked at the virtually cloudless sky and wondered what time it was. He had to help enforce curfew, as always, but he didn't want to go do it too soon. He looked up at the few clouds and remembered one of the few times as a child he spent with his mother and father. They went on a picnic and spent the whole time just being happy and having fun. He remembered lying on his back holding his parents' hands and trying to find shapes in the clouds. The memory made him smile. That was the year his grandfather taught him how to fish. He looked at Brynn and wondered if she wanted to learn. He said, "Would you like to try?" Just as he said that he felt a tug on the line and quickly pulled the fish out of the water.

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Brynn followed him to a part of the lake she had never been. Though this was not the first year she had come, and not the first time she had made her way to the lake, she found herself in an area that she had never ventured before. She wondered how she could be somewhere for so long and completely have missed a place such as this. She sat on the boulder and stared out at the water once again. It was once again soothing as often it was. Why had she never come around to this place before? Where was this place?

She looked over at him when he asked the question. Was he joking? No, he was not. He was be absolutely serious despite that many would not be. Maybe he was just being kind. Why let a stranger touch your own things? Of course, she would have offered in a minute, but most people she had met would not have.
She watched him yank the fish out of the water before she finally attempted a response. "Are you sure?" she asked though she already knew the answer. It was just not something that she could believe easily.