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Post by FOX CHARLIE LUNE on Jul 16, 2012 18:33:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 532 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN NOTES PIPPIN<3 Fox groaned softly, his tall form turning slowly over in bed. In the corner of the room, imitating the alarm that would have gone off at this time if it was not a sunday, was a Cockatoo. Her black and red plume puffed out, waking her owner up at the ungodly hour of 7 am on a Sunday. SUNDAY. "Alright, I'm up. You're just lucky we don't have any room mates yet, otherwise you'd be plucked, stuffed and roasting in the oven." The brunet grumbled to the now quiet bird. He looked over to her to see her pruning her feathers, making sure she looked her best. Fox rolled his eyes. As annoying as Pippin was, there was no denying that she was a pretty bird.
Fox looked down at himself and gave a slight shrug. Since it was still early, and he had no intention of going out to Bionic for a little while yet, he decided he was going to go check out the main lodge. He also wasn't going to make an effort in getting dressed up. He didn't want to impress anyone anyway. He just wanted to chill out, he'd only been here two days. His family had never been well off, and he tended to wear his clothes until they fell apart. Changing from his pyjama pants into a pair of dark grey sweats and a white t-shirt that hugged his chiseled chest tightly. It was a couple sizes too small, and had a little hole on the right hand side. Fox estimated it to be about three years old. Slipping his feet into a pair of old sneakers, he then grabbed a hoodie when he saw out the window that rain had began to fall. Holding his arm out to Pippin, he checked for his phone as he waited for her to land onto it and then grabbed his copy of The one who flew over the cuckoo's nest. The book, though a little confusing to follow, was one of his favourites. It was evident that this copy was well used. The duct tape holding the spine together was a bit of a give away.
Fox pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt and allowed Pippin to nose her way into the dry warmth. The bird popped her head out the top of the neck of the sweatshirt, looking around with interest as Fox walked toward the main lodge. The young male let himself inside and went to the kitchenettes first. He opened a random cupboard and his eyes lit up when he saw that Lucky Charm's were stored inside. Almost squealing with delight, he hunted down a bowl and poured some in as well as some milk and then went over to one of the sofa's. He let Pippin climb out of his hoodie and hop onto the back of the sofa. She took an offered marshmallow from Fox's cereal, holding it in one clawed foot and nibbling at it gently. Fox ran a finger along her back before tucking into the cereal himself, opening his book and beginning to read. He quickly became absorbed in Chief's mind, mouthing the words slightly as he read. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by CHARLOTTE AUGUSTINE REID on Jul 16, 2012 19:36:40 GMT -5
It was too rainy to be out doing much of anything, and when it wasn't raining, the grounds were so muddy that Charlie was beginning to feel like she was never going to get out to do the things she wanted to do. It was boring as hell, and she'd already been down to the stables to take care of Demi, since she loathed allowing the staff to do it for her. If she was going to make of her life what she wanted to make of her life, she had to learn early, as the stable owner back home had taught her. And taught her. And taught her.
The lodge wasn't Charlie's favorite place because she figured that there was a good chance that she was going to run into a lot of other people, and just at the moment, people weren't her favorite things. Several of the girls were avoiding the barn, which meant that she had to avoid the lodge in order to avoid them. But today she didn't have anywhere else to be at this hour on a Sunday morning, and though her bed was calling her, she knew that Mr. Brook would probably be disappointed if she just went and curled up in bed so that she could block out the world. She was here, in part, to force her to stop blocking out the world that way.
Already sweating from the high humidity that came with the recent storms, Charlie made her way into the lodge, where she stripped off the outer shirt she had layered over her tee, dropping it over the back of one of the couches, and then went to see if there was any juice in the fridge. She'd already had her breakfast, but she needed some hydration.
Coming back, glass in hand, she stopped by where Fox was sitting, peering at the bird. There was a girl back home who had an African Grey in an aviary and she liked to look, but was afraid to get too close. This bird was bigger and quite a bit more intimidating than the one she was used to, and Charlie kept her distance back as she watched it. "Hey," she said. "They let you have a bird?"
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Post by FOX CHARLIE LUNE on Jul 16, 2012 19:54:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 410 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN NOTES PIPPIN<3 Fox, oblivious to the fact that there was another person in the lodge, continued to spoon his cereal into his mouth. Every now and then he'd feed pieces to Pippin, the impressive bird crowing her delight at the sugary treat. Like her owner, Pippin had hell of a sweet tooth. Fox did limit it for her, but today he decided she deserved it. And who was he to deny her Lucky Charms? They were the best cereal in the world, it would be cruel. His eyes never left his book as he fed himself, he worked through it fairly quickly, able to skip a few parts as he knew the book so well. He could just fill in the blanks.
So absorbed in his book, Fox had failed to hear Charlie's approach. He jumped slightly, looking up with wide eyes. Her question made him raise a brow, a small smile tugging at his lips. "It would appear so." He teased, looking at Pippin. "Unless we're the only two who can see her." He mused thoughtfully, running his finger tenderly over Pippin's arched beak. "She feels pretty real though." He concluded, grinning at Charlie. He hoped she didn't mind his teasing, he wasn't being mean as he did it. It was just his nature. Charlie was his group mate, and his only group mate as of right now. He'd met her a couple times since arriving, but not really to talk. He just knew her name. "She's friendly, honestly. She loves attention." He assured her, Pippin currently pressing her beak into his cheek and searching for any more lucky charms.
After Fox had handed her another piece of cereal, he looked back to Charlie. "What are you doing up so early today? It's so miserable out, there's really no point being up." He asked. Of course, she could ask him the same question. But he did have an answer, she was in the shape of a pain in the ass of a cockatoo. If it wasn't for Pippin, he'd still be curled up and sleeping the morning away. He was definitely more of a night owl than a morning bird. It came from his intrigue with the ghosts and ghouls. Everyone knows that the best things come out to play at night. Sadly, Fox had been unable to find anything worthwhile here yet. He was disappointed with the lack of paranormal activity. He was really hoping it would pick up soon. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by CHARLOTTE AUGUSTINE REID on Jul 16, 2012 20:08:05 GMT -5
Charlie bit down on her lower lip, staring at the bird with a great deal of fearful interest. Birds had sharp beaks and talons and all that stuff, and she wasn't sure how close she really wanted to get, but she was curious about Fox. Since the boys didn't tend to be as petty as the girls, she preferred them for company, and she skirted the bird, giving it a wide berth and then going to perch herself on the opposite arm of the couch, watching Pippin for a long, long moment, then turning her attention back to Fox. She didn't smile, at least not at first, since she was still trying to figure him out.
Most of the kids here were more troubled than she was, and she wasn't sure whether they were dangerous. That meant that they intrigued her, even though she knew that it would worry her father and probably irritate Kenneth.
It took a moment for Charlie to realize that Fox had spoken to her, and she blinked stupidly for a moment, then took a deep breath, brushing the loose hair back from her face. "Oh. I went out to give Demi some company and to feed her and all that." She was always up early, and usually in bed late, since she had so much responsibility that she'd taken on at home.
Still, she smiled. "Bird wake you up?"
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Post by FOX CHARLIE LUNE on Jul 16, 2012 20:22:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 311 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN NOTES PIPPIN<3 Fox could see that there was some fear in Charlie's gaze, so he didn't push her to introduce herself to Pippin. The black and scarlet bird did eye the girl with interest, but did not approach. She seemed to sense the unease as well. Instead, she climbed up onto Fox's shoulder and took up the string of his hoodie on her beak, pulling at it and playing with it as she often did. Her potentially dangerous beak gentle in her play, barely making a scratch when she could easily break off the string. Fox watched Charlie as she watched him. For the times he'd seen her, she always seemed to be watching. She knew everyone, or at least of them, it seemed. It was intriguing. Fox liked to learn about people, and Charlie was now one of them.
He waited patiently for her answer, smiling slightly as she blinked. "Ah, I see. I'm going to go out to Bionic in about an hour. He won't be up yet." Like Fox, Bionic preferred to sleep late. Fox appreciated it, because it meant he didn't have to leave the horse's care to others because of his own laziness. His horse was just as bad. He laughed softly, glad to see a smile appear on her lips at her next question. "How did you guess? Yeah, Pippin here has mastered the ability to imitate my alarm. She goes off the same time every day." He chuckled, a slight tone of pride in his vocals. As annoying as she was, Pippin was talented. It impressed Fox. Running his fingers along her back softly, he grinned as she began to coo again without dropping the string to his hoodie. "Hey, Charlie, do you believe in ghosts?" He asked her suddenly, looking up. His eyes were alight with stories and passion. This was always his favourite subject. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by CHARLOTTE AUGUSTINE REID on Jul 17, 2012 22:33:57 GMT -5
Never taking her eyes off the bird, Charlie wet her lips with her tongue, then went to take a sip of her orange juice, missing her mouth by what felt like half a mile before she was finally able to make it. Although it was hard not to admit that it was a beautiful animal, birds weren't familiar territory for her. She had to remind herself to talk to the vet back home about getting her some more experience with them. They weren't friendly, but she wanted to get that way.
Finally sure that Pippin wasn't going to come over and eat her face, Charlie turned her attention back to Fox and took another sip of her orange juice before pulling her feet up to put them on the couch, thinking about what he'd said about ghosts.
It had never occurred to Charlie not to believe in ghosts, so she said the first thing that came to her mind. "My family's Irish." Of course they believed in ghosts, and piskies and all sorts of things that the Celts held onto while the rest of the worlds dismissed them as "Looney." The thought made her blush as it occurred to her that she'd heard somebody call Fox that. Oops. But everybody back home thought she was looney, so she wasn't going to put that on him!
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Post by FOX CHARLIE LUNE on Jul 18, 2012 17:01:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 233 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED CHARLIE NOTES N/A Pippin, under the stare of Charlie, seemed to grow restless. The cockatoo crowed softly to Fox and clipped her beak onto his hoodie. With practised ease, the feathered creature eased herself inside and tucked herself under his neck. Fox ran his finger softly over her beak and smiled affectionately. It seemed that she'd gone all shy. Fox leaned forward and put his now empty cereal bowl onto the table in front of him and focused his attention on Charlie completely when he felt her eyes zero in on him.
"I see, You're from a very spiritual country then." He smiled. Fox new that Britain, and Ireland, had a high rate of paranormal activity. It came from it's expanse of history that swamped places like America and Canada. Europe just had more going on there. He'd always wanted to visit, he just never had the money. Maybe one day. "Would you like to come on a ghost hunt with me soon?" He asked eagerly, his eyes lighting up. He hadn't been able to explore properly yet, and since Charlie had been here longer that him, he thought it may be useful to have her around. He wasn't so great at directions at the best of times. He looked at Charlie, his expression hopeful. Not only did he want a ghost hunting partner, he wanted a friend. He didn't do so well on his own. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by CHARLOTTE AUGUSTINE REID on Jul 19, 2012 22:17:28 GMT -5
Now that was unexpected! For a moment Charlie just stared blankly at Fox. The question had been such an enormous surprise that she wasn't sure at first how to respond, and the silence in the room was deafening. For an instant she almost wished that the bird was still sitting on Fox's shoulder and making some kind of noise, because the overall lack of sound in the room was oppressive.
She sipped her orange juice. That would allow her to buy time. Papa would love this. The chance for me to go exploring something totally new. He'd have a great time if he could be here with us. He'd stalk down anything unusual. After all, he's the one who says he's seen a werewolf! The thought made the corners of her mouth twitch as she finaly raised her head and nodded at Fox, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
It might drive Kenneth crazy. After all, he had a six year old who he was trying to convince didn't need to be afraid of the boogyman. But... But there was some incredible appeal to it. "Why don't we see if we can get a group together to go ghost hunting?" she asked him. "There have to be other people who would be interested, right?"
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