each little clam here know how to jam here!
Who: ferventknight and seaphonic
When: Forward dated. 9/21 Early morning, after the sirens. Just in time for the fish being sold fresh.
Where: The docks.
Summary: Elliot is going to visit his new friend, Syrena the tsunmermaid. And bring her presents of fish.
Warnings: Nasty fish eating? Will be added if needed....
[It was just a few days ago that Elliot met a new friend. A mermaid, actually. That would be the only reason he even got near the ocean since the beach party he attended. It was probably the worst mistake he made due to the crab that decided to pinch at his toes. But we can hope this experience would be a lot better.
The smell wasn't too appealing though; that could be caused by the bucket of fresh fish he carried in one hand as he began walking out on the dock. Slung over his opposite shoulder were a couple of towels he could sit on, seeing as the ground would be wet where he'd be seated.
Reaching the end of the dock, he plopped the towels down (along with his NV to keep it dry) before glancing at the bucket then at the water. He didn't really think over on how to call her over. Was she asleep?
......Do they even sleep? Well-- here goes nothing. Raising the bucket, he began calling out. He really did feel like an idiot.]
Syrena! Syrena, are you out there? Hey! [He even began waving the bucket to and fro. Hopefully no one was watching; this was just a bit embarrassing...]
Syrena!
When: Forward dated. 9/21 Early morning, after the sirens. Just in time for the fish being sold fresh.
Where: The docks.
Summary: Elliot is going to visit his new friend, Syrena the tsunmermaid. And bring her presents of fish.
Warnings: Nasty fish eating? Will be added if needed....
[It was just a few days ago that Elliot met a new friend. A mermaid, actually. That would be the only reason he even got near the ocean since the beach party he attended. It was probably the worst mistake he made due to the crab that decided to pinch at his toes. But we can hope this experience would be a lot better.
The smell wasn't too appealing though; that could be caused by the bucket of fresh fish he carried in one hand as he began walking out on the dock. Slung over his opposite shoulder were a couple of towels he could sit on, seeing as the ground would be wet where he'd be seated.
Reaching the end of the dock, he plopped the towels down (along with his NV to keep it dry) before glancing at the bucket then at the water. He didn't really think over on how to call her over. Was she asleep?
......Do they even sleep? Well-- here goes nothing. Raising the bucket, he began calling out. He really did feel like an idiot.]
Syrena! Syrena, are you out there? Hey! [He even began waving the bucket to and fro. Hopefully no one was watching; this was just a bit embarrassing...]
Syrena!