Thread: Under the Sea {Paper Mache Banshee and Seraph}

Youll like it here, he insisted as the taxi pulled up into the broken down drive way to an equally distressed house. Where the windows werent boarded up they were covered in cracks and grime. The wood was silver from years under the attentions of the elements, and she was pretty sure that all of it would moan if she stepped on it. It looked like it was about to tumble down about their ears. Joy. Alex didnt answer her father as she slumped down deeper into the uncomfortable cushioning. She had been happy back in their old house before his obsession had gotten hold of him. She only wished that her mother hadnt divorced him. Then again, Alex thought, I would have divorced daddy too if I had the choice. Her mother had taken custody of her younger brothers but since she was in her final year of high school, she got to stay with her father, Dr. Alexander Bryce. Of course, that was when they werent planning on moving. Now that they had moved, any consideration that the custody ruling had was null-void. Its perfect for my work, he rambled down as the taxi rolled to a stop. He opened the door and scrambled out. Her father was always full of nervous energy, almost as if he had an electrical wire plugged into him. He was worse when he had coffee. Sure, daddy, she grumbled as she pulled her backpack from the floor of the taxi as she slid over the seat to join him outside. She was tall, almost six-foot, and after being cramped in the taxi for an hour she relished being able to stretch out. She looked around and sighed. There was nothing around but the house, and a cool wind whipped off the waters of the sea only a stone skip away. It caused her all ready messy blonde hair to tangle about her face annoyingly. This was officially the last pace that she wanted to be. Alex wasnt overly fond of the water rather she wasnt fond of the beach. She liked pools just fine, but the ocean always gave her an eerie chill. Something about never knowing what was under your feet didnt sit well with her. It never helped that her father was full of wild theories regarding life in the ocean his newest was that merpeople existed. Dr. Bryce was half-way up the stairs when the cabbie turned and looked at her, holding out his hand. Alex closed her eyes and muttered, How much? A hundred, he said blandly, with a trace of an accent. Great, she said. Trust her father not to rent a car from the airport and take them to an island that was mostly uninhabited in the off-season months and get a taxi. She dug into her backpack and pulled out her wallet before fishing out all of her money. Alex was officially broke now. She handed over the money and headed to the trunk pulling out the luggage as she grumbled under her breath, Just great, just freakin great. As the cabbie drove away and left her with a pile of bags at her feet and her father all ready in the house, Alex suddenly felt very alone. She glanced over to the ocean and shook her head, I almost wish that Daddys rightalmost. Maybe then, she thought, she could go back to her friends and civilizationthey didnt even have internet here. Because of that, Alex had been forced to take a year off from high school of course, her father said he was going to home-school her, but she knew that was a lie. With one final glance towards the ocean, she began to lug the bags into the house. Noises from the basement assured her that her father was alive and hadnt fallen through any rotted flooring, and was most likely setting up his lab. At least he had the foresight to get their furniture there and his equipment.