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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 6:54 pm
Wren's Childhood Home
Having been left the way it was when Wren left to join the military, the empty house sits shadowy and vacant,
windows layered so thickly with dust that it's nearly impossible to see through them. However, the majority of the family's belongings still remain untouched.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 2:14 pm
 [Wren Harbinger]
As the two approached the path up to the front door of the old house, Wren released Elin's hand and slowed her pace to a stop, standing with her arms limp at her sides and gazing up at the fading yellow paint adorning the structure. Her throat tightened and she immediately began to take breaths in through her nose to calm the muscles. She wouldn't cry over something like this.
"Well, it's not much," she said, loud enough to reach the other girl over the sound of the pouring rain. "But it's home." she swallowed, pacing forward around the left corner of the house where the lemon tree still stood. "Back should still be unlocked," she called, gesturing for the redhead to follow.
Tangled weeds reached around the boards of the back porch, which was now blanketed with crunchy brown leaves from the oak tree that loomed over the back half of the house. Wren kicked some away as she approached the large wooden door and paused with her hand on the knob, breathing calmly again through her nose. She was shaking a little, still a little torn over going back in the house. It had been a long time since she'd stepped foot inside, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to unveil all the memories that would come with returning to the place she lost her family.
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ooc; orz me and my long posts *falls over* gomennasai
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StaroftheBazaar Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 5:44 pm
Elin DeraWhat am I missing?
There must've been some money that flowed through the family, if they could've afforded the paint. Being a previous house...connoisseur, she could figure that much out as she swiftly followed after Wren, keeping one hand or both hands on the wall as frequently as she could manage. "Having a home must be nice, I imagine." The shrubbery in back seemed somewhat aggressive, and she felt an urge in her chest to snip them. Elin kicked angrily at some of the leaves on her way up, then put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Hey, it's your choice..." They didn't absolutely have to go in her house, there were other places to stay.
OoC: It's like...February to August. That's the spacing. Just please don't be angry with my short responses.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 5:57 pm
[Wren Harbinger]
Wren nodded, tossing a small smile over her shoulder at the other girl. "Well, I hadn't considered coming back until today," She she said softly, turning back to push the door open, having to use a little more force than she remembered, probably due to the swelling of the wood from weathering. The back door opened into the kitchen, which contained a small dining table with four chairs and a dusty counter below a set of even dustier cabinets. The large window above the water basin on the counter was covered by a thin, pale pink curtain she assumed her grandmother had sewn.
Stepping in and escaping the rain, she pulled the door further open and moved aside to let Elin in. "Should be some candles," she murmured, hesitantly walking to push the drapery open and using the dim light from the window and door to look through the cabinet, retrieving two large white candles. "I guess it's a good thing I left this place the way it was," she said, setting them on the table and digging around in her damp satchel to retrieve a pack of matches, swiftly lighting one and igniting both of the candles.
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ooc; it doesn't bother me a bit, don't worry! i'm just so wordsy i cant help it sometimes haha
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StaroftheBazaar Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 8:53 pm
Elin DeraWhat am I missing?
A glint came into her eye as she walked in and spotted the dust caked on, well, everything. In spite of it probably being haunting for Wren, Elin saw the place as cozy, and the musty smell of the air wasn't entirely awful. But she just wanted to clean everything. "Ah, probably." She stepped in a bit cautiously at first, like an awkward guest who didn't know what was okay to do. "Do you have a fireplace here?" If they didn't get by some heat, they'd probably both catch colds, even if they huddled against one another.
OoC: I should have fallen asleep early when I had the chance x_x
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 3:16 pm
[Wren Harbinger]
Wren picked one of the lit candles up and turned to move toward the arched doorway across from the back door. There was a large fireplace in the living room, and she was willing to bet there was still some wood piled up on the bricks. "Yeah, follow me," she called, snatching a cloth from the countertop as she passed into the other room. She walked around the couch and sat the candle down in the center of the coffee table atop a pile of faded drawings she must have done at least seven or eight years prior.
Indeed, there was some wood left from before. She picked up two of the smaller logs and tossed them into the fireplace, ash rising at the impact for a moment and dusting over the bricks that surrounded. Pulling a bit of paper from beneath the candle and lighting the corner, the brunette leaned down and placed the burning paper gently between the logs, which slowly started to catch.
"Sorry it's kind of a mess," she sighed, pulling off her jacket and tossing it across the back of the small brown loveseat that faced the fireplace. "However, make yourself at home." She recalled that her mother had kept a personal supply of alcohol in one of the cabinets in the kitchen and padded back into the other room to find it.
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ooc; sorry i wasn't on yesterday, i had a night class and ended up passing out as soon as i got home, haha. ;_;
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StaroftheBazaar Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:11 pm
Elin DeraWhat am I missing?
Following Wren around, Elin watched closely but stepped up as soot threatened to get on her clothes. As much as it could come off as offensive, there was some in-build 'don't get dirty' setting in her. Which was tough, in a world where going for long periods of time without bathing tended to be the norm for many.
Realizing that the light fabric of her jacket wasn't really of use anymore, she followed suit and stripped it off, ditching the light coat on the couch, not really thinking about how she had worn a black bra for some reason today, and how the white shirt the ginger was wearing was probably semi-transparent right now. Blissfully ignorant, she crouched in front of the flames.
OoC: Aww, that's alright. S'not like I'll start shouting UNACCEPTABLE!!!!
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:28 pm
[Wren Harbinger]
Wren returned from the kitchen, a large unopened bottle of scotch and two glasses she'd wiped clean tucked securely beneath her arms. "I'm willing to bet my old clothes would fit you, I was actually pretty short when I was younger." she laughed. "Do you want something dry to put on?"
Elin seemed like she felt somewhat out of place, carefully padding around in her soaked clothes. Wren sat down on the loveseat across from the redhead, and set the glasses on the table, sliding one over toward her. She opened the bottle of amber colored liquid and carefully poured a small amount into her glass. "Drink?" she asked, wet hair still stuck against her forehead and nose, before quickly downing what she had poured. She knew she would be a nervous wreck if she didn't do something about it, so she hummed absently as she poured another drink for herself.
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ooc; #edited because i was half asleep when i replied earlier and i realized it was super short and the grammar was sorta bad haha
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StaroftheBazaar Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 7:51 pm
Elin DeraWhat am I missing?
"Hm, I think any clothes would work." The ginger stood, turning to the voice to spot Wren holding booze. "I suppose one more cup wouldn't hurt..." She reached out and took the glass with her nimble fingers, not particularly thinking about the possibility of them behaving in ways they might not usually behave, and perhaps doing things they would grow to regret. In spite of all they said, they were still acquaintances. Elin was never really one to put too much stock into consequences, though.
OoC: oh dear
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 8:02 pm
[Wren Harbinger]
Wren nodded, pushing herself up wearily as her ankles protested beneath her weight, causing her to waver somewhat as she stood. Sighing and steadying herself, she retreated through the small door at the other side of the room that lead to her old bedroom. Her brother and mother had shared the other small bedroom, leaving her with a room to herself.
Upon entering the mostly vacant room, she watched her feet as she approached the closed, pushing the folding door to the side and examining the artifacts of her past for a moment before snatching a white sweater and quickly replacing her soaked button-up with it, leaving the discarded shirt on the floor. She peered back into the closet, deciding on a loose yellow long sleeve for Elin.
As quickly as she could manage, not wanting to spend any more time in the room, she returned to the living room and sat back down, holding the shirt out to her acquaintance, whom she hoped was not too uncomfortable here. "You can change in there, if you want," she noted, pointing to the door she had passed through.
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StaroftheBazaar Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 8:34 pm
Elin DeraWhat am I missing?
"Maybe we should fill a bucket with the cold rain water for you to soak your ankles." She mused, almost to herself. Three things seemed evident: Wren's ankles hurt, probably from walking around and wandering too much. Second, she was clearly conflicted about being here. And third, she might be drunk. Elin felt a little proud over her investigative abilities.
With this pride, she decided to celebrate with her first, and large, sip of scotch. It was much hotter than she'd expected, causing her to open her mouth and fan it a little with her free hand, then proceeded to rub the front of her neck.
She smiled a little as Wren sat, putting a hand to the wall as she vigorously shook her head, making her crimson-looking hair into a mini sprinkler. Following this, she set down her cup on the table and took the shirt. One thing she'd never really cared too much about was modesty, and now that was right out the window. "Pff, I'm fine." Elin set down the shirt gently and started to unbutton her top pretty much right in front of Wren.
OoC: Elin, nooo. Eliiiin.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 9:21 pm
[Wren Harbinger]
Wren, who was more than used to changing clothes around others, was only somewhat taken aback by Elin's lack of modesty. For one thing, she was a soldier of sorts as well, and had probably had to go through rigorous training courses that included being crammed into living facilities with tons of other trainees just as the Training Corps was. And, of course, they had both had a considerable amount to drink by now.
She thought over Elin's quietly presented suggestion to help Wren's ankles, and suddenly felt guilty for having shown through. She didn't want to appear weak. "Ah, I just need to stay off my feet for a bit. It's a good thing the kind of fighting I do doesn't exactly require being able to stand," she joked, throwing in a wink as she leaned down, chest pressing against her knees as she carefully pulled her feet from her boots and folded one over the other, placing them beside the couch.
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StaroftheBazaar Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 9:41 pm
Elin DeraWhat am I missing?
As she finally finished fumbling with the buttons on her shirt and the blouse plopped to the ground, the reason for her feeling heavy back at the tavern before became extremely apparent with all the muscle tone on her wire-y yet short build. Her one-wing necklace sat just above the joint in between the two cups of all she now had on.
But, before too long, she recalled that there was a reason she'd taken off her shirt, and picked up the yellow one before her, lifting it up over her head and raising her arms to let it fall onto her. It was loose, but she couldn't care less about that. "The way you were talking earlier, I wouldn't be surprised if you'd been walking all day. Your ankles will just get swollen if you leave them be." Elin picked up her drenched, cold blouse and crouched right in front of Wren, wobbling slightly before wrapping the shirt around her ankles. "There." She stood up a bit too quickly, causing her to spin around and plop down right next to her drenched fellow soldier.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 3:09 pm
[Wren Harbinger]
Wren sighed, resting against the soft cushion of the couch with her head leaned back over the top. Eyes closed, she listened to the soft rustling of clothing and heavy plop of what she supposed was Elin's wet shirt hitting the ground. She remembered her feet not reaching the ground when she sat on this couch, and it was strange now to have her knees poised above the edge of the seat, feet planted firmly on the ground. She opened her eyes and stared up at the wood paneling on the ceiling until Elin spoke up.
The implication of Wren having wandered around all day wasn't incorrect, nor would it have been wrong the day before, or the past hundred, maybe two hundred days before. It was all she did outside of expeditions, other than wait around the training grounds for someone to spar with.
She sat up to find that the redhead had changed as she suspected, and was now fixating her discarded wet shirt around Wren's thin ankles. Her expression softened and she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees and look down at her thin, pale feet contrasting so heavily against the dark floorboards. As the other girl wobbled a bit and fell onto the couch beside her, Wren smiled a little and leaned back to her previous position, looking at the ceiling.
"Thanks," she said softly.
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StaroftheBazaar Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 4:09 pm
Elin DeraWhat am I missing?
"Mmm." Elin nodded a little, leaning back. It was a pretty comfortable sofa, and now she had a dry shirt, so her body could start to feel warm by itself and with the heat of the scotch. Her head slid across the cushion a little closer to Wren, looking up. "Exciting ceiling, huh?" She could only hope that a little teasing might make the brunette feel slightly more comfortable in her familiar environment.
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