Name :: Skye Wendy Stoneson
Age :: Seventeen
Species :: Human
Appearance :: Ta da ! (:
Eye Colour :: Gold
Hair Colour :: Blonde, with hints of reds, honey colours and golds, all of which show up under particular lighting.
Occupation :: Student, part time waitress
Tattoos :: One on her back, two on the top of her right arm and three on the top of her left arm.
Piercings :: Snakebites.
Likes :: Food, the ocean, nature, the rain, sunlight, reading, wildlife, doodling, day-dreaming and adventure.
Dislikes :: Tomatoes, stuck-up snobs and goody-two-shoes.
Fears :: Heights and drowning.
Dream Occupation :: Tattoo Artist
Location :: Franklin, Tennessee
Personality :: Friendly, funny, affectionate, shy at first. Works very hard to make other people like her // afraid of her, depending on her mood that day. Though, as nice as she may seem, she can be VERY protective of those she loves.

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(( I shall edit later with links. I'm in school right now. ;D ))

Skye perched on the edge of the hard seat of the subway train, her HEADPHONES on, playing a familiar TRACK. Above her, a small neon light flickered on and off. She focused on it for a moment, absorbed in the chemical reaction, before turning her head and gazing out of the window. The sun hung low in the sky, casting it’s final golden light across the city. A small group of birds flew across the soon-to-be sunset. The sky was a wash of reds, yellows and oranges – even the clouds were reduced to a slow pace, the fat, wispy shapes crawling across the colours like slugs. The light reflected off the glass skyscrapers that stood tall, hovering above the city. The train flew across the tracks, which stood a full two-hundred feet above the ground, suspended by steel stilts. Skye twirled a piece of her multi-tonal hair around her finger, her other hand playing with her SKIRT. She had matched it with her RAINBOW TIGHTS and trusty T-SHIRT. Her CONVERSE encased her feet, the laces undone a little, showing their age. On the seat beside her was her LEATHER JACKET, customized with various buttons and badges.

The train slowed, and then stopped, and the automatic doors opened.

"Aqua Junction." said the automated voice from the small speakers that lined the carriages. "Thank you for riding with Thunder Lines. We hope to see you again soon."

Sighing, Skye picked up her jacket and made her way out of the old, yellow train. She scanned the area with her golden eyes, trying to decide where she should go first. She had some researching to do, a project her friend Caitlyn was working on. She was an artist, loved working with natural forms.

"You’re going OUT ?" she had asked earlier that day, excitement dancing behind her hazel eyes. "Ooooh, do me a favour ? Go to the aquarium and fetch me some half-decent pictures ! I’m thinking of making a huge clay jellyfish. ‘Ode to the Great Stinger’. Offt, I like it !"

And thus, being the good room-mate she was, Skye made her way to the biggest aqua-park in the city ;; Sea Wold. Inside her MESSANGER BAG, she had at least fifty dollars to get in – the park was pricey, but she had to admit, they always had some cool marine life to look at. Her frequent trips to the aquarium meant that she had no need for a map, and Skye began walking. It took roughly ten minutes to get to the marine centre from the train, and if you walked super fast, you could make it there in five. Switching the track on her IPOD to a more familiar song, Skye jogged down the street, bathing in the last sunlight of the day. Her pale skin absorbed the warmth, though no colour came to it. She had never been able to get a decent tan, not even a burn. She reckoned it came from her Mother, who spent most of her life inside, avoiding the elements.

A few minutes later, after travelling to the outskirts of the city, where it opened up to the ocean, she finally arrived at Sea World, only to be greeted by a man in a shark costume. She quickly scurried to the front desk, ignoring the whining children and the stressed parents, and got herself a ticket. Pushing herself through the revolving doors, she entered the main room of the park. The ceiling stretched up to the heavens, rainbow fairy lights – which upon closer inspection, you would find to be jellyfish – trapped inside, dancing. Small rock pools dotted about the large room, with groups of people crowding them. Taking only a small moment to gaze in wonder at the beauty of the place, Skye made her way to the small coffee shop towards the side of the room and got herself a coffee and a sandwich, as requested by her grumbling stomach, Taking a bite and a sip, she made her way to a door labelled “Arrival Dock, Staff Only”. Her uncle worked at the park, giving her free reign to explore the building as much as she liked, as well as a pretty cool discount in the gift shop.

Walking through the door, and closing it behind her, she found herself in another large room, filled with old fish tanks and cardboard boxes. One of the four walls of the room was sliced off, completely open, and the smell of the salt air hit Skye’s nose. She breathed in the scent, a feeling of unexplainable joy seeping into her as she looked out over the ocean. The waves lapped up against the dock, rocking the three boats which stood on the water. The entire scene was washed in the golden tones of the sky, even the water was illuminated. Skye’s skin glowed a pale, dewy colour in comparison, reds, golds and oranges appearing in her hear where the light hit it. She took another bite of her sandwich and made her way through the dock to another door labelled “New Arrivals, Staff Only”. Walking through the door, the salty-sea smell faded out – still there, but lingering on the background of her senses. Skye stepped into the shadows, behind a pile of cardboard boxes, and scanned the area, checking for any signs of life. Poking her head around the corner of the structure, she convinced herself that there was nobody there. Walking out, she shook her head.

Hearing a noise, Skye froze stiff. Turning slowly, she looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Shaking her head, she looked down at her tattered Converse. She took another sip of her coffee to calm herself. The sound was probably just a rat or some fish tapping the glass of their tank. Still, best go check it out. Just in case. She followed the small noise, falling behind another large wall-like sculpture of cardboard boxes, forming a whole other area. Stood behind the paper castle was a large tank, about twice as long as Skye was tall. She looked into it, sipping her coffee and taking another bite of her sammich.

"What are you . . . ?" she whispered to herself as she gazed into the water.

The tank was filled with artificial shrubs and rocks, small stone monuments resting on the bottom of it. The filter clipped to the inside of the glass clicked and whirred as it fed oxygen into the eerie blueness. Strange. They only ever usually paid this much attention to new arrivals if they were something special. When Skye was thirteen, her Uncle had taken her into the loading dock to see a few of the latest exhibitions. Some fishermen had caught a squid, an endangered breed with tiger stripes on the surface of it's slimey skin. She had starred in wonder at it as it swam around a tank big enough for a small shark. The aquarium staff had attempted to brighten the glass cage up with some plastic plants and rocks, saying that they would usually wait a few days before doing such a thing, but this little fella was to go on show later that day.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason at all, Skye passed her sammich into her other hand and placed her palm onto the glass. It was cold to the touch and she winced slightly, expecting the water inside to warm the tank. She continued to stare into the water, hoping to discover what had made the peculiar noise.

Skye stood, dead still, as she listened to the hypnotic sound. She could not blink, could not breathe, could not think. Her mind remained still and silent, as if somebody had wiped it completely of everything she knew. She gazed longingly into the glass, waiting for the creature to appear. And then, a dark blueish-purple tale appeared, followed by a torso, followed by a face. She locked eyes with the merman's, sinking into the endless Arctic blue. It disappeared, and she blinked, shaking her head.

Taking another sip of her coffee, she continued to watch the tank. It appeared that the creature was afraid of her. Nawh, bless. She took a bite of her sammich, still with her right palm pressed up against the glass.

"Please come back out . . ." she said, slightly louder than her previous words. "I won't hurt you . . ."

Skye giggled, the sound echoing around the room like pealing bells. She smiled at the creature as it poked its head into view. She held up her food.

"You want some ?" she asked, holding her sammich towards the glass of the tank.

She still had her right palm placed onto the glass. The heat of her hand against the cool glass was creating a small foggy layer on the glass, the kind that little kids write in with their fingers.

Skye giggled again as she watched the creature study her sammich. She gazed at it in jealousy -- it's tail was beautiful and sleek. She diverted her eye to the creature's face, watching it watching her. She picked a corner off of her sammich and, climbing onto a few carboard boxes, dropped it into the tank. Pieces of chicken, mayo and lettuce floated into the tank. She went back to looking at the creature's face.

". . . . . Hell-oooo ?" she sung softly to it, hoping for some kind of response.

Skye giggled adorably as the abnormal creature spoke. Tilting her head to one side, she took another sip of her coffee.

"You are a strange creature." she said.

Suddenly, an idea ran through her head. Looking around to check nobody was watching her, she quickly made a small stack of cardboard boxes next to the tank. Climbing on top, she leaned over the side of the tank and brushed her fingers over the surface of the cool water, watching the ripples she created.

"Yes, friend." Skye replied, tilting her head to mimic the creature. "Hungry, are you ?"

Lifting the rest of her sammich to the top og the tank, she dropped it into the water.

"Not like I needed the calories, anyway." she said as she smiled down, watching the bread disintegrate.