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

[Phantom Lilith]

~ Accepted. We already discussed it, Bri. So it's all goooood lol And you can always just kind of keep going if it's not really dramatic things going on lol. I don't want to hold everyone up just because I'm busy and can't post.

Oh and summary... Hmm. Not much has happened. Characters are getting to know each other. A few rebels are off hunting in the woods, some are in the camp, the king is in a very very private meeting with the Rebel President. um and I'm thinking it's time for drama to happen or something lol

::Erickson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Jamestown ::
{Bad post is bad}Eric fell silent, having no way to contribute to the conversation. He also had no idea where Quinn was leading them too. He couldn't help direct, since he didn't leave the castle enough to know Jamestown well enough. He's not even sure he had ever ventured out this far. Well it was going to be an adventure, he decided. Luckily enough, his father had mentioned some important meetings happening today so he wouldn't be missing Eric, hopefully.

[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.

::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."

::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.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

- Jesse "Wolf" Andrews - Male - 20 - Wolf shifter -

Wolf's job was simple- protect the king. At the moment, that was difficult. He was in a meeting with someone, and Wolf hadn't been allowed inside. He also hadn't been told to stay in the castle, so he chose to do what he normally does- go out and roam around, making sure that everyone is doing what they're supposed to do. By now, most people knew of him and what he was. They treated him as such, and he often found people calling him a mutt or cur behind his back.
Today was no different. He was walking the streets of Central Mysery, his ears back against his head. He was in his human form, but he still highly resembled a wolf. He crept silently and slouched as he walked, making him look rather scary. The more often he shifted, the more his senses became heightened as well. At the moment, he was smelling the air to see if anyone was around.

[Ms. Grimm]

:: Ms. Grimm :: 15 :: Single :: Necromancer :: King's Private Gathering Room ::

Pouting, she gives a huff and stands up, glaring at the older man. "I swear, It had my name on it, you old fleabag." She growls, heading for the door. "And I can leave by myself, thank you very much."

[jules_]

{ sorry, slipped my mind to reply^^; }

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

"Ah, here we go!" the necromancer announced triumphantly, spotting the end of their rather short journey. Picking up her pace, she led the two boys out of the confusing maze of side-streets into the rural area surrounding the town. Large covered wagons rested just beyond where the street ended, as well as people wandering around and loading up the wagons. There was also a large cauldron over a fire, that night's dinner she assumed. "So, what do you think?"

[Birdsie]

((Sorry, whole neighborhood flooded and I am still sick. Yay. lol))

Nineteen : : Empath : : Christopher Storms : : Jamestown

Chris followed the girl, he had never been in this part of town so he couldn't tell where exactly they were going, but he already knew. He picked up his pace as Quinn had done before coming to a stop at the end of a street. He walked slightly past her shoulder to take a look at where they were. What he saw wasn't exactly what he had expected. These people must live like gypsies, he thought. That didn't quite make sense though. He shook his head and smiled. "This is perfect," he said, turning to Quinn. He just hoped he would be able to stay.

[subtle fox]

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

Castiel's skin grew goose bumps when Trisa touched him; he knew she was blind, but it still felt weird. People normally didn't touch him; in fact, the only person he really interacted with was RJ and that was a whole other problem in itself. He didn't know what was going on with her; with them. It was an odd relationship they had crafted.
He shook his head, as if to clear the thoughts and looked at the girl in front of him, processing what she had just said. "Uhm, yes, please that would be nice." He realized how much older she was than him. Well, not that much older, but he could see it in her face. Not that she was taller than him, not at all; he towered over her by quite a few inches. It just felt like, oddly enough, if he ever knew his mother this is what she'd be like.

Trisa Kallen - age 18 - Rebel Camp - Shifter

"Alright..." Trisa began as she deftly untied the knot again, "So start from the underside, a few finger-widths into the present stitching..." Trisa continued to explain, her fingers darting as she demonstrated. "...and when you're done, tie a knot at the end and cut off the excess string." Now she pulled her needle, and the knot-free string slipped free of the fabric. "Your turn," Trisa raised the garment towards him.

(Sorry for the short post, I didn't feel like giving an actual sewing lesson...)

[Birdsie]

((Awww, but I was looking forward to it c; ))

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

Cas eyed her movements carefully so he could do the same when she gave him the shirt. It didn't look too challenging, and when she finally handed the garment over he delicately threaded the needle close to where she had originally pulled her own needle through. After a few stitches, he was working much faster, though, still making sure he did it right. He closed in every gap to make sure the hem was better attached to the shirt, not that it would have looked bad without it. When he was done, or thought he was, he tied a knot at the end and bit off the rest. He examined his work carefully again before handing it over to Trisa with a pleased smile. "Did I do it right? Can I help out now?"

[subtle fox]

Trisa Kallen - age 18 - Rebel Camp - Shifter

Trisa checked the knots, pleased that they were tight enough to avoid unraveling. Then she checked the stitch length, and was happily surprised to find that it was perfectly even, aside from the first few. What he had just done was equal to a well-practiced seamstress who'd been distracted for the first few seconds.

"This is good," Trisa said, colouring her voice with some appreciation, "And I think you could start helping tomorrow. Today's sewing is finished." She folded the shirt and laid it on the top of the pile, then stood. The pile of fixed garments would slowly decrease as the day went by, as the owners stopped by and picked them up. Of course, this did mean that theft was possible, but the camp was just barely small enough that it would be easy to recognize your piece of clothing on someone else. Trisa paused in her thinking, suddenly realizing something. "I'm sorry," she said politely, "But I didn't get your name?

[Birdsie]

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

Cassy brightened at the compliment. Perhaps he could finally be of use to the rebels; other than accidentally blowing stuff up. He looked up at her again when she asked for his name. "Oh, right. It's Cas." He frowned at the fact that he automatically gave the shortened version of his name. "Castiel. It's Castiel." He said, his voice sounding thicker, taking on that emotionless feel. "What do you do for the rest of the day?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. He never understood what it was people did for fun around these parts. There really wasn't anything to do besides hunt, sew...basically work. It didn't quite go well with him considering the fact he's useless, except he had just discovered a new task for himself.

[jules_]

{ apologies for no posts I'm waiting on Lilith }