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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2018 11:22 pm
 H.R. Harkonnen
Harlan spent a significant amount of time searching the cabin for some kind of outlet. Of course, he couldn't count on tree-people involving themselves with wiring the place for anything more than basic electricity. He had pressed himself against several of the walls, feeling inch by inch along the panels of wood, knocking several times to feel a spot where he might find the mother-load of internet connectivity. His face became forlorn as he resigned himself to not finding anything. The features were that of an indignant and defeated young man. He staggered his stance, placing one leg slightly in front of the other one. He looked down at the black leather of his shoes, noting that there was a stray insect crawling across it. "No," he said loudly and distinctly before flicking it with a finely-manicured nail. It sailed across the room and landed out of sight. He sighed in disgust as he pulled out his pocket square and polished the part of the shoe which the insect had touched. "Should bulldoze the place and put up a shopping mall."
He straightened and walked towards a window as he heard someone coming. They were light on their feet so it wasn't the army reject coming to give him a thrashing for throwing away paper on the ground. No, it was someone more dainty, much more pleasing to look at...even if she was a b***h. As she spoke, she did so in a manner which was meant to get his attention -- and get his attention she did. He spun around, ready to give her hell for besmirching crumpets before he froze in place. She let a large lump of her collected saliva and mucus collect in a pool of the bill he threw earlier. He then let out the mother of all shrieks when she did the unthinkable by slapping it squarely on his forehead. "Colonist pig-whore!" He screamed while swiping at the bill which caused the mucus to smear across his forehead and down the side of his face. "Bleach-blonde yank-slut from hell!" He pulled out his pocket as he stumbled backwards against the wall, forgetting that it had touched the same surface as an insect seconds before. He did the best he could to clean her vile essence from his face but his agitated state made his efforts futile at best. He pushed past her as best as he could muster and made his way into the main room of the cabin.
In the connected kitchen area, he saw a petite brunette with vibrant green eyes rummaging through the cupboards. He was incensed that he hadn't quite made sense of her words so he simply made a face of disgust at her and continued out of the door. He needed a shower so hot that he could melt the flesh from his face.
[+] LOCATION: The spooky cabin in the woods
[+] COMPANY: Mutant freaks
[+] OOC: --
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2018 12:01 pm
Break my bones, I don't care
All I ever wanted was a body to share
Heart's gone cold, Brush ran dry
Satellite searching for a sign of life
Like you...
 
The tears in your eyes
Someday will dry
We fight for our lives
'Cause everything's on the line
This time
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2018 7:07 pm
 
He… knocked. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, her hands found the back pockets of her cut-offs as she tried to figure out just why he thought someone would answer when they had rented this lot for the weekend. Maybe he intended for Luci to greet him like a butler? Shrugging off the daggers he shot at her, her features transformed into a more kittenish appearance as she told him she was pretty sure that the pretty brunette who had just disappeared inside hadn’t locked the portal behind her. Pulling out her hands from the depths of her pockets, she reached around him and twisted the knob to swing the door open.
He threw a wad of green paper at her feet, and Mik took a step back, a confused frown knitting her brows. Hitting the tree might have been an accident, but why so callously litter? Kneeling down, she swept up the wad of paper and headed inside, deciding that she’d would be the responsible person and dispose of his trash, not caring if he followed her in or not.
Mikeala didn’t miss the Luci’s contemplative gaze when she stepped inside, no doubt confused as to why anyone would knock. Hooking a thumb back towards him, she shrugged. “I don’t think he knows how doorknobs work.” She said in a mock whisper.
Citing Roland getting firewood, Mik’s anticipation for s’mores caused her mouth to water. Happy that her fellow brunette shared her excitement, she beamed. “Hopefully it won’t take long to get the fire started.” Admittedly, she didn’t have a whole lot of experience building one… but Roland at least looked handy enough to get the job done.
HR mostly ignored them, sweeping his finger across the window sill to inspect for dirt. One eyebrow climbed toward her hairline, wondering just why this guy would agree to a trip that was so obviously beneath him. Deciding he’d come here for extra credit, she had to wonder if he’d think the added points to his grades were worth it. “Everything up to code?” She asked poignantly, keeping a straight face when she added the next. “Sir?”
"Christ, what do people even do out here?"
“Well, usually people come out here to get rid of their addiction and stress that comes from technology.” She shrugged her shoulders before adding, “I’m going to assume that you’re sleeping inside.”
Biting the inner part of her cheek, Mikaela wrestled with the urge to snicker as the poison generator answered the question and made a few guesses for how he planned to spend his weekend. Tossing a grin in her friend’s direction, her long brown hair swayed with the motion. “I don’t think he knows how to camp…”
“Or how to throw away his trash, apparently.” Unclenching her fist to reveal his garbage to the poison generator, chocolate-hued eyes widened, making it nigh impossible to mask her shock as she noted the numbers on the corner of the bill. Her mouth fell agape momentarily. Had he… just thrown… Holy cow!
“Did you mean to drop this?” A hundred bucks… just so cavalierly disposed of at her feet. Surely he wanted this, right? $100 would pay for like, three of her meds at wholesale prices. She asked, swinging back to face him as he inspected the window sill for dirt. Her hand outstretched with the bill for him to reclaim, she leaned back so that she could take in the kitchen as Luci rummaged through the cabinets.
The green-eyed girl mentioned foraging and having her taste test anything first, and the European girl couldn’t help but agree. “I wish my abilities were useful for these kinds of things…” She said, paying the shy girl a compliment. She might have continued, but Justice appeared inside then, calling Harlan ‘Lord of Crumpets’ in a spectacular fashion as she handed him a different hundred dollar bill.. To his face.
He shrieked in disgust, dishing out multiple colorful names in a deluge of anger. Her mouth made a circular “O” shape as she whispered “Wow” aloud. Laughter crept into her countenance, shoulders shaking as the man stormed out of the cabin in a huff.
A smirk played in her expression, humor eliciting a warmth in her eyes. “I really wish I had a camera for that…” Because that? That had been ******** gold.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2018 9:18 am
 Location: Woods
Company: Tori She'd gotten a lot of nicknames over the years but "Junifer" was definitely one of the more... creative ones. When she'd first heard Tori call her by that name, she was convinced the girl was just mispronouncing "Juniper". She had to remind the redhead that her name was Juniper-like-the-tree, not Junifer... like whatever the hell that was. It took a moment for Juniper to realize what she thought was a mispronunciation was actually her roomie's rather affectionate little nickname for her.
So upon hearing that oddly endearing name, she smiled and playfully poked Tori in the arm. "It's inevitable," She said with a smirk. "We do share a room and you do sleep just a few feet from me. It would be hard for you not to rub off on me. Your Tori-ness is contagious."
She followed her roommate into the forest and playfully joked about finding magic mushrooms. "So, if we find shrooms in this forest... and that's a big if... you think we can dope up Sir High-And-Mighty and see what kind of interesting person he becomes?" It was a joke, of course, but from her brief observation of that guy, she thought he'd be an amusing target.
"He doesn't seem like he's here voluntarily. My guess is someone is punishing him by sending him here for a weekend. So let's give him a fun time." Another joke. But June wasn't exactly against her ideas. She'd do it if Tori was on board.
They went back to the topic of camping and she casually mentioned the possibility of cuddling if they were to sleep in a tent. She didn't miss the flirty tone that came from her roommate but decided to play dumb with her responses. "Oh, I know it'll get cold out here. I checked the weather before we headed out and it's supposed to get pretty chilly. Gotta trust the weatherman!" But she had no intention of killing the mood. She simply wanted to see Tori's reaction.
"Wouldn't it be nice to wrap ourselves in blankets and stargaze with some cocoa?" She closed the gap between them so there was only an inch of space between the two women. Then staring into Tori's eyes, she said, "And we can get real close."
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