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Post by JezusBagels on Dec 7, 2009 16:24:44 GMT -5
Rayne opened his eyes. He sat up. He yawned, loudly, making an expression with his face that bore high resemblance to a lion roaring. He had slept late and was quite aware of it. Such was a luxury of living on the Farm. As long as everything got done when it needed to, you could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. Rayne loved it.
He got dressed, having slept in only his underpants as he did with great pleasure on warm nights like that one. After putting on a simple shirt and trousers, he slipped on his shoes. They were getting a bit small for him. He would make some new ones soon. He stepped outside and looked around.
The sight, as it almost always was, was beautiful. From the small porch he'd constructed just outside the entrance to his home, high in one of the strongest trees of the area, Rayne could see the majority of the Farm. Children of all ages scurried about, playing or preparing for the thefts that would be made that night. All was good.
Rayne climbed down the makeshift ladder that led up to his tree house and jumped off a few rungs from the bottom, invigorated by the activity around him. He started walking around, looking for nothing in particular. Today felt like a good day.
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Post by Cutebabys on Dec 7, 2009 16:35:54 GMT -5
Blackheath sat in her treehouse, watching the people around her. Life here was easy, with nothing to learn and no school to go to, nothing. It was basically full-time slacking. She smiled and leaned back. There was nothing for her to do, she wasn't hungry. But perhaps she should go down and see what everyone was doing. She sighed and pulled on a coat. She was easily cold.
She climbed down the ladder. Spotting Rayne, she walked over. "Yo," she muttered in his ear, hoping to scare him. She smiled. Life was typical. Today was typical.
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Post by JezusBagels on Dec 7, 2009 19:37:28 GMT -5
Rayne jumped, comically spinning around and putting up his fists in a long, dramatic gesture that made several of the smaller children passing by laugh loudly. He smiled. Heather. Always nice to see a friendly face in the morning, even if every face around him was friendly more often than not.
"Blackheathe! You surprised me! If I was still asleep at all, that has most definitely been remedied now," he said, a clever grin on his face. He closed the distance between them and put his arm around her, pulling her along as he walked. "Have you eaten yet, today?" he asked casually. "Now that I think of it, I am starving. Is it time for breakfast? Or is it too late in the day?"
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Post by Cutebabys on Dec 9, 2009 16:22:30 GMT -5
Blackheath smiled. Few people could make her smile, the Scarecrow was one of the rare few. But even he had a hard time making her laugh. Shaking her head, she said, "You? Just woke up myself..." That was how life was. You woke up when you felt like it, you ate when you were hungry. There were no adults to tell you what to do. Life was good. You didn't have to do anything but play. She didn't play so much herself, she preferred watching other people play, watching her companions be happy.
"Brunch, I'd say," she said, "Shall we go get some food?" Everyone in the Farm understood what "going to get some food" implied.
[OOC: Third time I wrote this post already...the internet keeps getting cut off =.= *sighs* Sorry it took so long...]
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Post by JezusBagels on Dec 9, 2009 23:09:21 GMT -5
Rayne scratched his chin. The immature stubble that a young man of his age started to grow irritated him. It was itchy, but Rayne had always dreamed of growing a beard, so he didn't shave the little hairs off. He glanced at Heather and then looked ahead again.
"Sounds like a plan," he said with great pleasure. "Just give me one moment."
He unlatched himself from her person and strode across a large clearing with several small tables set up. They hadn't built enough for everyone to sit down yet, but no one minded sitting on the ground, so it wasn't an issue. Across the clearing lay several cooking fires and other small areas cleared away for food preparation. He sniffed the air. "Mmmm..." he hummed with delight. "Smells like we're celebrating something tonight," he jibed, poking a few of the children who were dealing with the ingredients spread around them.
Then more loudly, he spun around and practically yelled, "Blackheathe and I are taking a little trip. We'll be back later. If any trouble arises..." He paused and scratched his head. An act that had been seen many times but still managed to get a laugh out of most of the Farm's residents. "Just deal with it on your own! What am I? Your babysitter?" Though he knew that, to many of his friends here, he was just that.
He ran back to Heather and grabbed her hand. "Come on! Lots of time to waste and very few ways to do it that will satisfy my stomach," he joked and started off running, pulling her behind him.
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Post by Cutebabys on Dec 12, 2009 1:05:29 GMT -5
Heather hid a smile, shaking her head in exasperation. He had to make another commotion all over again. It seemed like he enjoyed all the attention. But despite that, she felt what he said was true. Some people felt that the two were baby-sitters. She classified these people as trouble-makers who should be ignored. And ignore them she did.
She followed him, this time with a smile on her face. She'd let him lead this time. They both knew their way around here and didn't need each other's help, but they liked going together.
((Sorry my posts haven't been the best lately...))
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Post by JezusBagels on Dec 12, 2009 16:56:53 GMT -5
It only took a couple of minutes for the two two make their way out of the thicker parts of the forest and even less time then to enter the farmlands just across the imaginary border. No one knew it existed, but Rayne likes to think that there was a line where the trees started, and any adults that crossed it were in his world. This of course meant that by crossing the line, Rayne and Heather were now in the world of adults. The thought made him smile.
Rayne stopped behind a large barn that belonged to... Well, he wasn't sure who it belonged to and he didn't much care. He did know, however, that their chickens laid very good eggs this time of year.
He turned, stomach grumbling, to Heather and asked, "What sounds good?"
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Post by JezusBagels on May 1, 2010 21:57:08 GMT -5
((I think this is dead... Can someone powerful kindly lock it up and take it away? I'd like to use Rayne for something. Thank you!))
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