I Lay Down On The Cold Ground

Evelyn Wood · 06-19-2011, 03:52 PM

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Date: June 15, 2011

Setting: Thornbury

Time: Early Evening, starting to get dark

Character Form: Optime

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[html]For Daemon. I would have gotten this up early, but got caught up with making some things for Evelyn's house on her profile, since I saw that it might be hard for others to imagine the house without something to refer to. xD

Evelyn wasn’t the one to be seen cleaning, nor was she very good at it, since she was the one usually making the mess. But now that she had a house that was full of dust, and spreading wood shavings across the floor in the main room, she finally realized after two weeks that she not only had to rebuild the old store, but also make it livable for anyone who wasn’t used to this type of setting. The hybrid had spent the entire day sweeping the first floor clean of old human debris that had long ago molded, as well as a good layer of dust, having found a bristled broom in one of the houses next door. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, while a cloth, acting as a bandana, kept her bangs out of her eyes as she swatted the last pile of dust off of the porch and into the grass, landing with a puff. Though she felt this was a day wasted, half of her couldn’t help but feel happy that she could walk on the floor without getting splinters in her feet, and the interior looked a little bit more presentably than the day before.

As she settled down on top of the counter that was nestled in the corner of the room, pushing aside the broke cash register aside; she assumed it was broken, because the empty tray wouldn’t stay closed whenever she pushed it shut, hoping it would have been a good place to hide a few things in it. The sun was already so low that she couldn’t see it, houses and trees blocking her view of the setting sun, but there was enough light outside to see inside the house, so she didn’t feel the needs to bring out some candles right away. Since it was too late to start on anything else until tomorrow, she reached over behind the counter and brought a box out of a drawer. Evelyn pushed the top off of the wooden container and dumped the contents onto the countertop: it was various little plastic human figures, even one that looked like a winged lizard with gnarled teeth and two horses, and most of them were missing one or two limbs from aging, even a few with their heads amiss. She had found the box of toys in the living room, under the moth-eaten couch as she was sweeping, and was looking over them with warmth yet pity; they were most likely a human child’s toys, and she wondered if the kid was alright, even though she was sure that the entire human race had died out. Perhaps she could one day give them to some younger Luperci, so they too could enjoy them like their former owner did.

The hybrid placed each figure up on their feet, and for the ones missing a leg, she leaned them against one who had both of his limbs. They mostly looked similar, some with different clothing than had long ago lost their color. Evelyn thought that maybe she could one day get some paint and try to renew these toys, like what she did with tools and other human things. That idea made her felt good inside, like she had another purpose, and sighed with contentment.

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Daemon Argyris · 06-27-2011, 06:56 PM

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I'm so sorry about the wait on this! My internet ran out. D: Also I really like her house icon and the map. xD It's awesomesauce.

Daemon had slept fitfully that day; his week's work was done--the belt, for the stranger who'd given him two new knives and Fion an axe. The boy had been up and about all day, setting up boards at the back of the house and practicing throwing it or chopping it. He was certain it wasn't meant for wood, but that was alright; it was Fion's axe, after all. He'd remembered something of his old life--something concerning Emil and Fane, his youngest brothers--and recalled how to care for such an axe, as well as his knives. They'd spent last night going over the cleaning and sharpening of the blades, and though fion had cut himself on the rusted metal knife, he seemed happy to be learning something new. It made Daemon wonder if, had Fion had any other options, he really would have chosen leatherworking as his craft--he seemed more warrior than crafter.

When he'd woken, close to afternoon, he'd gone over the belt again, searching for insufficiency that might make it worth less than what he'd traded it for. He was satisfied with the result; it was hardly more than paint and leather, but to Daemon it was another of his children--another of his crafts. He wrapped it carefully in cloth and set out into the night, retracing the steps he'd taken a week ago to the house of the one he'd traded with. He wondered at her name, and then decided it didn't much matter; Fion wasn't there to communicate his own, so he supposed they should both remain nameless.

Climbing the wooden steps was simple, though Daemon half-feared they'd collapse beneath him from age. That wasn't the case, and soon Daemon arrived at the door, safe and sound. He stared at it for a long moment, beneath his lighter cloak--the sun was fading, and he'd soon be completely comfortable in his own skin--and watched. For a long moment, he waited for someone to open the door--and then, realizing they probably didn't know he was there, he knocked.

Yes. That was a good idea.

Image courtesy of Watchsmart@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Evelyn Wood · 06-28-2011, 02:56 PM

[html]Its okay. Big Grin

<3 And thanks. ^^

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Evelyn was so lost in inspecting the toys, and the sudden knocking on the door surprised her. She could not recall expecting company today, nor anyone who wanted to see her. As she peered from the windows from where she sat, she saw a familiar, cloaked figure. At first, the she did not understand why Daemon was here, but then remembered with a jolt about the belt. Leaving the figures as they were, she slipped off of the counter and rushed to the door, opening it as quickly as she could without breaking its still-fragile frame. “Hey!” she greeted with a smile, and motioned with her other hand for him to come in. It was the polite thing to do, instead of Daemon to just stand out there like an unwelcomed guest.

She was excited to see the completed belt, but would not demand for it at the very moment. The she would at least let the man get comfortable, and glanced around the main room. It did not hold any chairs, which was why she was sitting on the counter, and all of the furniture was held in the other two rooms. “Come, come,” she said encouragingly, again motion with her hand to follow. If he did, she leaded him through a door that was behind the counter, and through a room that had a table and four chairs, but she did not stop there. Evelyn continued through another door, and made it to the living area. If he came after her, she gestured to all of the sitting areas─ a couch, a lounging chair that was as eaten up as the couch, and a rocking chair─ to show that he can sit in wherever he wanted to. The girl herself picked the couch, and settled herself down upon it.

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