Isle Of Ingo (Deserted Island RP) Accepting!

[intriguing]

Matt went down the little rope ladder, not even attempting to jump in his shoes. He took his bag off her, he didn't think she wasn't capable, he just didn't want to burden her. Matthew smiled, "Yes, the ladder is probably a good idea," he said jokingly. He grinned at her, the smile reached his eyes and lit up his face, he hardly ever smiled like that unless he was truly happy.

[maxlet]

The light below the deck was very poor and dim. Ricky rolled her eyes when he took the bag back and walked to the door of her cabin, running her fingers over the wood frames of the other rooms. She stopped at hers and opened the door. Her room was neat and tidy. On one side of the room was the bed, and along the other wall was the hammock. She also had a small bed stand and a shelf with things she carved out of wood. She steeped inside and waited for him to follow.

[intriguing]

Matt foloowed too, trying not to hit his head on the door frame. He looked around inside, it was immaculate. His eyes turned to the wood carvings, he smield wondering if she had done them all, some of them were very good.

[maxlet]

"Ok, I'm heading up to get my jacket and... other things. Make yourself at home." Ricky nodded to him and followed his eyes to her little statues. She had forgotten all about them because of the chaotic day. She slipped out of the doorway and skipped to the ladder-thingy to head up to the deck.

[intriguing]

Matt nodded, putting his bag on the ground. He sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the hammock, he dearly hoped she would sleep in it because last time he had attempted to get on one of things he had failed and made and ass of himself too.

[maxlet]

Ricky hand her jacket in one hand and her boots and stockings in the other. She dropped them down and climbed down the ladder. She scooped them up again and tiptoed back to her room. She paused and listened to make sure he wasn't undressing. That'd be awful to walk in on. She heard nothing and stepped through the door, sitting her things behind the door and draping her coat over the hammock. She climbed into it and sat so her legs were dangling over the edge before looking over at him.

[intriguing]

"Did you make all of those yourself?" Matt asked gesturing to the carvings, "They're really good you know," he said. Then he took off his heavy shoes, wiggling his sore toes in his black socks.

[maxlet]

Ricky turned her attention back to the little figures. They varied in size and each was different in it's own way. She looked them over, the dolphin, seagull, and even ones of the people on the ship. "All of them, but the one on the end," she said and pointed to the darker brown one in the shape of a dog. "My father made that one."

[intriguing]

Matt smiled softly, "They're lovely, I wish I could make things like that, I'm not really a creative person though," Matthew said, not wanting to dwell on the subject of her father. He looked admiringly at all the figures.

[maxlet]

"I'm sure you could. They aren't that hard to make," she chuckled at herself and looked at her hands. There were light pink lines by the tips of her fingers and palms of her hands. "The hard part, for me at least, is not cutting myself." She slipped out of the hammock and took off her sheath, laying it in by the door, and went to sit beside him. He should be sleeping, not talking, but if he wasn't going to rest yet she wanted to be closer to him.