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[cowgirlkathy]

Seeking Seashells [Denny & Leia]

lettuce-swim​:

How sweet. Denny’s parents were very lucky to have such a considerate son. Leia wished she could send something home to her parents…No, this was no time to get sad! 

“Well, if you ever decide to sell them, I’ll be your first buyer.” Leia considered asking him to make something for her, but she wouldn’t feel right taking something like that without paying. She was curious to see what they looked like though. “Maybe you could show me them some time.”

Denny never really thought about selling any, but if Leia wanted one... 

“I could make one for you, if you want? I mainly do animals and jewelry, but let me know if there’s something you want. Mermaids, flowers, whatever - I’ll give it a shot.”

He wasn’t sure if he and Leia were friends, but this was attempt at becoming friends with his coworker. After all, he didn’t have too many people he could consider that way.

“And I’d love to show you them. It’s nothing much, but it would be fun.”

[cowgirlkathy]

Activity Check 6/27/20

[-2,000G] for living at Bell Hotel

[+1,500G] for working at Deep Blue Dives

[+1,000G] for working at Oceanic Wonderland

Earned [+500G], New Total [6,500G]

[cowgirlkathy]

Seeking Seashells [Denny & Leia]

lettuce-swim​:

“Oh, wow! That’s amazing!” she remarked. Creating something was always admirable in Leia’s book. “That’s not silly at all!” Leia had no talent when it came to the arts so she was genuinely impressed.

“Oh, I’m not doing anything. Just taking a walk. Tell me more about the jewelry you make. Do you sell it?” If he did, she was definitely buying. Leia loved accessories. Especially accessories that were ocean themed.  Her favorite was pearls, but seashells came as a close second.

Amazing, huh? Denny chuckled at her excitement. Maybe if he felt that same kind of passion about everything, he’d be doing a lot more with his life than the slow-paced ease he was used to. Then again, it was nice to take a break from all the excitement too sometimes.

“Sell ‘em? Nah, not really. I sometimes send them to my parents. Mom was always a big fan of that kinda stuff,” he said with a chuckle. “Though, I totally wouldn’t be opposed to making stuff for someone. They’d just have to tell him what they wanted.”

Otherwise, he’d try making a dog out of seashells. Sounded like a nice way to spend the afternoon.

[cowgirlkathy]

Eyes On You [Denny & Pam]

trashcanpamblr​:

Pam wasn’t all that satisfied with his answer, but she really couldn’t argue any further, could she? She’d just sigh and roll her eyes a bit. Celebrities were just as she’d thought they would be like- over-the-top, but never pulling through.

She released his hand and responded, in quite a disappointed tone, followed by a faint flicker of interest towards the end of her statement. “Ah, I see. Got too close to the sun, or whatever that story was. Sometime, if you’re more up for it, I’ll take you on in some one on one. Since you’re out of that racket, what do you do nowadays to make a living?”

Denny sighed softly. He felt a bit bad, turning her down like that, but he really didn’t want to get back into the competitive scene. Not quite yet, when he was still so bitter about where that life had taken him.

“Hey, I really am, sorry. These days, I mostly help out with scuba scene and aquarium. It’s pretty nice, pretty peaceful. And I can fish at my own pace on my days off.”

That was something his old life hadn’t given him. He was grateful for the change, even if Pam may not feel the same.

[cowgirlkathy]

Beach day, huh? Sounded like a blast! Maybe he could catch some waves and take it easy. One would assume, right? Plus, there was that endurance swimming competition... Well, he supposed even he could be up for a competition from time to time.

[cowgirlkathy]

Eyes On You [Denny & Pam] trashcanpamblr​:

Pam was, for lack of a better term, highly suspicious of his famous-person smile that she had seen all too much. But she trusted that this was the Denny she remember from those tournaments, as that’s how he acted up on that stage. Now approximately a foot or two in front of him, she stuck out a hand and returned him his sly grin, now upon Pam’s face. While she gave Denny a strong handshake, she told him exactly why she was talking to him. “Yeah, I was a competitor, but I never got to face off against you. I’m here to fix this. Under the Oath of Chivalrous Fishers, I challenge you to a fish-off.”

Denny hesitated. He should have expected that this might happen eventually. Came with the territory of being a former-celebrity. He sighed softly, his smile vanishing for just a moment before he forced it back to his face.

He returned the handshake, though he didn’t meet the woman’s eyes now.

“E kala mai, ma’am. Er, sorry. I don’t do competitions anymore. Burnt myself out, you know? But I’d be more than happy to be a fishing buddy for you.”

He hoped she would be understanding, but was willing to defend himself if she wasn’t.

[cowgirlkathy]

Seeking Seashells [Denny & Leia]

lettuce-swim​:

“Aloha~!” Leia responded with a big smile. She had some time off from so she spent her free time at the beach. When she wasn’t swimming, she was walking along the beach and people watching. Not in a creepy way though!

“What are you up to, Denny?” Despite her question, it was quite obvious what he was doing-collecting seashells! Leia liked collecting seashells as well, but she preferred to do it from underwater. On land, they were far too close to the ocean for comfort. Without even thinking about the ocean this time, she approached her coworker.

“Oh, just collecting shells for a silly little hobby of mine,” he said with  a small shrug. “I like making little statues and jewelry out of ‘em. It’s fun and passes the hours when I’m not fishing or surfing.”

Denny supposed there was no need for him to explain all that, but Leia seemed trustworthy and nice enough. Not like there was anything bad she could do with the knowledge anyway.

“How ‘bout you? Up to anything fun?”

[cowgirlkathy]

clocks-and-docks​:

sittin’ on the dock

@sunkissedfisher

⇢Andrea would occasionally sit on a dock and watch boats go by when she was bored and it was too early to drink. It wasn’t very entertaining, but she didn’t have many options for entertainment. Nothing that interested her at least.

The sound of footsteps on wood behind her alerted Andrea to the presence of someone. She turned around to meet eyes with a tanned man with curly, brown hair and an odd bird on his shoulder. The man had fishing gear on his person, so Andrea wondered if she was in his spot. Well, that wasn’t gonna be her problem. If he wanted her to move then he would have to fight her. Not really. She would probably move if he asked.

The docks were as good a place as any to fish, Denny supposed. They gave a nice view of the horizon to gaze out at as he waited for a bite as well. Sure, it could get crowded from time to time, but around this time it was usually dead. Or so he thought.

Popper let out a small cheep alerting the young man to the woman’s presence in case Denny didn’t already know. He did, and offered a small smile the woman’s way.

“Hey. You mind if I sit here with you and fish?”

If she wanted to be alone, he’d understand and find somewhere else to go.

[cowgirlkathy]

Seeking Seashells [Denny & Leia]

@lettuce-swim​

Another lazy day on Leuda. When Denny wasn’t busy with one of his jobs, he could often be found wandering the beach. Usually, he’d be setting up a spot to fish, but today he was collecting shells. It wasn’t his most, or even second most, recognizable hobby, but he found it fun to craft little doodads with the shells.

He hummed happily, distracting by gathering the biggest and best shells, before he hesitated. 

“Aloha, Leia!” 

He never expected to run into his coworker here. Silly him.

[cowgirlkathy]

Eyes On You [Open]

trashcanpamblr​:

Pam was, if you might remember, a pretty avid fisher back in the old days, when she was still young and spry. At least, younger and more spry than she is right now. So, it was a bit of a surprise to finally spot the fishing master Denny right with her own eyes, on Leuda of all places! She used to compete in a few tournaments that Denny also competed in, but she never went against him head-to-head. Well, she couldn’t let this perfect opportunity pass her by, right? She called out to Denny with the most confident voice she could muster, and ran right to him. “HEY, DENNY. YEAH, YOU! Aren’t you THE Denny, from Ice Fishing in ‘12 and Lake Tournament in ‘15?”

Denny wondered if he should have recognized the woman. He thought he probably should have, but he didn’t. That seemed to be a common occurrence for him. Maybe it was because he traveled so much.

Still the woman seemed to recognize him, and he’d certainly hate to disappoint a fan. 

He chuckled and a grin spread across his face. How genuine that smile was, was anyone’s guess. 

“That’s me. Those were some fun tournaments, huh? Are you a fan? Or maybe a competitor? You gotta forgive me, I end up mixing everyone’s faces up.”

[cowgirlkathy]

Activity Check 6/13/20

[-2,000G] for living alone at Bell Hotel

[+1,500G] for working at Deep Blue Dives

[+1,000G] for working at Oceanic Wonderland

[+1,000G] for writing two (2) open posts

Earned [1,500G], Saved [6,000G]

[cowgirlkathy]

Eyes On You [Open]

Denny wasn’t exactly the most recognizable guy in most circles, but that changed when it came to surfing and fishing. Back in the day, he competed fairly often and honestly was pretty popular. But the fame wore him down, and he ended up in Leuda.

No one should have recognized him here. He was free from the past. And yet... How did it come to this.

Someone was calling out to him.

“H-huh? Me?”

[cowgirlkathy]

Cast Away Blues [Open]

Another lazy day in Leuda, but that was just the way Denny liked it. He could take it easy and throw out his line off the pier or at the beach. It was nice and peaceful; he liked it that way. And it was a clear difference from his old life in all those tournaments, though he did miss the challenge.

He cast out his line with a hum.

“Let’s see what’s for dinner tonight!”

[cowgirlkathy]

Activity Check 4/4/20

[-0G] for living in Fugue Forest

[+500G] for responding to one (1) open

More coins, Shea thought as he added the funds to his satchel. What were they used for? He still didn’t know.

[cowgirlkathy]

arch-sorceress‌:

Not being in the clearest state of mind, Pandora allowed herself to be lifted and carried away to some unknown destination by some stranger. She felt too weak to protest anyway. The small sorceress even let her eyes shut softly as she was whisked away.

Her eyes opened once again, awoken by the voice of her savior or perhaps captor. She wasn’t sure what to make of the man yet.

“It hurts…It hurts…” Suddenly, she felt much more awake. “Nowhere…” Pandora sat up and raised her arms that no longer felt too heavy to lift and examined her hands. Her arms lowered and her head became clear.

“Where am I? I demand an answer,” she ordered harshly. Looking over, she got a better look at the man who had kidnapped her. A wild man with no shirt and animal skin as clothing.

He hesitated when the woman said she no longer hurt anywhere. She had been in so much pain earlier that Shea had thought medicine was absolutely necessary to her survival. Perhaps that was a bit extreme, but such a word fit Shea and his lifestyle easily.

He turned his attention to the silver-haired girl, leaving the medicine unfinished. Rather, he hadn’t even started it. He had gathered the materials but gotten no further than that.

She seemed rather angry. Shea couldn’t understand why. She asked for help and he had helped her. Had he done something wrong.

“Fugue Forest. This is where I sleep and live. Are you sure you’re unhurt?”

(don’t) take me to church

[cowgirlkathy]

withthesehandsicreate‌:

Leah blinked. Washed away? It was impressive that he had survived, but…oh, that must be terrible. 

“It’s very nice to meet you,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry you were washed away….but it’s lucky you survived it. it looks like you’re doing very well for yourself.” Except he looked a little sad when he said it. Poor thing. “Would you like to come have dinner with me? Meet my friends?”

“Nice to meet you!” he replied cheerily, letting her words distract him from the sadness he’d been keeping locked away. “Yes, very lucky! But Shea is strong and smart. Shea will survive!” He grinned, proud of his own ability.

Then the woman asked him to come have dinner with her and meet her friends. She seemed a nice enough lady so there was no reason to refuse Leah.

“Yes, gladly! Leah must have very nice friends and can tell me about this strange land!”

Something Like Tarzan [Open]

[cowgirlkathy]

theberetguy‌:

* with shea / @tigerprinthunter.

Angelo lost his beret. The guilty suspect? The shivering gust of the day. The artist followed after it. And guess where it went? That’s right. Deep down in the Fugue Forest. One would think he would have learned his lesson last three days ago—but that beret meant the whole world to him! 

Monsters could try to take a bite out of him or witches could try to hex him—but none of them could terrify him! At least, not now. Angelo figured from his last experience in getting lost at the Fugue Forest was proof that not everyone living in the woods was considered to be a primal savage. Someone will help him find his way back! With Angelo’s strong sense of optimism, he couldn’t be bothered to leave some sort of trail for him to follow back as he was in a hurry to catch up with his beloved hat. The artist walked around and eventually, he spotted a figure lingering beneath the canopies of high trees. A man? Perfect.

“O-oh, hey! Pardon me!” He approached the other through the mossy green soil. “Have you seen my beret? It’s an orange hat.”

The day had started as rather uneventful, with Shea’s hunting being the highlight of the day. He had spotted no coins nor any citizens of Arcadia to bring excitement to his day. That is, until a garment - he wasn’t sure what type of clothing it was - was carried to him on the breeze.  He picked it up and inspected it, wondering just what it could possibly be.

“A hat, perhaps?”

Just as he discovered the cloth’s purpose, he heard a man call out to him. He glanced over at him, taking a moment to take in his words. He didn’t know what a beret was, but he did know colors and he knew what a hat was.

He glanced down at the hat in his hands. Sure enough, it was both orange and a hat.

He offered it to the stranger.

“Is this man’s hat?”

have you seen my beret?