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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:13 pm
(so you all know, I'm playing the Tin Man and the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. Minai'll get the profiles up soon, but she said i could start posting, so i shall.)
"Brains." said the Scarecrow, tearing apart a squirrel it had caught. He broke the skull in two and picked out the tiny brain it held, then stumbled over to the Tin Man. "Brains!" he said again, a bit more insistently, holding his prize out.
"Yes," sighed the Tin Man, "It's a brain. But you don't want that one. Not unless you want to be nut hunting for the rest of your miserable days."
"Nuts?" inquired his straw friend.
"Yes, nuts because it's a bleeding squirrel brain." he stated calmly, flicking the itty bitty brain off the Scarecrow's palm. "Now let's get a move on, old chap. The weather's setting in and I don't really want to be caught in the rain again."
They continued their march through the woods. They had been tramping around for days and had already been caught in one brief shower. Luckily the Tin Man was able to train his companion in oiling him when it was necessary, so the rain wasn't quite as bad as it could be, but it was still an uncomfortable experience.
The Scarecrow began singing the word 'Brains' as they trekked, occasionally tripping on roots or something, but picked himself up without hindrance or worry. The Tin Man's heavy step crushed any obstacles, though his head, nearly a full eight feet away from the ground, was constantly disrupting higher branches in the trees.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 3:23 pm
 He looked at them, then to the newest addition of thier little ragtag group of princesses and cursed people, shrugged and said, "If that's what you want to do, I am obliged to follow along." he said standing straight and bowing mechanichally from the waist.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:02 pm
 Rose nodded kindly. She at this point, easily accepted the talking swan and wooden puppet. Rose had after all expected him to talk anyways, since the swan talked, so why wouldn't the stringless puppet as well? And who was she to speak...No, best not to go there yet, not while she had just met these people. She could control this, it would not best her...not yet anyways. "I am glad to oblige you all. It is no skin off my back, and there's no harm in me having company for a change," She replied, before turning a certain way, and motioned them along.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:15 pm
There were voices ahead. The Tin Man put a hand on top of the Scarecrow, who stopped singing as his head was stuffed into his shoulders.
"Quiet, old chap. I hear voices ahead." said the Tin Man.
"Brains?" quested the Scarecrow.
"Can't say just yet. Let's take a look, shall we, chappie?"
"Brains!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, dashing off into the woods ahead of them, his scythe flailing wildly, cutting branches in his mad pursuit. The Tin Man sighed and followed in his own slow, deliberate pace.
Meanwhile, the Scarecrow stumbled upon the small group, tripping and falling straight into their path. He looked up at the few of them. A swan stuck out first, then the lady leading them all. The straw man wiggled into a sitting position, weapon useless nest to him. There was a few ladies, he couldn't count. And then a little puppet boy.
The Scarecrow cocked his head to one side. "Hie." he said happily. "I find you."
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 2:28 pm
[[Hey everyone^^ Minai Chan will be posting my profile asap, if you've got any questions regarding my character before then, please feel free to pm me. I've placed myself in the general vicinity of Red and Molly.]]
Rapunzel felt as if she'd been running for hours. Her arms and legs shook with fatigue as she paused to lean against a tree, the bark prickling against her back, catching on the already heavily snagged and torn remains of her blood stained dress. She pushed a scratched, clammy hand through her tangled hair, whipping it out of her face and panted softy, her weary blue eyes searching for a break in the trees. Above her they were so thick and dark she couldn't tell what time of day it was She didn't remember the forest being this way...the view from her tower had given her only a glimpse, but it had never looked so foreboding. Her free hand hung limply at her side, a dagger caught between the thin fingers as she took a moment to scan the area. She shivered violently as a cold wind swept through the trees, breaching the holes in her gown, the leaves brushed against one another, whispering...
Rapunzellllllll....
She choked back a sob, wrenching her hand free of her hair, a few golden strands clinging in between her fingers, getting caught on the simple gold band she wore on the index finger of her right hand. Dropping the dagger, she glared at the offensive thing, the dull sheen it cast in the minimal light only making her hate it more. She grit her teeth, once again trying to rip it from her hand. No matter how hard she pulled, how desperately she willed it, the ring would not come off. Rapunzel's once lovely features contorted into a silent cry as her knees gave out and she slid down the length of the tree into the mushy wet leaves on the forest floor.
Keep moving...gotta keep moving...she'll find you!
Something moved within the trees and she jerked the dagger up in front of her, brandishing it with clumsy hands at nothing in particular. The noise stopped, and somehow that made her feel far worse. Rapunzel's heart beat loudly in her chest as she tried to stand, but her mutinous body refused to budge. She tried again, only managing to move herself from a sitting position into a slumped half recline, her head resting against a gnarled root, dead leaves caught in her pale hair as it spilled around her. She felt her lids grow heavy...
As darkness overcame Rapunzel for the second time that day, she swore she could hear someone humming a lullaby, it sounded familiar and close. It echoed through her mind as she could fight against sleep no more.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:46 am
Silvrya sat at the edge of the beach. She was listening to the waters, as the ocean tide rolled in, licking her toes. Distant voices of her family echoed, carried by the waves. They were worried about her disappearance, searching for her frantically. And yet, she had no way of telling them she was fine. She had tried yelling into the water, only to end up coughing and gasping for air.
The land, the sky, all that once was so dear to her sister, Silvrya hated it all. She longed to be underwater, wrapped in tides and currents, carried by a tail, instead of two stick-like legs that hurt every time she started to stand on it.
And right now, her only comfort was that the Prince will pay. She was sure of it. All she needed was his blood in this sea and she'll bring back her sister soon.... very soon.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 5:43 pm
Zelic Frobe The Scarecrow cocked his head to one side. "Hie." he said happily. "I find you."Three things went through Pinnochio's head as reached for his axes; A, there was a demonic looking scarecrow in front of them, B, he was weilding a large scythe poised to strike, and he was directly in front of the ladies. "Who are you?" he said stepping in front of the girls, each axe held upside down in a defensive position.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 7:02 pm
~Rapunzel~
Rapunzel was dancing. Strange, sweet music wove its way through the air and she could feel someone's arms securely around her, one hand resting lightly at her waist, the other clasping hers in a warm, strong grip. Her head felt heavy as she lifted her summer sky blue eyes to gaze into those of her dance partner...and screamed.
The face that once had perhaps been handsome, was decayed and crawling with insects: the eyes, two hollowed out caves a host to a pair of maggots that slipped out and down his emaciated cheeks like obscene tears. His auburn hair remained in mangy chunks, patchy and revealing a sickly scalp. Rapunzel gagged, catching a whiff of him, his cloths rank and rotting, fabric and flesh peeling away in tattered strips down his arms and chest. She cried out in pain as a barbed thorn punctured her hand from his, twining down his arm to mingle with the skeletal structure of his body. She struggled as he pulled her closer, bringing that horrible visage inches from her face.
Rapunzelllllll....
The thorns worked their way around her waist and up her back. she struggled harder, kicking her feet out as he spun her, her back against his chest, his chin resting on her shoulder as his arms came up and around to hold her tightly against him.
You must not stop my sweet, she's not the only one in this forest who can smell the fear in your heart...
* * *
Rapunzel woke beneath the tree in a tangle of wet leaves, hair, and what remained of her tattered gown. She gasped for air, placing a hand on her chest and taking deep gulps as she struggled to pull herself into an upright position. Her head swam and she tried to remember how she had gotten where she was, and which way was back. She shook her wild hair out of her face and shivered, remembering her dream. She grasped a tree limb, her scratched and dirty hand pulling her up to stand against the tree's trunk, snatching the dagger up with her other hand on the way up.
Rapunzel took a shallow, shaky breath and bit her lip.
Just keep going...keep going...
And once again, she flung herself into the darkness of the forest.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:30 am
 As Rapunzel works her way deeper into the woods, small breaks of light peering through the forest canopy above slowly hinted at the coming dawn. Upon pushing her way through a particularly dense burst of wildgrowth, the tired maiden finds herself face to face with a large hedge. Standing at least half again her own height, the green wall limbs and leaves extends in both directions and disappears into the underbrush. At first, there seems no passage beyond the barrier, but at second glance she notices what looks to be an animal trail not far to her left. The path clears only about a yard high, and leads to a similarly sized hole in the hedging.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 11:10 am
(Umm, Draw, I did say that the scythe was lying next to him on the ground.)
"I Scarecrow." said the Scarecrow. "I find you." His head bobbled.
There was a lound noise in the trees from the direction that the straw man had come from, and the Tin Man's head appeared over his companion. "Ah, there you are, you little blighter." One metallic arm reached out and picked up the Scarecrow easily. "You need to stop running off like that, you, know."
The Tin Man set the Scarecrow down standing as he walked his full seven-foot-eleven-and-one-quarter frame into full view. Casting his gaze over the small party, he nodded once. "Hello, chaps. I'm the Tin Man."
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:01 pm
Quote: At first, there seems no passage beyond the barrier, but at second glance she notices what looks to be an animal trail not far to her left. The path clears only about a yard high, and leads to a similarly sized hole in the hedging.
~Rapunzel~
Rapunzel brushes bits of leaves and the invisible sticky cling of a cobweb away from her face as she regards the bazaar and seemingly never ending hedge. She frowns, tilting her head to look up and then down either side of the growth before spotting the little animal trail to her left. She leans down, a tentative hand reaching out to brush aside some of the smaller limbs to inspect the hole. Already covered in dirt and dead leaves, she gets down on her hands and knees to peer through, still unable to see much in the pale, misty morning light that filters through the trees. She jumps as the edge of a leaf brushes roughly against the delicate skin of her forearm, her slight weight crunching the undergrowth as something stirs within the trees just beyond where she had come from earlier.
Biting her lip, Rapunzel quickly pushes her way through the small hole in the hedge, the dagger clutched tightly in her right hand.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 10:57 pm
Sairen_Songweaver ~Rapunzel~
Biting her lip, Rapunzel quickly pushes her way through the small hole in the hedge, the dagger clutched tightly in her right hand.Rapunzel finds herself in what appears to be a tunnel smoothly cut through the thicket, such a path as an animal would make to their den. In time the hollow opens to reveal a grand clearing. Shaded emerald grass undulates softly as it is caressed by the cool evening breeze, framed by the tall protective timbers surrounding the courtyard. A few hundred yards from the hedge stands what looks to be a barn. Off to the left and further along a magnificent, archaic mansion crowns grassy stretch, surrounded by a beautifully sculpted garden.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 12:35 am
Quote: A few hundred yards from the hedge stands what looks to be a barn. Off to the left and further along a magnificent, archaic mansion crowns grassy stretch, surrounded by a beautifully sculpted garden.
~Rapunzel~
Slowing her panicked speed a little, Rapunzel crawls smoothly through the surprisingly well trimmed tunnel. Nothing caught or pulled on her tattered dress, the forest floor was moist beneath her hands, but not unpleasantly so. It almost felt soothing against the cuts and scrapes that laced her hands and arms like gruesome lines of spidersilk. A sigh catches in her throat as she emerges from the tunnel into the lush, emerald surroundings.
She stands for a moment simply taking in the loveliness of where she was. The forest behind her, a pale, shadowy rendition of what stood before her. She listened, wondering if the place was truly abandoned, or whether it had an occupant? Perhaps she might take shelter for a little while... Cloistered within her lonely tower, she had read many books on etiquette and manors, and she hoped she would not make a fool of herself by asking such a favor from a complete stranger. Surely she could at least rest in their barn.
As she made her way toward the ancient structure, she couldn't help but veer toward the garden to peek at the flowers. Even in the latest hours of night before dawn broke, they shone brightly. Their shapes of such a frailty and beauty that she dared not touch them for fear of them shattering in her hands.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:26 am
Rose could handle many things. A talking, walking puppet, a talking swan...but this new person...made of tin. Her hand wrapped around a small hidden blade in her waist band. Her heart pounded a bit harder, as her fear spiked. Heaven or hell help who ever would be stupid enough to touch her right now. "My name is Rose, Rose Red."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 5:19 pm
Sairen_Songweaver ~Rapunzel~
As she made her way toward the ancient structure, she couldn't help but veer toward the garden to peek at the flowers. Even in the latest hours of night before dawn broke, they shone brightly. Their shapes of such a frailty and beauty that she dared not touch them for fear of them shattering in her hands. The garden is magnificent. Narrow paths carved of weathered stone wind their way towards the chateau, flanked by wild flowers and overgrown roses, decorated by the occasional pillar garnished with climbing ivy and thick moss. The breach in the forest canopy extends over the entirety of the courtyard, allowing the morning rays to cast a warm and welcoming brilliance upon alabaster steps leading to the grand double doors of the mansion's entryway. The stables rest a fair distance from the main building, the opposite direction of the gardens. Between the household and the stables sits an enclosed pavilion, also ornamented with wild growth, ivy, and honeysuckle. Towards the side of the manor, clearly visible from Rapunzel's stance amongst the roses, the faint sound of squeaking hinges is heard. Glancing that direction, Rapunzel notices a side service door, which also sports an even smaller animal flap, from which several large housecats are emerging. Each cat is toting a small wicker basket in its mouth, and they seem to be marching towards the stables in a rather orderly fashion.
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