07-24-2008, 08:36 PM
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At first it was a castle, leaning slightly to the left with a half broken top. Jasper, wrinkling his nose at the way that it came out, quickly gathered his hands beneath it and scooped it up in to the wagon before going back to work. Hands worked diligently in the sand, shaping this and molding that, slapping on other handfuls of sand and form it all in to whatever came to mind. Eventually, with hands caked in sand, he lifted his head to brush away the stray pieces of hair that had fallen in to his eyes. It was then that he spotted her, just down the beach, a crazy woman with a rather large knife in her hands. Had it not been for that moment that he looked up it was likely that he would have never even known she was there. Without the use of his nose, it was dangerous for him to be out alone, and this was exactly the reason why. Wide-eyed, they younger male could only stare at the cloaked figure, feeling a shiver of fright immediately take him. Was he close enough to the lands to call out and have someone hear him? Likely not, but he was perhaps close enough to make it there if he ran for it. Jasper was to his feet in an instant, eyes lingering on the figure until the moment that he turned away to run. Instead of it going how he planned, of course, the very first step that he took was caught by the wagon, causing him to trip and fall, landing face first in to the sand. |