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Lucia Marino · 11-23-2010, 11:02 PM

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Backdate this a few days, mayhaps?

Thornbury’s small, close-knit nature felt vastly different from the scattered cabins and farmland Lucia had grown up with in the Valley pack. The very nature of the eastern pack’s layout promoted idle wandering in its members by spreading them out across the territory. The small town Cercatori took over had the opposite sort of effect, keeping everyone in one place with most everything they needed and giving it a much more close-knit feel. And still the Marino girl had managed to avoid prolonged contact with many of her pack members since the days of foundation. Funny how she came here get away from that portion of her life, and instead consistently regressed into making comparisons between here and there, now and then.

Perhaps this was spurred on by the fact that the girl had taken up residence in a small wooden home not unlike the old cabin she had grown up in. She was beginning to feel more comfortable in her new home, a quaint wooden building tucked away in one corner of the town. A sturdy oldtree neighbored her on one side and ivy clung thickly to the walls and windows of her home, reflecting the close-to-nature state of the entire village. Lucia had enjoyed this look at first, but the way the climbing greenery clung so stubbornly to the windows had begun to irritate her. She finally decided to take action against it today, bracing herself against the chill of the coming season and tearing at the plants that lined one of the front windows. With some effort, she managed to gather a sizable portion of greenery at her feet. With a sigh, she moved on to the next one.

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Ouija D'Angelo · 12-22-2010, 02:59 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Fae; Sorry, it's been unusually cold where I am at (enough to actually get snow) and I'm anemic so I can't keep body heat so I've been freezing lately and unable to feel my fingers and toes. And sure we can, just give me a date and I'll see what he has happening around that time; 379 words

While a good number of the members of the pack had taken up residence in the town Ouija had stuck to living on his own in the forest. He had found a place that was tucked away from view. It was a perfect place to keep his things and set up in the way that he was most comfortable. He had an underground cave where he could keep candles lit as well as being able to write upon the walls. It had the feel of being at home in the cult. The only thing missing was the pressing of bodies close to his own. But other than that it was pretty much home, or at least as he could come to it. But he had left that behind in order to go and explore where everyone else seemed to be staying at.

He walked around without purpose at least until he saw someone. It was the female whose bad he had carried, the one who had been missing from the start of the meeting. He smiled a bit as he approached. It looked as if she was having a bit of trouble. And well, he had nothing else to do. "So this is where you have been hiding." He spoke with a bit of a chuckle as he came over to stand next to her. "Was wondering what had happened to you. If you had run off like that other female had." It was just idle conversation mostly but hey, the female was a cute one and he needed some reason to speak after all. And well he couldn't think of anything else to say. What better opening line than to let the female know that she was missed? That at least one had noticed that she had gone missing.

He reached up to help her tug down the greenery from the windows. "So you are claiming this place as your own then? Perhaps I can visit every so often and help with the up keep if you want." He figured that if he offered help then she would be more inclined to let him visit. After all who would turn away the offer for help? Turn away someone that was willing to do all of the hard labor?

Lucia Marino · 12-23-2010, 09:01 PM

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<333 Maybe the 18th or 19th then? wc:469

The girl had quite easily accepted the idea of living in the small town. She had spent her whole life living indoors. The cabin in Phoenix Valley had belonged to her family as long as she could remember, and even when she went to visit her father, she stayed within the huge manor the Dreamer's laid claim to. Despite her love of the outdoors, the idea of living entirely out in the wilderness was a foreign concept to her. Lucia had put some thought into which of the small houses she should claim within Thornbury. All of the old buildings had their charm, but this one in particular had caught her eye for its relative seclusion from the rest of the town. It was tucked away in one quiet corner where she could have her peace and not be constantly assaulted by the friendliness of neighbors.

She had done well in escaping the attention of most of her new packmates since settling in, and it almost seemed like today would be another one of those days. But her silent work of tearing down the intrusive greenery from her windows only lasted so long. As she worked to tear down a particularly stubborn vine from the window, her ears twitched as the sound of a familiar voice rang through the air. She turned to find the owner of the voice approaching, and she recognized him easily as he came to a halt next to her. It would be hard for anyone to forget this colorful creature. He had been the one to retrieve Luci's belongings when the pack first got together. Though she recognized him now, she realized that she had never learned his name. To be honest, with how withdrawn she had been of late she didn't exactly know the names of many of her pack mates at all. A half-smile crawled to her lips at his attempt at sparking a conversation between them. She simply shrugged and eyed the quaint little cabin before bringing her attention back to the multi-colored male. "I guess I've just been doing my best hermit impersonation," she said.

She nodded at his question, about to verbalize her confirmation when he continued on to offer to come by every so often to help out. The Marino hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted someone popping in to visit whenever he pleased. But he claimed that he wanted to help out, and wouldn't that just be selfish of her to keep all the work to herself? "Well, aren't you just a kind gentleman?" The words came with a laugh, and the half-smile finally developed into a full one. "And I suppose I could use the help," she continued, feigning indecision. If he was determined to visit, she would be sure to put him to work.
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