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Welcome Jollan. I'm glad you finally made it here!
Yay Jollan. Mind posting your charry here so I can move it into the first OOC post (where btw you'll find everything of import)
there are potentially 3 who might join us...though I would not count on all successfully finding their way here I think at least 1 will. I hope.
As the night came the children were forced to stop, darkness and exhaustion driving them to make camp for the night. Only Dakin and Ronin seemed to know what they were doing and Brisa was content just follow directions. Argurios didn’t look uncomfortable by the journey or the bivouacking outside however he seemed bothered by something. He was quiet and withdrawn and Brisa would have gone over to try and find out if she could help, except that she herself was overwhelmed with everything. She was so far out of her element that she wanted to cry. She didn’t. But she wanted to.
She tied up her goat, made sure it had food and water, and milked it. She did each task woodenly. There was something surreal about performing her usual chores in such an unusual place. As it got darker Brisa got more and more nervous. Training from the time she could walk drove her to always seek shelter at night. She became a bit jumpy, like a frightened deer.
She collected the jug of milk, it was easily enough for everyone to have a glass, and stood up trying not to leap out of her skin. The growing dark and all the weird noises were terribly grating to the girl who was never outside after dark. When Argurios brought over knives she stared dumbfounded. What in the name of all that was holy was she supposed to do with a knife? She would be more likely to cut herself than anything else. She didn’t want to say that outright to Argurios however, he had been so helpful earlier. So she merely nodded.
So she picked it up, tried unsuccessfully to find a place to put it, finally put it carefully in her shoulder bag, and set the whole kit-n-caboodle down by the fire. She didn’t know what to do and feared she would only be in the way. Still she felt she should be helping; she was sure they would need her to do something. Before she could even offer however she fell asleep standing up and toppled over, landing with a terribly hard thump on the ground.
She tied up her goat, made sure it had food and water, and milked it. She did each task woodenly. There was something surreal about performing her usual chores in such an unusual place. As it got darker Brisa got more and more nervous. Training from the time she could walk drove her to always seek shelter at night. She became a bit jumpy, like a frightened deer.
She collected the jug of milk, it was easily enough for everyone to have a glass, and stood up trying not to leap out of her skin. The growing dark and all the weird noises were terribly grating to the girl who was never outside after dark. When Argurios brought over knives she stared dumbfounded. What in the name of all that was holy was she supposed to do with a knife? She would be more likely to cut herself than anything else. She didn’t want to say that outright to Argurios however, he had been so helpful earlier. So she merely nodded.
So she picked it up, tried unsuccessfully to find a place to put it, finally put it carefully in her shoulder bag, and set the whole kit-n-caboodle down by the fire. She didn’t know what to do and feared she would only be in the way. Still she felt she should be helping; she was sure they would need her to do something. Before she could even offer however she fell asleep standing up and toppled over, landing with a terribly hard thump on the ground.
so I did so I did. All three relationship charts are temporarily complete.
never fear we are here! Well im not sure about lupus...I think he's here. I have been waiting for him but we shall move on tomorrow regardless. I believe another will be joining us and I'd like to swing him in as quickly as he is ready for it.
That is an exceptional description of procrastination in writing. It is damn near perfect!! And its almost exactly how I wrote every single one of my research papers.
No sweet Cin I have not had problems with it coming on and off. I also do not have a slim and avoided them on purpose. I do
however keep all my electronics attached to surge strips and turn the surge strip off when not in use to save energy (a surprising amount of energy is lost to electronic energy vampire drain). I have heard of it opening and closing at random though..,that seems to be common.
I hope you like my baking. :-) I quite loved the book "The bad seed." It was an excellent psychological book. When I go for horror/thriller/or anything similar I prefer psychological bent stories. I was extremely disappointed with the movie (the version I have anyway) that tried to make a morally acceptable ending and failed across the board at everything.
Ok this is undoubtedly a stupid question but I wanted to work on Nate and Nalia's charts and I can't figure out how one gets the little symboly things. Would someone enlighten me?
No sweet Cin I have not had problems with it coming on and off. I also do not have a slim and avoided them on purpose. I do
however keep all my electronics attached to surge strips and turn the surge strip off when not in use to save energy (a surprising amount of energy is lost to electronic energy vampire drain). I have heard of it opening and closing at random though..,that seems to be common.
I hope you like my baking. :-) I quite loved the book "The bad seed." It was an excellent psychological book. When I go for horror/thriller/or anything similar I prefer psychological bent stories. I was extremely disappointed with the movie (the version I have anyway) that tried to make a morally acceptable ending and failed across the board at everything.
Ok this is undoubtedly a stupid question but I wanted to work on Nate and Nalia's charts and I can't figure out how one gets the little symboly things. Would someone enlighten me?
Alas no. Tis not Carrie. Have you read said book? It was the first Stephen king I read, and was highly recomended, however I felt it was greatly lacking in something and almost stopped reading Stephen king then and there.
Sweet Cin said Doest any fellows here own an Xbox360?
I do indeed. It sees much use. Why do you ask?
When I think of dark children
*hands cookies to anyone who recognizes the girl*
Nalia and Nate walked quietly behind Ty as she led them through the carnival. The two siblings remained quiet but their minds were on very different trains of thought.
Nalia’s train of thought had completely derailed at the mention of Ty teaching her. Excitement, nervousness, and fear all warred within her. She was completely oblivious to what was going on around her, or any of Ty’s further explanations. The only thought in her mind was that she would get to do what she had always wanted to, but never been allowed. Of course the idea that someone like Ty would be teaching her caused her to be half-nauseous and half-terrified. These thoughts swirled in her head as they walked, to the exclusion of anything else. Nothing further that Ty said even remotely sunk in. She nodded politely but that was the extent of it.
Nate on the other hand was paying rapt attention. He knew instinctively he would have to learn fast and he also knew Nalia wasn’t paying a lick of attention. He would have to tell her everything later when she got her head out of the clouds. When Ty asked what he wanted to do he was stumped. No one had ever actually given a crap about what he wanted to do. He had no answer ready.
“I do not know” he said softly “I don’t have any talents like my sister. Unless winning money cheating at cards counts as a talent.”
He said it half joking, trying to get Nalia to roust from her daydream. It didn’t work. He had never told Nalia that he had been doing just that recently. He had to. Every penny his father made went to paying for doctors for their mother. If Nate hadn’t taken to sneaking off once in awhile to gamble, and win, they wouldn’t have had any food. He shook his head when Nalia didn’t even glance his way. She was well and truly gone into daydreams.
“Kidding” he said pleasantly to Ty, not wanting to admit the truth. “Just trying to figure out where my sisters mind is. You have to deal with that if you teach her you know. She’s gone all giddy. She does it occasionally. I would warn you about speaking of horses, cute teenage boys, and well I guess you can’t avoid talking about gymnastics. I help her with her math homework and apparently there is a cute boy that sits beside her; anytime she starts to think about him I can’t get a coherent word from her for at least 10 minutes.”
Nalia would have been mortified to hear her brother speaking about her this way, but she was so far gone into daydreams that there was no danger of that. Nate kept his tone pleasant and conversational but he listened intently to everything as Ty spoke. He categorized everything she said, to peruse it later and commit it further to memory. He was worried about what he was supposed to do however; he didn’t really have any real talents. He loved magic, stage magic and street magic, the kind that relied on dexterity and the slight of hand. Maybe he could come up with something along those lines. He would need to learn though…he could probably teach himself but he needed books.
His thoughts, and Nalia’s, were shaken when they encountered the troll, Grog. For both youngsters the troll was something entirely unseen before, and completely floored them. Still his pleasant nature put Nate a little more at ease and he actually greeted the troll politely. Nalia was still uncertain and would have said nothing if Nate hadn’t elbowed her sharply. She muttered a brief greeting but the uncertainty in her wide gray eyes never let up. Still her thoughts had been shaken from her daydreams and she was able to focus on the rest of Ty’s tour. The mention of gathering souls both children’s eyes seemed to darken. Nate understood completely what he had agreed to do, Nalia was still uncertain but she knew it was bad.
Neither let on their thoughts, though there would be great discussion in their tent later that night--about everything from mother to their new lives and everything in-between. That was a discussion to be held in private however. Somehow both knew they would need to present some sort of strong front here, for while Ty seemed pleasant enough it also seemed clear that some of those she had warned them of were exactly the sort of people who might take advantage of them. Nalia would not allow that, she would deal with what had to be dealt with as it came, but she would not allow anyone here to mistreat them. Not while she drew breath anyway. Nate had similar thoughts, but he was not a direct confrontational person—in fact it was the only thing about his sister he really had a problem with. He preferred to ignore or plan some secret retaliation and Nalia’s constantly intense reactions sometimes got on his nerves.
Nalia looked at Ty when she mentioned training. Forcing her thoughts to what had to be done she nodded at Ty.
“I shall be ready whenever you like Miss Ty but I’d like to start as soon as your ready. It’s been a long time, I’ve a lot of catching up to do. I stopped gymnastics about 3 years ago; I’m pretty stiff and weak right now. If you tell me where to practice I can work on my own for awhile, I’ll need to build up my wind and limber up my body some before I can really start working at it again. Nate can spot me so that’s ok. Just tell me where to go.”
Nate had vanished during this time, entering what was to be their quarters. It looked like a hospital. Two plain rooms, empty of all but a bed. And it was very very white. He shuddered a bit. He was glad they could change it up some, this would be awful if he had to sleep in all that bright sterile looking white. It was like the room his mother stayed in at the house.
Returning to Ty and Nalia he looked concernedly at Ty. He had been thinking about what she had said, about needing to put on compelling performances.
“Ill try and think of something to do” he said “but I’m not sure there’s anything I can do. I’m not a performer of any sort.” He was a little worried now. He had assumed things would be simple but it was a much more complex situation than he had at first assumed.
“Thank you for everything Miss Ty. We will try not to disturb you.” He planned to ask her about magic books the next day but not right away. C’mon Lia,” he said addressing his sister who was looking as worried as he felt “maybe you can help me figure out something.”
Nalia’s train of thought had completely derailed at the mention of Ty teaching her. Excitement, nervousness, and fear all warred within her. She was completely oblivious to what was going on around her, or any of Ty’s further explanations. The only thought in her mind was that she would get to do what she had always wanted to, but never been allowed. Of course the idea that someone like Ty would be teaching her caused her to be half-nauseous and half-terrified. These thoughts swirled in her head as they walked, to the exclusion of anything else. Nothing further that Ty said even remotely sunk in. She nodded politely but that was the extent of it.
Nate on the other hand was paying rapt attention. He knew instinctively he would have to learn fast and he also knew Nalia wasn’t paying a lick of attention. He would have to tell her everything later when she got her head out of the clouds. When Ty asked what he wanted to do he was stumped. No one had ever actually given a crap about what he wanted to do. He had no answer ready.
“I do not know” he said softly “I don’t have any talents like my sister. Unless winning money cheating at cards counts as a talent.”
He said it half joking, trying to get Nalia to roust from her daydream. It didn’t work. He had never told Nalia that he had been doing just that recently. He had to. Every penny his father made went to paying for doctors for their mother. If Nate hadn’t taken to sneaking off once in awhile to gamble, and win, they wouldn’t have had any food. He shook his head when Nalia didn’t even glance his way. She was well and truly gone into daydreams.
“Kidding” he said pleasantly to Ty, not wanting to admit the truth. “Just trying to figure out where my sisters mind is. You have to deal with that if you teach her you know. She’s gone all giddy. She does it occasionally. I would warn you about speaking of horses, cute teenage boys, and well I guess you can’t avoid talking about gymnastics. I help her with her math homework and apparently there is a cute boy that sits beside her; anytime she starts to think about him I can’t get a coherent word from her for at least 10 minutes.”
Nalia would have been mortified to hear her brother speaking about her this way, but she was so far gone into daydreams that there was no danger of that. Nate kept his tone pleasant and conversational but he listened intently to everything as Ty spoke. He categorized everything she said, to peruse it later and commit it further to memory. He was worried about what he was supposed to do however; he didn’t really have any real talents. He loved magic, stage magic and street magic, the kind that relied on dexterity and the slight of hand. Maybe he could come up with something along those lines. He would need to learn though…he could probably teach himself but he needed books.
His thoughts, and Nalia’s, were shaken when they encountered the troll, Grog. For both youngsters the troll was something entirely unseen before, and completely floored them. Still his pleasant nature put Nate a little more at ease and he actually greeted the troll politely. Nalia was still uncertain and would have said nothing if Nate hadn’t elbowed her sharply. She muttered a brief greeting but the uncertainty in her wide gray eyes never let up. Still her thoughts had been shaken from her daydreams and she was able to focus on the rest of Ty’s tour. The mention of gathering souls both children’s eyes seemed to darken. Nate understood completely what he had agreed to do, Nalia was still uncertain but she knew it was bad.
Neither let on their thoughts, though there would be great discussion in their tent later that night--about everything from mother to their new lives and everything in-between. That was a discussion to be held in private however. Somehow both knew they would need to present some sort of strong front here, for while Ty seemed pleasant enough it also seemed clear that some of those she had warned them of were exactly the sort of people who might take advantage of them. Nalia would not allow that, she would deal with what had to be dealt with as it came, but she would not allow anyone here to mistreat them. Not while she drew breath anyway. Nate had similar thoughts, but he was not a direct confrontational person—in fact it was the only thing about his sister he really had a problem with. He preferred to ignore or plan some secret retaliation and Nalia’s constantly intense reactions sometimes got on his nerves.
Nalia looked at Ty when she mentioned training. Forcing her thoughts to what had to be done she nodded at Ty.
“I shall be ready whenever you like Miss Ty but I’d like to start as soon as your ready. It’s been a long time, I’ve a lot of catching up to do. I stopped gymnastics about 3 years ago; I’m pretty stiff and weak right now. If you tell me where to practice I can work on my own for awhile, I’ll need to build up my wind and limber up my body some before I can really start working at it again. Nate can spot me so that’s ok. Just tell me where to go.”
Nate had vanished during this time, entering what was to be their quarters. It looked like a hospital. Two plain rooms, empty of all but a bed. And it was very very white. He shuddered a bit. He was glad they could change it up some, this would be awful if he had to sleep in all that bright sterile looking white. It was like the room his mother stayed in at the house.
Returning to Ty and Nalia he looked concernedly at Ty. He had been thinking about what she had said, about needing to put on compelling performances.
“Ill try and think of something to do” he said “but I’m not sure there’s anything I can do. I’m not a performer of any sort.” He was a little worried now. He had assumed things would be simple but it was a much more complex situation than he had at first assumed.
“Thank you for everything Miss Ty. We will try not to disturb you.” He planned to ask her about magic books the next day but not right away. C’mon Lia,” he said addressing his sister who was looking as worried as he felt “maybe you can help me figure out something.”
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