Tales of Mysery::Accepting & Just starting!Lots of openings!

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

"You intended on staying here, correct? I was saying if you weren't, maybe you could come with us." she clarified, reading the confused expression on Eric's face. She would bet a whole lot of money Christopher wouldn't like what she just said, but Eric was a kind boy, and would make good company. The guild needed more members, she was sure they wouldn't object to taking a few powerless or non-necromancers in. If they were an outcast, it was all the same to her.

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

:: Murphy MacManus :: 21 :: Single :: Shape-Shifter :: Rebel Camp

Murph looked in the direction RJ was pointing. He could barely make out the tree that held the trap. Studying the ground, Murph kept his eyes open for any signs of prey that may have gotten caught or may be near by. At a quick glance there were none as he paused to allow RJ to check her own trap.

[Birdsie]

((This never happened...))

[Birdsie]

Nineteen : : Empath : : Christopher Storms : : In Jamestown Coffee Shop

Chris had been listening to the exchange with a smile, it was nice to be nice, but inviting the kid with them? That was crazy! How would the king feel having his son parading around with...them? It was just too dangerous to bring him along, even if he did sort of like the kid, but it was none of his business where he went, nor his where they went. He leaned over to whisper in Quinn's ear again. "Are you sure that's safe?" He asked, his emerald eyes wide.

Seventeen : : Pifler : : Castiel Novak : : In Rebel Camp

Cas took the needle and thread gently from her hands, unsure of what he would do with it. It just didn't make sense that someone could fix clothes with suck small things. As he reached up he accidentally brushed her fingers with his own hands. He didn't have the hands that normal guys had, they weren't calloused from doing cool things like playing instruments or handling guns. No, they were as smooth as a baby's bottom. "Alright." He said, looking over the needle carefully. "Now what, teach'?"

((Just for later.))

Seventeen : : Healer : : Xylina Rachel : : In Rebel Camp

The girl had finally finished stitching the pattern into her old shirt. She lifted up the article of clothing and gave a look of disgust. She couldn't sew to save her life. The pattern was horrific, the spacing too far apart and going through both sides of the shirt at most points, rendering it incapable of being worn. With a loud sigh she threw the shirt on the ground and got up, straightening her ruffled, multi-colored skirt. With a flip of her braid, she ducked out of her tent and looked around. There was no sign of RJ or the boy they had been previously talking to...Marvin-or something of the sorts. She blushed when she though of him dancing, it was just so silly.
She turned her head and saw a girl and a boy talking. She knew him, not really, but he had been with RJ when she blew up the...some Myserian building or something... Rebellious things. It was talked about for a while, but the conversation of it grew old. There hadn't been much action since then, just surviving. Turning her eyes back to the woods, she wondered if she should go for a walk, she hadn't been out of the camp in ages and it was about time she got some exercise.

[subtle fox]

Trisa Kallen - age 18 - Rebel Camp - Shifter

Sighing, Trisa decided to go to the very basics. Judging by the feel of his palms this boy - or young man, Trisa corrected herself, as being a rebel tended to make you grow up pretty quick - hardly did any work. Even sewing gave your fingers calluses. She held up the linen shirt and found the problem: the lower hem had come loose. Good, an easy one, she thought as she laid it on his lap, draping on his knee. "If you take a look at the needle I just gave you, you'll see that one side is sharp and the other is larger, dull, and has a hole. That's called an eye, and you thread the string through that." Trisa held up her own needle, already threaded and knotted. She had done it all during the two sentences of instruction. "This is what it looks like when its finished." She began to untie the knot, ready to demonstrate the 'proper way' to tie it.

[Birdsie]

Seventeen : : Pifler : : Castiel Novak : : In Rebel Camp
Cas didn't even notice that the girl had tied the thread through the needle as he was listening to her, he was still staring at his own tools; but he had seen the way she had done it. He held up his thread and needle, squinting his eyes as he tried to place the thin string into the hole. It took him about four tries before he finally got it through. Then he pulled the thread through the whole a few inches, tying a knot at the end. He examined it before bringing it forward to Trisa. "Is that how you do it?" He asked gently.

[subtle fox]

Trisa Kallen - age 18 - Rebel Camp - Shifter

Trisa knew where his hand was, but the needle was just too thin and small for her to locate. So she ran her fingers along his hand until she found it. The knot was perfectly tied. "Yes, that's exactly it," she replied as she took her hand away and re-tied her own needle. "Now, if you look at the shirt I gave you, you should notice that the hem at the bottom is coming loose. Now whoever owns that shirt was smart enough to tie off both loose end so it wouldn't unravel any farther, so all you have to do is fold the hem back in and sew it closed." She paused, then added, "I can demonstrate, if you want."

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

"It's probably not, but we can always dispose of the body in the desert can we not?" she whispered back, giving Christopher a small smile to let him know she was only partially serious about the whole ditching the body part. "So what do you say?" Quinn resumed brightly, turning back to Eric. The kind wasn't her concern, he had never caught them before, and if he did the guild would certainly make a formidable opponent.

[Phantom Lilith]

::Erickson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Jamestown ::
"Oh." The offer sank in for a moment before he could even think of something to say. While he thought of what to say, he watched as both of them exchanged secret words. He could not hear or lipread their conversation. He was a little worried because it seemed they had some kind devious plan. What if they were planning something against his father? No, they wouldn't do that, right? Besides, he didn't even treat him right anyway. "Well, why not?" he says, smiling.

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
Rose reached down to the trap in search of anything that may be in it. Much to her disappointment, the trap was empty. 'There was something here." She searched the ground for a moment. "It ate the bait and it didn't trigger the trap." She frowned, moving the parts of the trap and leaves around. She set the crawdad as the trap's bait. "That sucks."

[center]
::King Jonathon Jackson:: 34 :: Open & Single :: Unknown :: Castle's private gathering room ::
Jonathon caught the gold in one hand. He studied the lettering on the coin for a few moments before pocketing it. He shrugged. "Like I said, it 'appears' to be your name. But it is not. That is impossible." He stood and patted his suit down. "Well, thank you for returning it. May I show you to the door?" He was ready to get her out of the door as soon as possible. He read her name. It read 'Grimm' but she did not need to know that.

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: Central Mysery
Ivory was silent when he finally dropped her hand. In fact, she was a little worried about being around the boy. People would be after him. Is that really what he had said? She wondered if maybe she had heard him wrong. She had a feeling she didn't though. "I'm looking for..." She wasn't sure she could explain why she was looking for it, but hopefully he wouldn't ask. "Well, I need to find some information about my family." That's normal for people to do, right? What did they call it? "I'm interested in..." She paused trying to find the word. "Genealogy. Yeah, the genealogy of my family." She smiled, hoping it would distract him from thinking she was strange.

[subtle fox]

(Just as a heads-up, I won't be rping from this upcoming Sunday to the next.)