'Listen, I’ll pay for everything,' Christian had said. What would her friends say? All her pictures would look the same. And it was small, oddly shaped in the style of a row house or submarine, bathed in a distortion-prone, perpetually marbled blue light. It was like being relegated to the basement during a family reunion––private, yes, but so much obviously worse than upstairs. Ultimately, Christian had persuaded her with an orchestrated slideshow of Google images and the promise of exclusivity, an experience she could lord over her friends and weaponise against her social media rivals. Christian’s colleague said it had 'changed his life,' though Marie couldn’t fathom what was so special about his life to begin with. One knows too much.Ĭhristian had learned of the Royal Pisces Underwater Resort from someone else at the firm. One can see the sharks, rays, hawkfish, barracuda. But that’s the trouble with a transparent underwater hotel. There is a small lift at the remote end of the suite, which rises to a slatted dock, where a narrow ladder dangles into the ocean. She watches instead as Leslie takes a full step backward and sits at the centre of the room, peaceably bored. 'Look, Mama!' says Ian, and Marie pretends to look. She was looking for models who looked like her baby––lengthy and lithe, nearly diaphanous––ensuring safety for another season. She subscribed to everything, riffled through the pages with a ferocious, jungle-cat vengeance. A few days after Leslie was born, Marie had begun to brutally, pragmatically scour a gamut of fashion magazines. This minor malformation, together with a nearly translucent complexion and pistachio-green eyes, gave her a slightly alien aesthetic. Leslie had come out perfectly––a short but draining labour for which Marie had been blissfully stoned––but with her skull slightly raised in the back (had Marie pushed hard enough? fast enough?) beneath an enviable swirl of wispy baby-blonde hair. Marie loves her daughter, more than life itself (more than Ian), but there is a queasy sort of reverence, a fear and awe of the misunderstood, in her devotion. 'Should we be down here?' she says, but the way she says it sounds like something else, something worse. She plops her luggage onto the carpet and looks around, gracefully nonplussed. Isn’t it maternal enough to have brought her children here, to have given them the experience of a lifetime? She is entrenched in the Times, a civilised treat squirreled away from home, a bastion of what people are saying 15,000 kilometres away and 18 metres above. 'Leave him alone.'īut Marie is no longer listening. 'We only kill spiders indoors,' Marie says sagely, and goes back to her paper. The fish is the colour of wine, a honeycomb of scales etched in popsicle-green, lips bright orange, eyes candy-red. The place is a luxurious little glass balloon, a bubble-shaped dollhouse, tastefully ascetic amid a riot of coral and blindingly blue Indian Ocean. The window is, of course, also the wall, also the ceiling, very nearly the floor, arching in an extravagant curve over the scope of the living area. He traces the glass, his knobby finger squeaking erratically against the pristine blue sheen of the window. Greely Tiki Statue & The Wolf Claw + AJHQ Granting.The fish come from nowhere. What happens when membership expires on Animal Jam? Animal Jam Spirit Blog: Bubble Trouble Underwater Adventure Prize GuideĮTERNALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLCUPCAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! SMELL MAI FURIOUS MORNING BREATH! IT SMELLS LIKE TRASHHHHHHHHHHH! THATS WHY RATS LIVE IN MAI MOUTH Deleteįreedom Raccoon Hat & Ocean Base Camp Musicīasketball Hoop + Rares + New 1,000 Gem Code
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