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 Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 10:41 pm
Tinkerbell  Rubbing the back of her head with her small hand Tinkerbell was completely lost on what had just happened. The sudden storm and her final blow against the trunk of a tree had thrown her out of her frenzy, and she now stood in front of a grand mansion washed over in awe. Tinkerbell pinched her arm. Verifying this wasn't some dream she was having while in a coma from hitting her head too hard. This was real alright. Fire lit torches flickered as they lighted the path and the castle almost as if the building itself had expected her to come. Examining the castle Tink searched for an entrance. The grand double doors for the main entrance was not hard to find. The hard wood it was made from was thick and her quiet knock would never be heard. She wanted in. Wanted to know who lived here as near royalty and what was it about this place that for some odd reason sent a chill down her spine. (¯`•.(¯`•.(¯`•.
( A Drop of Jealousy ).•´¯).•´¯).•´¯)
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 10:44 pm
 
Now Red knew the purpose of their travel. However, she cared not, only glad that Molly had decided to take her along for the journey. With the absence of that overpowering stench of death, she found the air pleasant, especially with the meat, and even the rain held a certain beauty in its scent. Suddenly, a new, delicious scent overpowered the rain's, and she even smiled slightly at its presence.
"I trust you," she said lightly, still equipped with that faint smile. She would wait until the meal, when the flavor of the meat and soup combined and all would be good. She needed not sample her food for bad taste, hence her comment.
Her smile was eliminated as she heard another voice, and a frown emerged upon looking up to see the second female. This puppet thing was the only tangible thing ruining her mood, and the addition of two more possible annoyances did not please Red. She had no sympathy for the traveling, and she remembered how they had to find their own shelter, having to fight for it. Even when she still lived in her grandmother's cottage, she would never allow another to take shelter in it, even if they were old, young, sick, or dying.
"Yes. There is not nearly enough room nor food for all of you. Find your own shelter like we did," she said cruelly, glaring right into the asking one's eyes.
She's not so little anymore...
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 1:19 am
 Molly also glanced up with at the sound of a new voice. The playful expression that had emerged on her features falls slightly at the cheerful greeting and their hopeful request. However, before she could respond to them Red surprisingly perks up, and it's all Molly can do to hide her smile as her companion tells them to piss off. She's finding she likes Red more and more.. Biting her lip to keep her mirth hidden, she instead turns to the puppet. "Hey Pinocchio, you've already said yer not going to be eatin with us," she comments encouragingly, "Maybe you could go with these two fine lasses, help them get a shelter for the night? It's not like you'd be wantin to head to the coast."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 11:57 am
Silken Pearl Tinkerbell Examining the castle Tink searched for an entrance. The grand double doors for the main entrance was not hard to find. The hard wood it was made from was thick and her quiet knock would never be heard. She wanted in. Wanted to know who lived here as near royalty and what was it about this place that for some odd reason sent a chill down her spine. (¯`•.(¯`•.(¯`•.
( A Drop of Jealousy ).•´¯).•´¯).•´¯) Tink is quite certain that her little knock would be totally lost upon the big doors. As she contemplates another way in, she hears the distant creek of another door somewhere to the side of the house. Coming around the corner, she sees what appears to be a large housecat sprinting from the mansion towards the stables. The calico feline seems to have emerged from a smaller entrance, and if she moves closer Tink can see the glow radiating beneath the bottom of the door.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:17 pm
 Pin turn to see them the moment they spoke, his black hair flowing in the rush of air from the sudden turn. His eyes flitted between the two newcomers, both beautiful in thier own rights, but both so different. while the blonde one seemed outgoing, the black haired one seemed to not be so open, but for some reason, he was reminded of himself, when she walked past and they went past him to the entrance. When Molly gave the idea to help these two he couldn't really complain, being that the salty air would be horrible for him. "Yes, that would be a better idea, seeing as how the salt would tuin my wooden body." he said pushing himself off the treeand walking to the new ladies, he bowed low to them, as he would to royalty, with a flourishing sweep to imitate taking a hat off, "My name is Pinocchio Maestro, at your services."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:30 pm
Strange Little Horror Follow the breadcrumbs...As Gretel moves around the modest little cottage, watering her flowers, she suddenly hears a yelping emited from somewhere above her. A few seconds later, there is the jumbled thud and rustlings of limb and leaf as Peter falls from the sky, tumbling into the thick wildgroth skirting the cottage. As Peter fell through the darkness for hours, he tried flying but the darkness continued to push him down. then, suddenly he fell into a thicket with a VERY hard 'thud'. When he hit the ground, he hit it hard, and the world suddenly spun in his blurry vision. "Uuungghh." He moaned as he tremblingly reached towards the sky before passing out on the ground, blood coming out from a small headwound on his head.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 12:56 am
Poetic Lilly
"I always enjoy devious attentions...and oh my, I do need to find something with cover. It looks much like a storm..." Alice spoke, realizing this out aloud. She sighed a bit, and wrinkled her nose in irritation.
"Yes, I have never been fond of rain," the invisible feline muses to Alice, "In fact, I tend to avoid anything involving water. However if it is shelter you seek, I could probably be convinced to share one of my catnap crooks for the evening."
The mushroom cap bounces faintly as the cat leaps down. Paw prints lead through the wildgrowth to large tree hollow. "Make yourself at home, pet. Perhaps in the morning we shall pay a visit to your beloved admirer."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 11:15 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 11:44 am
"Now there's a gentle lad for ya," Molly tells them, "You'll be in fine hands as long as he's about." She shifts forward and lifts the skewered, roasted beaver from the spit harness, "Here now, take this with ya. With how dark it is, you'll not do much hunting tonight and this'll feed the two lasses just fine. Already cooked and seasoned." She wraps the meat in a cloth bundle and hands it over to Pinocchio. "Good luck to you lot. Hope you find what yer lookin for."Settling back in her seat, Molly pulls out a couple of wooden supper bowls. Stirring the soup once more, she laddled up a healthy portion in each. "I hope yer not the bird-pickin kind," she comments to Red as she dishes up, "I can't stand the girls who eat two bites then say their full." She passes a delightful smelling, pumpkin coloured meal to Red. "You'll be eatin proper while yer with me." Craddling her own bowl, Molly inhales deeply to savour the lovely aroma. "I haven't had occasion to make this in a while," she muses with a smile, "You ain't never had acorn soup 'less it's been stewed right in the hollow" she adds, noding to the gourd-pot where the remaining soup still lies.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 7:49 pm
Follow the breadcrumbs...Whimpering quietly, Gretel was fighting herself to decide what to do. Her caring side won, and she moved forward cautiously, bit by bit, all the while feeling along the cottage to help her direction. He had groaned again, but more sounds would’ve been the most helpful in finding him.
Gretel’s foot lightly touched him as she was moving and, recognizing the soft feel as human flesh, quickly bent down and put her fingertips lightly on him. She found his head and felt his head wound. Gasping with repulsion and shock, Gretel tried to shake him as she spoke.
“Are you awake? Hello? Who are you? Can you get up?… are you even awake? Hello?!” she called frantically, though in a soft voice. Afraid he was dead, she felt his face for warmth and chest for a heartbeat. Reassured, she stood whilst holding onto his arm, making to pull him into the cottage.
It felt like it took forever, but he was still not as heavy as Gretel would’ve thought. He was probably a smaller boy than Hansel. Too tired to drag him any further and not wanting to cause any (additional) damage to him, she kept him on the wooden floor.
Knowing exactly where the medical kit was, Gretel quickly retrieved it and knelt beside the boy. He still seemed to be out cold. With surprisingly expert skill, she gently cleaned and wrapped his head, ridding of close to all of the dried blood surrounding his wound and around his head.
He would have to stay there until he awoke. While she waited, Gretel worked on pathcing holes in her and Hansel’s clothes. ...If you dare
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:09 pm
Red grew a little irritated when Molly gave the meat to the girls but said nothing of it. What Molly did was fine by her, though she didn't like spending all that time on something without getting any benefits. Then again, having practically raised herself, that was something that came with her. What you put in, you got out. That was the nature of life, except when someone meddled. She hurried to write off her anger by focusing on the upcoming soup.
"Thank you," she said solemnly upon receiving the bowl. "I eat until I'm full or I run out of food for the night," she said truthfully. She had learned a few years back to hunt before she got hungry, and by the time she had finished hunting, she would probably be hungry anyway. But if there was light and she was hungry, she would find some way to get food. She was no princess.
She waited until the girls and the puppet were gone before eating. With the dish in two hands, she brought it to her lips and tasted it. Instantly, a smile formed upon her face. New tastes, scents, and even colors opened up in front of her, and though she usually hated the unknown or new, she could not help but feel intrigued. Quickly, she went to try more, taking a bigger mouthful. Her smile grew and after swallowing, she went for another gulp. But this time, she went too fast and the liquid started to go down the wrong tube. She hurriedly put the bowl down and began hitting her chest while coughing violently. She recovered fairly easily, though she made a very strong mental note to take her time.
She's not so little anymore...
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:41 pm
"Whoa, slow down there lass," Molly chuckles, "We've got plenty of time. 'Specially now that we aren't entertaining half the continent." Cuddling up to her own bowl, she sips her soup contentedly. "Sorry if any of that put you off back there. I'm not real fond of traveling in big groups. Besides, it'd get complicated when we reach the coast. The business I've got going there is not exactly pleasant like." she idly confesses, "I dun think it'll bother you none though. You dun seem to be the squimish type."About halfway finished with her own soup now, Molly glances to check on Red's progress. "You like it?" She asks, "There be method to me madness. The soup will warm you up, while the rabbit will help put ya to sleep."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 12:52 am
As Red slowly sipped her soup, she nodded at Molly's words, and she even smiled at her joke. Molly and she had their distaste of groups in common. She continued to nod at her assessment of Red's tolerance of discordance.
However, there was something that could disturb her, and Molly had said it.
"Sleep?!" she cried out, coughing on the soup she had just put in her mouth. "I'm not sleeping, no," she said manic-like, putting down her regretted bowl. Now she wished she had never tried the delicious dish. In her mind, sleep was the most dangerous thing one could do. It left one open to the dangers of the world, unguarded. Red did everything she could to not sleep, but unconsciousness would consume her eventually. When she was conscious of it, the voice mocked her and sent her into paranoid hysterics. And now the person who she thought was a friend had just tricked into this dangerous situation.
"How could you do this to me?" she asked, slightly crazed. Her voice was punctured by brief, rapid breaths. She held her arms close to her body as she looked around for her axe; her eyes wildly searching the area. Finally, she found it and practically lunged for it. Once secured, she held it tight with one hand and used the other arm to cradle it closer to her body. Sitting with her back to the wall, she brought her knees up. Her eyes continued to fly back and forth, as if she expected a monster to come any second. Under her breath, she muttered, "No...no...no sleep..."
She's not so little anymore...
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:51 pm
Mr. Eccentricity "Sleep?!" she cried out, coughing on the soup she had just put in her mouth. "I'm not sleeping, no," she said manic-like, putting down her regretted bowl. Now she wished she had never tried the delicious dish. In her mind, sleep was the most dangerous thing one could do. It left one open to the dangers of the world, unguarded. Red did everything she could to not sleep, but unconsciousness would consume her eventually. When she was conscious of it, the voice mocked her and sent her into paranoid hysterics. And now the person who she thought was a friend had just tricked into this dangerous situation. "How could you do this to me?" she asked, slightly crazed. Her voice was punctured by brief, rapid breaths. She held her arms close to her body as she looked around for her axe; her eyes wildly searching the area. Finally, she found it and practically lunged for it. Once secured, she held it tight with one hand and used the other arm to cradle it closer to her body. Sitting with her back to the wall, she brought her knees up. Her eyes continued to fly back and forth, as if she expected a monster to come any second. Under her breath, she muttered, "No...no...no sleep..."She's not so little anymore...  Molly exclaims in surprise as Red spits out her soup. Her hand instinctually inches towards the carving knife they had earlier used for preparing the meat, her fingers subtly wrapping around the handle as Red scurries for her axe. However, experience has provided Molly with lengthy lessons about reacting to things too quickly, so she makes no sudden movements. Soon she realises that Red is not approaching her with the axe, but instead is once again retreating into the dementia of her own mind. She waits another moment or two, allowing Red to curl into an almost fetal position against the wall of the cave. Once she is sure that Red is completely lost in her own madness, Molly releases her grip on the knife. Bloody crazies.. she thinks to herself with a slight amount of exasperation. Although she does not let her guard down completely, Molly is fairly certain that this little fit is somewhat similar to Red's last psychotic bout. Taking special care that her actions remain unnoticed, Molly slowly shifts a hand to her side and pulls out a long, thin hollowed reed. Next, nimble fingers find tiny, hair-like darts which then join the reed stick on her lap. As she fits a dart into the reed, Molly eyes flicker to the muttering figure huddled along the opposite wall. She can tell that Red's frantically pivoting gaze isn't really registering her surroundings, so she moves with cautiously timed discretion as she brings the blow dart gun to her lips. An split second later, the trifling, painless p***k of the little dart tags Red's half exposed arm and the powerful sleeping poison races through her system. Because the toxin enters her body from secondary veins instead of a more direct route, it takes a minute before any effects are noticed. However, when they do take hold, the reaction is almost immediate. Red finds herself succumbing to an instant, dreamless sleep.
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