RavenWolf

The Bonny Black Hare

My apologies about the delay. The first time I tried to post, the website was having problems and I only recently discovered that it didn't go through. And then it was down the last several times I checked. But I managed to get something up for you now. :)

The Bonny Black Hare

Lips twisting down as she listened to James talking exasperatedly about the bland variety of women that had been marched beneath his nose, Branna couldn't help but admit that he had good reasons for not being married; especially with his description of thier being bovine and he the bull. She felt a twinge of remorse for the situation his status had forced him into, perhaps cutting into the potato beneath her knife with a touch more force then the action merited because of the strong emotion. She took a deep breath, giving her head a gentle shake. What good would it do getting upset over something she herself had no control over?

At the sound of movement near the changing screen, Branna turned a face that brightened with a genuine smile in Jame's direction, happily satisfied that the clothing fit his body like it had been made for him. True, they were rough and nothing quite as elegant as the clothing he had been wearing earlier, even if it had only been made for hunting, but this somehow suited him more, fitting into the image of his tangled curls and wouldn't backdrop of the walls of the cabin. He bowed to her, as if at some formal gathering of silks and jewels, and she let out a peal of delighted laughter, wiping her hands on a towel on the counter and stepping out into the middle of the floor.

"I would be more than happy to receive the honor of a dance from his Lordship." Branna lilted pleasantly in the voice of an honorable lady of the court, sweeping out her simple skirts and dipping into an elegant curtsy. "And why should I refuse? You are dressed in the most fetching of ensembles. I simply must know the name of your tailor. She must be a fabulous seamstress"

Stepping to him, she placed one of her delicate hands on two his broad and strong shoulder, offering her other hand for him to take, teasing smile curling up the corners of her mouth.

The Jammers Awaked

"History... Ew. Almost as bad as math." Tora winced sympathetically before glancing down at her watch. But she barely had time to realize that they had five minutes before class started before something white leaping towards Patty caught her attention, the same rabbit that they had encountered earlier jumping up and nimbly snatching the cell phone out of Pattty's hands and sprinting away with it. Her mouth fell open with disbelief. Was that normal behavior for rabbits?

Without hesitation, Tora sprinted after the retreating figure of her new friend, chasing after the long eared thief.

The Knitting of Light and Shadow (Mandachan & RavenWolf)

The shower had been marvelous.. Jack couldn't clearly remember the last time he had been properly clean, had a shaved face, or even had his hair combed. He had opened up drawers and cupboards almost as soon as the door had closed, quickly locating an extra toothbrush, a disposable razor, and the pile of soft clean towels. True, there was nothing but flowery fruity smelling soaps and shampoos on the other side of the curtain,, but it ultimately didn't matter in the long run, the months of dirt washed away from his skin, his hair free of oil and sweat. He would put up with smelling like a fruit basket if it meant he could be clean.

Emerging from the bathroom with his dirty clothes left behind in a laundry basket behind the door, his teeth brushed, his hair free of tangles and revealed to be a very light brown in color without the greasiness, Jack happily made his way into the kitchen in his borrowed clothing, ignoring the fact that he had had to roll up the pant legs several times before his feet had appeared. Grinning cheekily at Ella as he parked himself into one of the chairs of the small table. "Smells delicious, which is much more than I can say about myself. What is it with girls and things smelling like flowers and fruit?" He teased, barely able to fight back the urge to pick up his utensils and dive into the food. He wasn't sure if she was the religious type, he might offend her by tucking in before she had a chance to say a prayer or something. So he waited, mouth watering uncontrollably, letting her make the first move.

The Quake (FoxOfSpades & RavenWolf)

Something point he was repeatedly jabbing into her forehead and cheek, persistent and unwavering. Alice fervently wished it would stop. With a groan, her green eyes blinked and then slowly opened. She was momentarily disoriented by the thick darkness that hung suspended in the air, smelling of damp rock and dust. After a moment however, her eyes seemed to addjust and she could barely make out a faint line of orange light overhead. But just as she noticed this, she was once again poked in her cheek and she quickly turned her head, receiving a sharp pain shooting down her neck, but she finally noticed Dusk staring at her worriedly.

"Ow... What happened?" She moaned, struggling to sit up. She was met with a sudden and painful sensation in her left wrist and a stinging above her eyebrow. Reaching up with the hand that wasn't throbbing, she touched a hot spot on her forehead, her fingertips coming away covered in wet blood. "Oh, wonderful...."she said sarcastically, squinting to inspect her wrist. It was rather swollen and hot, but she didn't think anything was broken, not with what little amount of range she was able to move her hand when she tried, though she quickly stopped when doing so increased the amount of pain. Her best guess was that she had fallen onto her arm and had sprained her wrist in the process. Biting at her lower lip, she looked up at the distant crack overhead, remembering vaguely the sensation of the ground falling out from beneath her feet.

"...Rai... Rai!" Alice suddenly cried out as she remembered her friend, turning as far as she could to look around the dimly lit section of cave they had fallen into.

Her Zorua tugged on the leg of her pants, drawing her attention to him before he pointed his paw to his right, her eyes falling on the figure of Rai lying on her side on the floor of the cave, a concerned looking Poppy barely able to peer out of her position from within the backpack still in between the girl's arms. With a huff and a gasp of pain, Alice struggled to her feet, careful only to use her right hand, and stumbled over to her fallen companion. Dropping onto her knees as soon as she reached Rai's side, she reached out with a shaky hand and grabbed her shoulder, giving it several shakes. "Rai. Oh, please wake up." She managed to say brokenly, panting a little with the effort. Worry began to tighten within her chest, a knot over her heart. "please be alright.... Rai!"

With a sudden loud gasp, Scott's eyes flew open, almost falling over as he stumbled. His arm instinctively tightened around whatever it was he was holding onto, quickly discovering that it was Tobin who was supporting his weight. Blinking rapidly, his vision still dark around the edges, the young man looked around him with confusion, bringing their stumbling steps to an abrupt halt.

"...Tobin? ... What happened?" He croaked, wincing and touching the back of his aching head with his fingertips, carefully inspecting a gash surrounded by half congealed blood that dripped down onto his neck and the back of his shirt. The last thing he remembered was being up in the tree and the rumbling from the ground... Had the loud cracking sound he heard and something breaking before that same something had hit him in the back of the head?

Shifting his weight carefully, he blinked once again that their surroundings, wondering just how far they had gone with him unconscious. Flame was still with them, the flames on his back and head ignited and casting a soft flickering glow on the rapidly darkening surroundings. A wave of dizziness struck him and he had to sit down hard, mumbling an apology to his friend as he did so.

"where are the others?" He groaned, though he could already guess that they hadn't been found yet.

The Bonny Black Hare

Eyebrows lifting a little at the sudden sound of his laughter drifting out from behind the screen, Branna's lips turned up in a momentary smile, gaze turning curiously in the direction of the shadowy corner before she gently shook her head, turning back to the basket of clothing she had fetched from by the door. Fingers nimbly picking through the assorted articles of garments, she quickly located the set of soft wool pants, a white colored shirt, and a set of dry undergarments. Satisfied with the quick estimates she made with their fit and Jame's height, she limped over to the changing screen and draped them over the top.

"Those will be fresh things to put on." She explained, giving the clothing a pat to draw his attention to their location.

Turning away towards the kitchen, Branna had just made it over to the cupboard and placed her hand on the soft wood when James called out to her, inquiring into her means of how it was she lived in such a place. She found herself frozen to the spot for an instant, dark eyes widening somewhat before she pushed the expression away, replacing it with a thoughtful twist to her lips just as the man poked his head out from behind the screen. She laughed brightly at the curious lift to his eyebrows and his teasing questions about her marital status.

"you have need not to fear dear James." Her laughter tinkled like bells. "No man has been brave enough to ask for my heart and I have yet to find one strong enough to handle it, let alone my stubbornness. I'll faint of shock the day I meet a gentleman that can handle my teasing for more than a moment."

Reaching into the cupboard, she extracted a small bag of potatoes and another of carrots, a pouch of herbs she used for soup, and a loaf of bread she had baked earlier that day. Retrieving a peeling knife she set to cutting away the skin of the potatoes, enjoying the process. She thought carefully over her response to his earlier question, dropping the curling brown skins into a spare bowl on the counter.

"I'm a deft hand with the needle and I am able to make a decent profit off of sewing clothing and helping the farmer's wives with mending tears. And when I find that there is a lack of things that need to be amended or made, people are more than willing to let me help them with their cooking. I've heard that I make quite the tasty soup and bread.."

Every now and then, her eyes would trail over to the changing screen as she spoke, talking far too much, but also trying to give the impression that she was doing well for herself nevertheless.

"and what of you James?" She asked brightly, moving onto the next potato. "have you a wife that will be having a sleepless night worrying about the whereabouts of her husband? One who might come bursting in to have my head for keeping you here?"

The Jammers Awaked

Thank you. Yeah, being sick is the pits. And I never thought I'd be so happy to be able to talk without coughing up a lung. Ha ha!

And of course I'm happy to continue! I got my reply up. It is so good to be role-playing again. When do you think you would want to introduce some of the other characters?

The Jammers Awaked

"what can I say?" Tora laughed softly, her cheeks gently coloring with pink. "I like to help people."

Together, they made it to the school in a reasonable amount of time, despite the heart stopping adventure with the truck earlier. Tora had happily shared a few more of the orange rolls with Patty, especially after she watched how fast the girl had finished the first one, the both of them happily working through the contents of the bag. As they reached the top of the stairs to the entrance of the brick building, she threw the paper sack into the garbage can and held open the door to the interior of the school, the sound of a multitude of teenagers floating out to them in an indecipherable cacophony of sound.

Adjusting her backpack on her shoulders, Tora tilted her head slightly towards her blue haired companion. "So, Patty, what do you have for first hour? I've got math to suffer through."

The Bonny Black Hare

I can't really put into words properly how your complement made me so happy, because it truly did. And I thank you for it. Honestly. I don't get very much feedback on how I am doing with my writing, so I was pleasantly surprised to find that it is so enjoyable. It is encouraging. So thank you, again. I will happily continue the story with you. I'm almost done dictating out my reply, so it should be up shortly. And being focused on my replay definitely shows in my casual conversation, what with me being a little more formal and in character with Branna

I'm glad that at least one of the conventions went well, though I'm sorry to hear about the others. I hope that things pick up and are considerably more profitable for you. I know what it's like to be in a tight situation, so I truly wish you the best of luck with everything.

(**reply, not replay)

Signature limit?

Awesome! Thank you.

Now, does this look okay? I am actually blind, so I can't tell if it looks funny or not.