it will be fun they said [r]

[pidge01]

Well screw him, James wasn't gonna go saying he was lost so quick.

“So quick” amounted to near an hour stumbling around in a forest but, man, the rancher could quantify that time spent on rational grounds and he'd damn himself for trying to think otherwise. He hadn't braved-- uh, explored the expanse of Quercus woods in his time on the island at all. there were reasons to. A real convincing reason was that a certain inherited farm with, uh he couldn't really lie about it now, rotting, decaying barns wasn't exactly gonna go cutting down trees itself to go rebuilding itself. Neither were the funds for that gonna appear from nowhere, huh?

But he was keeping it positive! Even stuck in a forest for a lot longer than he would have liked - except, y'know, almost immediately reprimanding himself for calling it stuck because he was still moving on, right? So it wasn't quite the word because he was definitely PASSING trees. It was kinda hard to say whether they were different trees as he slowly got deeper into the forest or whether it was just the same trees again and again and again but, remember, he was keeping it positive right here.

So, when James sighed it wasn't with EXASPERATION, it was for readying himself for the YOUTHFUL VIGOUR of CONTINUED FOREST EXPLORATION. Which was FUN. Trudging about in sneakers that looked like they'd been through mud hell when he feet were as tired as heck but he wasn't gonna complain. Setting forward more, hands removing from pockets into something trying to excite MOVEMENT out of himself he moved along.

There had to be something somewhere!!!

So when something did come into view, man, angelic sprites chorusing down and chords from the Harvest Goddess herself would have been so fitting. The sight of a clearing through the trees set him off at first but when seeing there was actually something there - victory! It wasn't an exit but there was definitely something other than foliage in this place. The thought of being any kind of letdown didn't even cross his mind right then. Good thing too, because as he got closer it seemed to be getting better - it was a hut it was a place where a thing could live.

There was basically a skip in his step as he moved towards the door - harder than you'd think in terrible baggy pants and the immense amount of layers he'd seemed to be wearing, but years of trained experience in wearing things that exposed his boxers the blonde was simply used to it! He did lurch to a halt at the door. Being struck by a moment of fear. Polite fear over one question: how'd you go about approaching a hut in the middle of the forest, anyway?

Knocking! Knocking could never be construed as wrong or immoral or just plain impolite, obviously, best go with that first! So lifting one hand, rattling his knuckles against the door. Pretty enthusiastically, too. Maybe that's why the door slowly started moving open at the force. He jerked away himself at the movement, startled that it actually opened from that. And inside the hut it was… Empty?

“Uh, hello?” it wouldn't be too improper to head in, would it? What if something was up? His steps were pretty wearing in as he looked around and started, “Anybody?”

[malcorvus]

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call me when you need me

call me anything you want

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border-radius: 10px; text-align: justify;"] At the sight of the state of the hut, most people probably would have turned right around and walked right back out. It fit every definition of creepy-probably-haunted-or-at-least-housing-a-slasher-flick-serial-killer house there could be. The room that the creaky front door lead into was dark with almost no light. Candles sat abandoned on a variety of tables and other surfaces, and whatever light did decide to grace the room was coming from slits and cracks in the old wooden shutters. A layer of dust had settled over pretty much every surface, and cobwebs could be found in almost every crevice. All in all, the place looked deserted.

The wooden floors creaked underneath the man's feet with each step in this seemingly-forsaken building. A mouse that had been poking around the floor gave a squeak and scurried away quickly at the sudden intruder, abandoning a few strange-looking ingredients that littered the ground around a dark wooden table. Scattered on it were an assortment of odd tools as well as old, worn books laying open, their pages yellowed considerably with age.

If one were to stick around the place long enough for their eyes to adjust and get a good look around, they would probably wonder what half of this stuff even was, and why on earth someone had put it all in a run-down hut in the middle of the woods. At least half of it would be unrecognizable to the average mortal eye. It was all incredibly odd, and possibly intriguing if that was your thing.

Meanwhile, while James was getting a good look around the strange place, a figure stirred in a bed that had been placed in a small room adjacent to the larger one he was in. A raven-haired girl poked her head out from under the covers, green eyes blinking sleepily in the dark. There was a pause, then she heard another creak. A wide grin soon found itself on her face, and in a heartbeat the girl had silently slipped out of bed and pushed her bedroom door opened a little to peek out.

Sure enough, there was someone standing there in the other room, his back turned to her. The girl nearly jumped up and down in excitement. No one ever visited her out here! Who was this mysterious person, she wondered. Well, she was about to find out.

Silently, the girl slipped out from the bedroom, and was about to rush right over to him before she noticed that the front door had been left open. That was nothing new really; the door was so old that a strong enough breeze could send it flying open, and though Mallory had meant to fix it, she just couldn't find the right spell for it. Her last attempt nearly set the whole thing on fire, so she decided not to try again until she was sure the spell was right. (You could still see a scorch mark on the corner if you looked hard enough.)

Bare feet padding quietly across the floor -- years of living int he house plus her small, light frame made her able to move across the floor without it making much noise -- the girl placed one hand on the door and pushed it closed. It gave off a loud creeeeak before thudding shut rather ominously, engulfing the room in even more darkness than before.

Grinning an almost mad grin, Mallory turned towards her guest.

"Hello! Well, this is really a surprise, I don't get many visitors out here..."[/div]

587 words • listening to: imagine dragons - it's time

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[pidge01]

He'd walked into a right horror movie. James had been getting his hopes up but this was just plain betrayal of any hope of people being around.

That meant several more hours wondering around in the forest but that wasn't what james was scared of at that moment. Man, he tried to think of a better word than that but the candles, the whole totally abandoned thing? This was not going well. This was a a whole set up for a slasher flick that he'd rather play no part of; could those even take in places like this? When he thought about it the whole “quaint farming hamlet in the middle 'a' nowhere with a shack out in the woods” plot was seeming more plausible around here but the optimistic part of him was drowning that out with any attempt to divert the situation.

Squeaks of a mouse got sounds out of him that were a couple of octaves above his normal and he almost lost balance when he turned in a muddled attempt to get both a look at it and away. At least it had had the same thing in mind. Eyes following it he realised it came to a table which was a little comforting after being unsettled like that. Since when looking around, even in the dim light, you'd notice there were books on that table.

Serial killers or real horrible monsters didn't read, right? Unless they were books on serial killing or being real horrible monsters, James supposed.

Didn't hurt to go checking the subject matter, right? Taking his cautious steps forward James' eyes were focused on the floor mostly. It'd save him and other mice the decency of having the wildly scamper away from each other if he could avoid him and anything else right dodge looking on the floor. He'd never been a person so good on his feet but for once he seemed to be okay for those couple of seconds.

Lifting one of the tomes he made an effort to be careful but barely anything was visible let alone legible in this kinda lighting. He leant for a moment against the table, too, but immediately made groan as he felt the amount of dust on that thing. Attention diverting from the book cover to his hand he lifted it back off, quickly wiping it on his shirt as he attempted to keep alert and--

At that thought the door was creaking shut and James spun around, this time losing balance. The book was dropped with a massive thump and he steadied himself on the table, the dust now the least of his worries. Even though it was darker he could definitely make out the figure and at her words?

Nervous laughter.

“Oh man,” it was relief-but-not-quite-relief. He could see that smile. She was small but it was terrifying and he said, with added effort for his politeness, “I just can't imagine why. Out here? I mean, that's just rude.”

“Maybe if you had a light… Or somethin' like that,” as soon as he said it it seemed James immediately regretted it. Trying to backtrack he added panicked, “Just sayin'. I mean, that's just my opinion, it's nothin' big, no.”

[malcorvus]

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call me when you need me

call me anything you want

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border-radius: 10px; text-align: justify;"]If Mallory realized just how terrified poor James was, she didn't show it. Instead, she kept grinning, walking up to him. Really, during normal circumstances, she didnt look frightening at all. Mal was a bit on the short side, and right now she was wearing some worn flanel pajamas that were just a little too big on her. Her long dark hair was still a mess from sleeping on it, and hung in her face a little so it was difficult to see her eyes, as if it had been a while since they were introduced to a pair of scissors.

"Light?" she repeated, blinking a bit, then nodded. "Right! It is a little dark in here, isn't it? Sorry, I don't like too much light when I'm sleeping. Hold on."

Brushing her long bangs from her eyes, the little witch pulled her sleeves up a little before holding her bare hands up. Her eyes closed, and her brow knitted together as if she was concentrating on something really hard. Muttering something quietly and quickly under her breath, she finally opened her eyes and gave a sweep of her arms.

All around them, candles suddenly burst into life, the flames climbing high for a moment before returning to their normal shapes. Her arms still up, Mallory paused, green eyes glancing around the room a little warily before she grinned again.

"It worked! Excellent!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down a little in excitement. "I was a bit worried something might catch fire, but it totally worked!"[/div]

256 words • listening to: all time low - remembering sunday

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