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Post by Leland Rhee on Mar 23, 2013 14:24:23 GMT -8
He had never seen so many beds before! And in one room at that. When he had set off from the farm, he had never expected to be so easily accepted into some strange settlement, and he definitely never expected to have sleep so, well, close to people. There wasn't much space between each bed--or cot as he had heard someone say--was very limited, but at least there was room to walk. Besides, he didn't need to walk when he was already on one, sitting with his legs crossed and feet tucked underneath him.
Dark eyes observed the new area, skimming over cots, some clean and other a mess, bags, walls, and anything else in between. There weren't many people in the barracks right now, probably all working or just simply elsewhere. He should probably get to work as well, but... A scout? Really? He didn't know anything about being a scout, and if it meant danger then... He sighed, falling backwards and allowing his legs to untangle themselves. He did want an adventure. Leave the folks, go exploring, find your adventure. He wasn't going to last a week.
Next time--if there is a next time--he is going to listen to every word his father says. Don't do this! Don't go there! He really should have listened before he left. A hand came up, combing back bleach blond bangs before pausing. He really should do something. At least go make, uh, friends? Friends would be nice in a place like this. He should also go see what the hell being a scout meant. But, uhg, this cot was more comfortable than it looked. That might just be from a few weeks of riding around on a horse, though. He might as well just lay there for now. It seemed like the easiest action at the moment. Work could wait.
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Post by Dryad Redleaf on Mar 24, 2013 13:23:08 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 25px; background-color: #552e55; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8pt; color: #bae1e7; width: 400px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px;] YOU DON'T NEED NO MEMORY | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 400px; padding: 20px; border-left: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; border-right: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 90%; text-transform: lowercase;] "You must be the new kid!"
Dryad had been at the Base for over a week now, and she was enjoying finding her way around. She was supposed to be working, but watching plants grow got boring awfully fast. She had heard there was someone new around, so she set out to find him. It didn't turn out to be very difficult. He was right where she'd expected: in the barracks.
The first thing she noticed about him was that he was definitely good looking. His blond hair was obviously bleached, but he had irresistible, dark eyes. She smiled and walked the rest of the way into the room to greet him. "Hi, my name's Dryad. Who are you?" She couldn't resist making new friends, especially with good-looking boys. Without thinking, her demeanor changed when she was around a boy she was interested in. She smiled more and brighter, always kept her body pointed towards him, and paid almost no attention to her surroundings. She didn't glance around to see if there was anyone else in the barracks; she probably wouldn't have noticed them if they were right next to her.
she flashed him another smile. "I can show you around if you want," she offered. A rational person would get to know someone before jumping into things, but, well, Dryad wasn't always rational. For all she knew, this guy could be an insane criminal, but he was cute and that was really all that mattered to her. And, honestly, she probably wasn't the best person to be doing a tour. She'd only been there a week herself. An older Resident would be far more knowledgeable. But even if someone else offered, she'd probably tag along anyway. This was way better than being stuck in the garden all day.
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Post by Leland Rhee on Mar 26, 2013 15:02:16 GMT -8
He jolted up, eyes wide as a woman's voice sliced through the silence that had settled in the barracks. While he was thinking to himself, he hadn't noticed anyone enter the room. Of course, covering his eyes with his arm did not help his case. Quickly blinking his eyes, he waiting for the black dots clouding his vision from sitting up so fast to disappear. As the dark spots faded into oblivion, he glanced around, looking for the source of the voice. It didn't take him long to find the source seeing how the girl was one of the only other people in the barracks.
He shifted around, smoothing down the wrinkles on his shirt and the cot in an attempt to make himself a little more presentable rather than looking like a gun-shy dog during hunting season. He bit down on the inside of his lip, attentively listening to the stranger. Erm, well, not a stranger. He had a name now--Dryad--so she wasn't a stranger anymore. Acquaintance. There we go! Dryad sure was a strange name... For a girl, at least. He should probably give his name as well. "I'm, uh, Leland." Damn, he was stuttering.
Inwardly scolding himself, he almost missed what was offered to him. A tour of sorts? The boy blinked a couple of times, shifting around uncomfortably on his cot. So much for smoothing out the wrinkles on the blanket. "I--" he started, gulping. "Well, I..." He paused, shaking his head. There was no way he was going to turn down an offer like that. Some random woman giving him a tour. That didn't seem odd at all! Besides, he really needed to figure out where things were. If it took him forever to find the Piano Room, he was better off getting all the help he could get. "I'd love that." He finally flashed a smile at Dryad, silently praising himself for keeping his voice level without any stutters that time.
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Post by Dryad Redleaf on Mar 31, 2013 18:21:01 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 25px; background-color: #552e55; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8pt; color: #bae1e7; width: 400px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px;] YOU DON'T NEED NO MEMORY | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 400px; padding: 20px; border-left: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; border-right: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 90%; text-transform: lowercase;]She giggled quietly at how jumpy he was. Most of the boys around the Base seemed hardened to the outside world, neither jumpy nor nervous. This one, though, seemed almost frightened of her. He carefully smoothed out his shirt as if needing to impress her. Dryad herself didn't care too much for her appearance. She spent plenty of time taking care of animals and plants; there was no point fussing over how nice her shirt looked. She found a good smile worked far better than worrying about wrinkles.
"Nice to meet you, Leland," she replied with a pleasant smile. She found herself waiting for what he was saying next. Did he not want a tour? Perhaps this boy preferred to be left aloneā¦ "I'd love that," he said, surprising her. Dryad beamed, enjoying his smile. In her mind, a smile like that was practically an open invitation. She giggled again and grabbed his hand. "C'mon!"
She pulled him out of the room and down the hall. "Obviously we sleep in this building. There's a few single or double rooms, but you have to be here longer to get those." She shot him a sly smile, thinking of all the benefits to a having a single room. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't been there nearly long enough to have even a double room. Plus, she was always neglecting her job, which didn't always make her very popular with some of the stricter Residents. They passed a room at the end of the hall with its door wide open. It looked darker somehow, even though Dryad knew it was exactly the same as the other double rooms. "That's the sick room," she said in a quieter voice, taking a small step closer to him as if afraid. "Someone told me lots of people have died in there." She shuddered and turned away, no longer faking. Haunted or not, the sick room creeped her out.
The girl tugged him down a short flight of stairs and outside. The spring air was faintly cold, and some overhead clouds threatened rain. Dryad stopped and looked back at Leland. "Which should we see first? The mess hall or the garden? Oooh, or the mine?"
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Post by Leland Rhee on Mar 31, 2013 19:29:31 GMT -8
He let out a completely manly yelp as his hand was suddenly grabbed and he was tugged off of his cot. The boy stumbled, failing the first few short moments to regain his balance. He wasn't the best at keeping on his feet, and something told him he would need to work on his footing for his new job. Shaking his head, he allowed himself to be dragged around the cots and out of the main room of the barracks. There wasn't an ounce of protest from him, other than a squeak or grunt here or there if he began to lag behind, only to be pulled forward from the girl's grip on his hand.
He quietly followed after, attempting to glance around to see his surroundings and listen at the same time. Double rooms? Single rooms? That must be nice. It would take him a long time to be able to earn such a room, but he would absolutely love it when he did. It would be a lot quieter, and he would have room to breath. Leland blinked, snapping out of his thoughts when Dryad stopped in front of an open door. He had to slam on the breaks in order to keep himself from slamming into the girl or anything else.
Dark eyes peeked into the sick room, quickly soaking up what he could. Death? Illness? This room was not a place he wanted to be in. His muscles tensed as a tremble shot up his spine as though he had been buffed by a cold wind. This was definitely a place he never wanted to end up in. Before he could open his mouth to question the room, he was already being tugged down a flight of stairs. It amazed him that he didn't stumble and fall down like he would under any normal circumstance, but being awestruck could come later.
Mess hall? He already saw that on his way to the piano room. It wasn't anything special, but he hoped the food was halfway decent. A garden seemed more his style, and the mine... No. Just... No. Turning his gaze towards the girl, he finally allowed himself to speak. "The garden would be nice."
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Post by Dryad Redleaf on Mar 31, 2013 21:09:12 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 25px; background-color: #552e55; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8pt; color: #bae1e7; width: 400px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px;] YOU DON'T NEED NO MEMORY | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 400px; padding: 20px; border-left: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; border-right: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 90%; text-transform: lowercase;] The boy didn't really respond to her much, did he? not only did he refrain from commenting on her tour, he seemed completely obvious to the fact that she was interested in him beyond simple curiosity. In fact, all he did was follow along behind her and look around somewhat sheepishly. Dryad didn't mind if a boy was a little naive, but she wasn't used to working hard for attention. While her face was turned away, she frowned faintly.
Nonetheless, she didn't release his hand for a second.
"The garden would be nice," he replied without the charm he'd spoken with before. Man, this guy must be shy! Still, Dryad's face light up with another bright smile. "That's where I work," she told him as if revealing a previous secret. Then she tugged on his hand again and headed for the garden, this time at a slightly slower pace because the boy seemed uncertain of what his feet were doing.
The gardens weren't as fantastic as he was probably hoping. They weren't decorative at all, but entirely functional. Sprouts were coming up here and there in tiny rows. The pens for the goats and the chickens were to the south. Stray wildflowers and weeds were growing here and there outside of the plowed areas. There weren't any actual vegetables yet and probably wouldn't be for another month or more. By the time actual summer came around, they'd have plenty to eat, though.
"I'm a gardener," she told Leland. "But they don't let me work with the plants," she admitted, blushing faintly in embarrassment. "I think I killed too many on accident." Then a smile broke over her face again. "Instead I work with the chickens. Do you wanna see?" She let go of his hand for the time being, and walked for the chicken pen. Her favorite speckled hen stopped moving and watched Dryad open the gate and step in. A handful of fluffy little chicks wandered around amongst the hens. Dryad scooped one up and turned to show Leland. "Look at my baby chicks!" she exclaimed, grinning at him.
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