To South Africa! [madi]

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A great horizon forever sitting further away as do the white clouds in streaks float on a whim, crystal swells as calm as a lamb's anger, a floor deeper than any man could swim, treasure withheld and heavy like an anchor, with your secrets eventually to discover a sea such as you should at least try to stop me, an adventurer. But yet here remains the calm day and the sound of a crew navigating through the world. I've yet to hear a storm of disapproval. Linn wrote in a small pocket journal. He knew this entry would be rewritten several times over in his mind before he felt satisfied that the poem had meaning. As though a lumber jack must continue to saw away through the chunk of a tree, Linn would use his pen "saw" away every blank line filling it with a meaningful word.

On a large cruise ship that sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, Linn and his daughter would travel to South Africa then head toward the Congo Jungle. There'd been some evidence of undiscovered ruins. Something about druids worshiping the natural world was something he remembered. He just needed that article he read again to remember the details. He desired with great fervor to find out more. Without a sound he moved to the interior and headed for the cabin he an his daughter shared. Of course she was growing up, but that didn't mean he was about to give her a separate room on a boat full of strangers. He would indeed give her space to breathe; a cruise ship no matter the size, had only so much room to go around. Linn felt a bit of claustrophobia as he went deeper into the "catacombs".

Attempting to ignore the primal instinct to go back, Linn found his way to the blue door marked 413. He reached for the key card but then felt only the leather material in his pocket. He'd forgotten the key card! Or perhaps his spoils-bag-modus had eaten it up when he wasn't looking. Darn that purple felt with a face! he knew he would need to swap something out, perhaps his journal would do. Linn sighed as he reached for his journal.

A fairly short exchange for a key card was all it took for Linn to get inside. But at the last second he tripped and the door was closed shut on him. Though it was unlocked he felt like a cage door had just been shut by someone who had pushed him in. His heat pumped red blood through his body, to his muscles, and to his eyes. Red was all that he could see; the fear of being enclose drove him mad. His breathing hastened and his fingers wrapped around the nearest thing -a leg of the bed- gripping them like his fist was a fly trap.

He just needed that article, it was all he needed. He could go whenever and come back later when he felt tired. he forced his lungs to move slowly and his heart soon followed.he felt no injuries on his body, but his mind felt cramped between two walls. Linn moved quickly to avoid the madness. The room wasn't going to shrink like the trash compactor in star wars. The floor wasn't pulling him in like quick sand. Linn would be alright and that was the only thing he needed to concentrate on. The article was hidden in a folder in his luggage. He retrieved it after five minutes of searching, then quickly left the cabin.

Madi, where ever she was, Linn would try to find her; he needed to check on her ever so often, besides, he wasn't about to interlope on a private conversation. Such as long as these private conversions had words and weren't just relying on the lips and tongue to do the communicating.

[madeleine]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #404040; height: 300px; width: 300px;][style=width: 282px; height: 265px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 4 4 4 4; margin-top: 5px; margin-tight: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #6A6A6A; ]Oh, the ocean. Madi could name at least a dozen sea gods and other sorts of ancient references to the sea. There is something that draws people in to the sea. A love as old as human race. A love, though, that Madi did not take part in. At least, not completly. The sea was nice and all, but when you spend too much time in it... Well, it was not Madi's thing, really. She was in the middle of the sea, far away from any land. The constant rocking of the ship was tiny, almost non existent, but it was still there. Her body felt it every morning. Her stomach was not very happy with their current location. This didn't do any good for her mood. In all honesty: the day they came to land couldn't arrive fast enough for Madi. Thinking from a logical standpoint, Madi should have gotten used to this by now. The constat travelling (both the days or weeks long sea trips or the hours long plane trips) from nowhere to nowhere. Never staying too long in the same place. With each new discovery came another trip to some ruins or a dig site. While she had seen the world, a good experience, took part in different cultures and never failed a history test, some things bothered her. Constant vaccinations to immunize her against one disease or another, never managing to stay friends with someone for long enough, always moving from one gym to another, one coach to another. And the internet. No stability. Yes, she should have gotten used, but still, she was bothered. The current issue was the sea. And the constant rocking ship. And how it's insides looked like a labirynth, a huge metal cage. She wondered how her father was doing, the older man was claustrophobic, he was probably not having the best of the times. This made Madi worry, she'd rather not have him break down on a ship, it was not good. Not good at all. She'd better find him to make sure everything was alright. Making her way trough the halls, hair tied back in a tight braid (she'd rather avoid letting her hair out and accumulating salt from the wind), she managed to come out of the inner parts of the ship, where she managed to find food. Now she had to find her father. She was sure he wouldn't be inside the 'metal cage', if it bothered her (well, maybe movies like Titanic and Poseidon were to blame in her case) imagine just how awfull it was for him? No, he would be on the outside. Madi didn't stop to look back while making her way out. She couldn't just call him, a mute on the phone doesn't really work out well. Well, she was out to look for him on her own. Baaah, always an adventure! [/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #6A6A6A;]template by maria from ote[/style]

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After turning around and going back to another door he decided it would be a good idea to check a map. Every cruise ship has maps, right? Of course, passengers didn't want to get lost inside a huge cruise ship while it was sinking or in a state of emergency! He sucked in a large breath through his nose then let it out from his mouth slowly like a deflating balloon. The proper place for a map would be in a lobby. Linn had an idea of his location, though nothing was for certain. Under pressure of claustrophobia, the mute father often drew blank thoughts from a hat to choose his next action (figuratively speaking), making him not the ideal person to handle emergencies while underground or inside large buildings. But idle standing would do him no good; Linn knew going around was much better than standing around. He soon found a lobby that pointed had a small space but lots of furnishings and lighting. It looked like a warm and cozy waiting room, but Linn wasn't going to be there for long. Where? He though. The voice inside his head was made of sounds he caught others using. His daughter was often the voice of conviction, his foster mother was the voice of guilt and his foster father was a voice of encouragement. The straddling thoughts that could not be sorted were always voiced by the last thing he heard; his daughter often was his voice anyway. This particular one was his mother's. Seeing a poster on the wall, Linn approached while observing more details. He was only one corridor from the deck and taking a moment to absorb he recognized some land marks from his earlier route. He turned in the right direction and left the small lobby. Coming around a sharp, metal corner he looked up at three short stairs that lead to the freedom of the airy and watery deck. An escape! The voice of his father said in his mind. Once though the door he looked around. The salty taste in his mouth was bitter but he didn't mind breathing through his nose. The bright day had a glaring sun that shined down upon the deck. Linn's formal attire of a suit and bow tie. His daughter had her opinions about some of the things he wore while exploring the world, but ship cruising called for a sailor uniform, which wasn't allowed on deck because of laws against impersonating a crew member. The tweed, brown jacket matched the pants, though a black west was sleek on his white collar shirt. Black polished shoes never hurt anyone not did a red bow tie around his neck. Sophisticated and orderly his mother would say. If only she knew that he only wore such an outfit when nothing else was appropriate; the women would turn over in her grave, burn, and scold Linn for his in-conservative ways. Madi was not in front of him, being that was on the other side of the metal rails -basically air. He looked to his left but only caught sun bathers and the elderly playing shuffle board. A cliche picture of what a cruise ship looked like had those elements, but anyone watching Linn would most certainly call him an original character on board a mundane ship. However the Queen of Red Lionesses was a fancy name for a ship. All the better choice to purchase tickets. Her name reminded Linn of some crazy dream of sailing the seas, though such dreams were common for a crazy man like him. Back to searching for his daughter, he turned around and saw her. The lovely girl, the voice of daydreaming and determination, was all that Linn needed to stay healthy in mind and body. He waved to her, though it was obvious what he was communicating. Hello. From his pocket he pulled out a red note pad and lime highlighter. I was searching for you. Have any fun? The note stated in a cursive, thick font. words, 700-ish. communication, to Madi notes, (ooc: How about we get a beeper with a gps?) credits, kiwii at btn & ote! 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[madeleine]

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[/s]. Buffet, relaxing, and you and I time are what we can squeeze from this. A four day boat ride is easy.[/i][/color] Linn handed her the piece of notepad paper. He started another. My boss will meet us at port so everything is scheduled without flaw. Sun screen was in the cabin but now I have it if you need it. I remembered to bring it this time. Linn wrote slowly this time, trying to use less room for writing with the odd writing utensil. After some long thoughts over the past few days without you and some discussions, I’ve decided it was time for the truth. We will talk over the buffet around dinner if you can manage the wait. Let’s have a joyful afternoon, Super-Girl.

Linn smiled and rubbed his daughter’s shoulder feeling some of the heat already absorbed into her from the sun. He pulled out the sunscreen from his pocket. If his spoils-bag modus hadn’t already Linn would have taken out a surprise early. A jewel from the depths of the dessert laid waiting in his inventory. Glittered with gold and silver and carved with the symbols of protection and harmony, this charm of good fortune would be Madi’s. The necklace was perhaps the most valuable thing Linn had ever discovered. It was his by right of the benefactor’s choice. A gift from his foster grandfather, Linn found it in his youth and presented it but his grandfather allowed him to keep it in celebration of his first archeological find. The small round triangle shape had to be worth a fortune; the amount of fortune given however was a great benefit though. Triangle-charm… His great grandfather’s voice echoed through his mind.

But the problem was… Linn had absolutely no idea how to get it out of the spoils-bag without trading his arm and leg for it. The object was the soul reason Linn kept the spoils-bag. It had remained inside since the time he put it in. Perhaps with luck Linn would discover something to trade it with before Madi was back to her life in the mixed martial arts league.

Oh yes, I’ve been meaning to ask how your life since the time of my departure has gone. There is never enough time in four days to fit into a conversation what one has missed. the seriousness of his eyes said moer than they should have. Though his ever happy grin showed he was delighted to be with his daughter, there remained that looming secret he kept from her. It festered like a flesh would on his mind. It slowly corrupted his joy. Since the time he held her tightly in the forest to the moment he wrote truth in that note he had said nothing about secrets. His eyes could observe the secrets of the world, but anyone outside looking in would see the guilt right there.

Cast thy sins upon the sea like a net filled with fish bone. Allow thy sins to dissolve in the salt and petrify into stone. Then take up thy net and behold a reaping of forgiveness. ~Fisherman of the sea. No proverb or poem was ever better in Linn’s mind; it was his own work and would soon be added to the journal in his inventory.

words, 650-ish. communication, to Madi notes, (ooc: saving dat lovely triangle charm for later)
credits, kiwii at btn & ote!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #404040; height: 300px; width: 300px;][style=width: 282px; height: 265px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 4 4 4 4; margin-top: 5px; margin-tight: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #6A6A6A; ]Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He was sad! Madi may seem like though and heartless, but she couldn't stand seeing her father sad. He had been there for her all her life, the last thing the young fighter wanted was for her father to be sad. So, when his joyfull expression vanished from his face, hers went from worried to guilty. But Madi also didn't like lying to him, even a small lie about how much she was enjoying the trip. In all truth, she was sick from the constant rocking of the ship and tired of being for so long in a small metallic compartment. It was far from anything she could call “home” (and she had called many different things “home”). Linn handed her the piece of paper, she read, folded and stuffed it on her pocket. “Yes, we can get some good out of this. It's just that I don't like staying too long away from land.” She repeated the process with the second piece of paper. “It won't be necessary, I've put on some before leaving. It's just the salt makes the effects of the sun worse for me.” But when the third piece of paper came to her, Madi had to stop to breath and think. Truth... What could he possibly mean by that? The truth about what? … This... This was not making any sense. Her expression went once again to worried. In fact, a mix of worried and confused. Madi just wanted – no, NEEDED – to know what was going on. That was a little too vague for her own liking. “Father... what do you mean by 'truth'?” Madi's eyes focused straight into Linn's green ones. In that moment they held truth. And truth meant concern, questioning, and even fear. Madi couldn't exactly know what was coming for her, but she was braced herself for a storm, and one of the big ones. The tanned girl was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the piece of paper she alreayd held in her hands. When did that one get in there? She quickly read that and stuffed it in her pocket too. “My... my life has been good so far. But... dad... what did you mean...? What you just said....” She once more locked eyes with him. Concern, fear.... What could he be hiding? She wanted to reach for him, but suddenly felt as if her hands could not leave their place in front of her chest. She was frozen in place. The young warrior, the strong globe trotter, the independent girl... Lost. Lost in pain, sorrow, concern... whatever. It was a sea of something she couldn't understand or escape. It was as if the basis she had bult herself on were shaking. They had been pillars of rock but now... that rock was breaking. The revealing of truths, in all she knew of the world, could never mean something truly good. [/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #6A6A6A;]template by maria from ote[/style]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://myprofilebackgrounds.com/myspace-backgrounds/images/Colors%20~%20Grey/BlackAndWhite-1.gif'); border-top: 5px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 5px solid #1F1F1F] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -65px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 26px; margin-top: -342px; color: #515151]OUTSIDE LOOKING IN,[/style] [STYLE=text-align:left; margin-left: 85px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -350px; color: #00ff00;]I'M ALWAYS[/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; margin-left: 89px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 230px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #ECECEC; border-top: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-right: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; border-left: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; padding: 20px; color: #5A5A5A] Linn held out his hand. If she would take it then he'd bring her to an area of the deck with more privacy. But this was a moment of truth. there could be no darkness. There could be nothing that was covered up. He must tell her. There is no way to avoid telling you. This cruise is not a buffer for the truth, but only the location of our new life. Once you know the secret you will mos likely feel very alone. More alone than you have ever felt before. i know I did when I found out my own truth. Linn wrote. ]You're adopted like I was. I found you i a forest in the crater of a meteor. I don't know who your parents are and I'm even more torn to say that I haven't been a good father to you anyway. You're old enough to make your own choices. you are absolutely free to react anyway you please. Linn remembered his own child hood. As a child, his emotions were an inconsistent mix up between feeling lonely and being happy that his foster parents weren't really his. He imagined that Madi would be ready to punch out someone, probably him. While also he could see her not reacting at all. His daughter could react in anyway. It was hard to... extremely difficult to guess what would happen. He readied himself for her reaction. His heart began to race and his face became pale. Anything could happen. words, communication, to Madi notes, credits, btn & ote! [/style][STYLE=text-align:right; margin-right: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: -18px; color: #090909;]SPEECHLESS BUT EXCITED[/style]