She was really just still in her rebellious teenage stage, Ariel would always argue. The rules set by her father were really just begging to be broken; that was true of anyone's parents at sixteen. Ariel just hadn't let go of that mentality when she entered college. Even if it was her third year there. There was just something that kept her in the mindset of the child she was- living at home, probably. The O'Hallorans practically lived in the town that surrounded the school that Ariel went to, and that three of her sisters had gone to. And when you were a single parent sending seven girls to school, you did your best to save what you could- like, for instance, several thousand by commuting, as opposed to dorming. So Ariel lived at home, with her father, and three of six sisters, and did her best to stay out of the house for as long as she could. At some point, even this had become fine with her father; he had to loosen his group on even his youngest daughter at one point or another, but even then, he'd had rules for her to follow- a soft curfew, a rough range of where she could be, a request to know when she would be out. Nothing unreasonable, and nothing that Ariel wanted to adhere to.
So of course, Ariel snuck out, after curfew, without her father's permission or knowledge, and went past the radius he'd asked her to stay in. A rebellious streak that hadn't died down at twenty one, was all. She was old enough to vote, to drink, to be sent to war, Ariel reasoned with herself. She was old enough to do nearly anything that she wanted to. She would just have to show her father that this was the case. It was a juvenile way to deal with it, sure, but Ariel could only assume that it would work. After all- it never had in the past. Why not assume that that all changes now? And so this Saturday night was similar enough to many before, and it would be to many after. Once the house was silent, the young woman grabbed whatever she thought she would need- phone, wallet, shoes- and, quietly, exited through the back door. She climbed into a car- there were two, now, in the driveway, shared between her sisters and her father and herself; when all seven girls had been at home, and able to drive, there had been four to share- and tied up her red hair.
It, like most of Ariel's looks, had been inherited from her father. Well, and her mother- red hair, especially this vibrant, and blue eyes both were recessive traits. But her mother had passed, at a young age, and Ariel couldn't remember much about her- a few vague memories, all happy, but distant, and so she attributed her traits more to her father than both parents. Indeed, Ariel looked a lot like him: her soft jaw, her low cheekbones, her heart-shaped face, thin shoulders, and limbs that were just a little bit too long, and left them with something of a gangly walk. There had been many a time- particularly when she was younger- where Ariel would have liked very much to deny the resemblance, but there was no doubt that she was her father's daughter. Sometimes this similarity leaked into her personality, and into her sisters'; the insult "you're acting like Dad" had been thrown at each other in most spats between the O'Halloran girls.
Things had calmed down as they'd all grown older, though, for the most part. There was still some trouble, but they were all adults now, practically, and their father's parental role had nearly finished. Not so much that he would be okay with Ariel driving off for a midnight swim without his knowledge, of course, but that was really half of the fun of it.
Driving at night was relaxing. There were hardly any other cars on the road, and if there was anyone walking around outside, she couldn't see them. Most of the houses and buildings that she passed were dark, and the few that were lit were dim, silent, and shut off from the world. It was easy to feel like there was no one but Ariel herself in the world- everyone else was too quiet, too still, and they were gone, as far as she cared. No more expectations, curfews, rules, laws, no friends, no family. Not exactly a world that she would love to live in- far from it- but it was nice to pass through the place, in the car. The silence was welcome, for a few minutes. Then it was boring, old, stale, and replaced as Ariel pushed the radio on. The transition was jarring- even though she'd turned the sound on, she hadn't expected it to be that loud. She spun the volume down, and took a moment to glance at the number that represented it. Seven. Much lower than she would ever allow for in the day time, or her sisters would. Funny how everything adhered to just being quieter while the diurnal world slept.
Though it was quiet in the moments between parking the car, turning it off, and gathering her stuff, Ariel was more enveloped by the silence again when she got out of the vehicle and locked it. No seagulls now, no other people, just the susurrus of the ocean beyond the sand, and her quiet footsteps in it. Ariel got close to the shore before she stopped, and dropped her things; a towel, a bag with her phone, her wallet, and other little things, her shoes, and her clothes as the woman stripped to her swimwear below. Then she continued to the water, and stepped in, and pretended that the water lapped at her legs like the handshake of an old friend, or the excited, jumpy greeting of a puppy- if nothing else, it helped to distract from just how cold the water was at this time of night, despite the nice weather during the day. After several moments of working her way in to the sea, Ariel was more or less submerged. She took a step back and her breath, and dove under, and swam. She preferred the ocean so much to her campus' pool, particularly when it was empty like this. Yet it never lost the sense that it was teeming with life, a feeling only added by the mystery afforded by the lack of sight; Ariel could get lost swimming, and particularly when she swam alone in the ocean, and could ignore passing boats and the houses and people she swam by on the beach.