That would be fabulous. The best mystery team of all.
We'll wait for everyone to finish up their conversations and morning rituals before time skipping, and it would help if everyone would tell me when they are ready so I don't leave anyone behind by mistake uwu.
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Spring 1
Monday
7:10
Sunny
Soon, Eli's hands were pink. On her lap was a swirling picture of the tree above her head, bright pinks and browns and pale greens collided and formed an image of beauty and almost realism. The tree trunk was a strange, abstract concoction of Eli's mind, though, for within the multiple shades of brown were a few, thin gashes that resembled lightning scored the piece, zipping from the middle of the tree down into the roots where it vanished all together in the pale green of the grass. Words could be seen lightly scribbled in the grass and new leaves, millions of small letters that seemed incoherent at first but actually formed sentences, like 'gone' and 'dark and 'light. 'The final memory of this morning. She glared at the cuts in the trunk and the many mistakes in the picture and the words, then let out a small sigh and tugged the paper from the sketchbook.
"Trash." she muttered, disgust dripping from her voice. She held the paper forward, staring at it with angry eyes, and before she could crumble it into a ball of nothing a small gust of wind pulled it from her fingertips. At first, she just watched it tumble onto the grass a few feet away from her, half-ready to just get up and leave it to the forest, but the idea of littering such a pretty land made her feel rather sick. Eli slowly rose to her feet and wandered over to grab it, but once again a gust of wind picked it up before her and pushed it through the forest. A curse escaped her already open mouth and she turned back to gather her things before she followed it, ignoring the thorns and bushes and branches that tugged at her legs. The paper glided gracefully, despite it's heaviness and the added weight of oil pastels, and always seemed just too far ahead to grab. In the distance Eli could make out the faint roar of Flora Falls, but she was too focused on the paper that was just out of reach to actually realize how close it was... Until the forest opened up into a spray of white water and air. Eli flinched back against the cold, her hand moving automatically over to protect the sketchbook beneath her arm, and watched with a face of bleak sadness as the paper blew right into the falls, disappearing beneath the white waters and crushing breeze. A sigh filled her chest and the feeling of absolute disgust in herself took over the feeling of serenity she had before, and with the last of her motivation to stop this dumb piece of art from tainting the land she glared into the water and river below. The slim white of the paper was floating quickly down the rapids, looking as though it would never stop, but as if the stars had finally aligned in Eli's favor, it snagged up against a stone and stuck. A whoop of victory echoed from her throat, and with her head buzzing with cheerfulness. Perhaps, she could climb down and snatch it up before it begins to break apart, the exercise would do her good and plus, maybe they'll be something inspiring down there. Her eyes glanced downwards at the ledge, and from where she stood it was much too steep and smooth to scale, so she began to walk along the cliff side, looking for a safe place to begin her descent.
Eventually, Eli found a suitable spot to begin climbing down, a bumpy, not as steep edge that was only a yard or more away from the rock that had captured the picture. The large sketchbook under her arm was shoved between her teeth along with the plastic bag of pastels and pencils, while her camera dangled around her neck loosely. The drop wasn't that bad, she could easily just throw everything down there, but Eli found that she couldn't risk dropping anything as most of the stuff would shatter upon impact on the wet stone below, and with that final thought, she swung her legs over the edge and slowly scaled her way down the cliff side. There were plenty stones to cling to, but their slickness was rather disconcerting, and at times Eli could swear that she was about to fall back and break her neck. It would be a lie, though, if she said that she wasn't enjoying herself at the moment. It felt like a mini adventure, running through the woods, scaling rocky ledges, and it was all caused by a piece of crap art blowing away. Fate works in strange ways. Soon, the ledge ran out and Eli was standing (rather unsteadily) on the slick, river carved stone. She removed the objects from her mouth and stretched upwards towards the sky, finally feeling a bit more relaxed and cheerful, despite her now aching muscles and multiple stubbed toes. The paper was still splattered against a rock in the middle of the river, but Eli found that her gaze was being drawn pass the stone, towards a rather breathtaking scene. The river curved, gently, along a well molded path, and the white spray from behind allowed the light to magnify and bounce around. The way was crystal clear and practically gleaming in the morning light gave Eli such a shock of inspiration that she simply dropped to her knees, flipped open to a clean page, and started sketching, eyes wide with awe.
"Oops."
After countless minutes of drawing, Eli finally snapped herself out of the trance of inspiration, and drew her sight to the rock again. She slowly placed the half-finished drawing at her feet, along with her pastels, camera, and boots. Stepping stones dotted the water's surface, leading to the stone that held the paper, and with small, nimble steps she slowly made her way across the freezing river to the larger rock. After getting into a rather comfortable squat on the top, she reached into the cold water and finally wrapped her fingers around the dreaded picture. It practically split in her grasp and when she pulled it up to examine it there was hardly any picture left. Good. She finally crumbled up the stupid thing and shoved it, still dripping wet, into her pocket, ignoring the sudden uncomfortable feeling of wetness on her leg, and turned to return to the shoreline, collapsing onto the ground with sudden laziness as soon as she made it back. She half-crawled half-dragged her body over to her pile of art stuffs and then flipped onto her back, staring up at the clear sky with a look of thoughtlessness.
And then she flipped the sketchbook into view and stared for awhile at her picture, lips drawn into a straight line. It wasn't bad, no, in fact it was kind of pretty. The blues and greens and grays went together nicely, though a bit of contrasting could be in order, and the river did look like it was moving. However, there was something... Off about the whole picture. As if there as something that shouldn't be there. Looking closer, she noticed a dash of pure black, along with gray highlights and a bit of flesh color... A body? Instantly, Eli sat up and stared down the river, her mind quickly rushing to conclusions that perhaps it was someone deceased, dumped and left behind. Her eyes, too focused on drawing the scene, must not have been comprehending it. Eli felt her hands tighten around the edge of the book and with sudden curiosity she stood once more and crept down the stone river shoreline, bare feet smacking against the slick stone, until she saw, again, the shock of black hair, just behind an outcropping of stone. The body, some unknown boy, was floating down the river gently, still breathing (gladly), and it seemed to be completely nu-
Oh.
Eli felt her head slowly turn the other way, and she crept backwards until she was completely hidden behind the outcropping, her face a bright red. Her right hand was slapped tightly over her mouth, holding in a mixture of shouts and laughter, while her head slowly lowered into her knees. Somethings were not easily forgotten.
That would be one of them.
Monday
7:10
Sunny
Soon, Eli's hands were pink. On her lap was a swirling picture of the tree above her head, bright pinks and browns and pale greens collided and formed an image of beauty and almost realism. The tree trunk was a strange, abstract concoction of Eli's mind, though, for within the multiple shades of brown were a few, thin gashes that resembled lightning scored the piece, zipping from the middle of the tree down into the roots where it vanished all together in the pale green of the grass. Words could be seen lightly scribbled in the grass and new leaves, millions of small letters that seemed incoherent at first but actually formed sentences, like 'gone' and 'dark and 'light. 'The final memory of this morning. She glared at the cuts in the trunk and the many mistakes in the picture and the words, then let out a small sigh and tugged the paper from the sketchbook.
"Trash." she muttered, disgust dripping from her voice. She held the paper forward, staring at it with angry eyes, and before she could crumble it into a ball of nothing a small gust of wind pulled it from her fingertips. At first, she just watched it tumble onto the grass a few feet away from her, half-ready to just get up and leave it to the forest, but the idea of littering such a pretty land made her feel rather sick. Eli slowly rose to her feet and wandered over to grab it, but once again a gust of wind picked it up before her and pushed it through the forest. A curse escaped her already open mouth and she turned back to gather her things before she followed it, ignoring the thorns and bushes and branches that tugged at her legs. The paper glided gracefully, despite it's heaviness and the added weight of oil pastels, and always seemed just too far ahead to grab. In the distance Eli could make out the faint roar of Flora Falls, but she was too focused on the paper that was just out of reach to actually realize how close it was... Until the forest opened up into a spray of white water and air. Eli flinched back against the cold, her hand moving automatically over to protect the sketchbook beneath her arm, and watched with a face of bleak sadness as the paper blew right into the falls, disappearing beneath the white waters and crushing breeze. A sigh filled her chest and the feeling of absolute disgust in herself took over the feeling of serenity she had before, and with the last of her motivation to stop this dumb piece of art from tainting the land she glared into the water and river below. The slim white of the paper was floating quickly down the rapids, looking as though it would never stop, but as if the stars had finally aligned in Eli's favor, it snagged up against a stone and stuck. A whoop of victory echoed from her throat, and with her head buzzing with cheerfulness. Perhaps, she could climb down and snatch it up before it begins to break apart, the exercise would do her good and plus, maybe they'll be something inspiring down there. Her eyes glanced downwards at the ledge, and from where she stood it was much too steep and smooth to scale, so she began to walk along the cliff side, looking for a safe place to begin her descent.
Eventually, Eli found a suitable spot to begin climbing down, a bumpy, not as steep edge that was only a yard or more away from the rock that had captured the picture. The large sketchbook under her arm was shoved between her teeth along with the plastic bag of pastels and pencils, while her camera dangled around her neck loosely. The drop wasn't that bad, she could easily just throw everything down there, but Eli found that she couldn't risk dropping anything as most of the stuff would shatter upon impact on the wet stone below, and with that final thought, she swung her legs over the edge and slowly scaled her way down the cliff side. There were plenty stones to cling to, but their slickness was rather disconcerting, and at times Eli could swear that she was about to fall back and break her neck. It would be a lie, though, if she said that she wasn't enjoying herself at the moment. It felt like a mini adventure, running through the woods, scaling rocky ledges, and it was all caused by a piece of crap art blowing away. Fate works in strange ways. Soon, the ledge ran out and Eli was standing (rather unsteadily) on the slick, river carved stone. She removed the objects from her mouth and stretched upwards towards the sky, finally feeling a bit more relaxed and cheerful, despite her now aching muscles and multiple stubbed toes. The paper was still splattered against a rock in the middle of the river, but Eli found that her gaze was being drawn pass the stone, towards a rather breathtaking scene. The river curved, gently, along a well molded path, and the white spray from behind allowed the light to magnify and bounce around. The way was crystal clear and practically gleaming in the morning light gave Eli such a shock of inspiration that she simply dropped to her knees, flipped open to a clean page, and started sketching, eyes wide with awe.
"Oops."
After countless minutes of drawing, Eli finally snapped herself out of the trance of inspiration, and drew her sight to the rock again. She slowly placed the half-finished drawing at her feet, along with her pastels, camera, and boots. Stepping stones dotted the water's surface, leading to the stone that held the paper, and with small, nimble steps she slowly made her way across the freezing river to the larger rock. After getting into a rather comfortable squat on the top, she reached into the cold water and finally wrapped her fingers around the dreaded picture. It practically split in her grasp and when she pulled it up to examine it there was hardly any picture left. Good. She finally crumbled up the stupid thing and shoved it, still dripping wet, into her pocket, ignoring the sudden uncomfortable feeling of wetness on her leg, and turned to return to the shoreline, collapsing onto the ground with sudden laziness as soon as she made it back. She half-crawled half-dragged her body over to her pile of art stuffs and then flipped onto her back, staring up at the clear sky with a look of thoughtlessness.
And then she flipped the sketchbook into view and stared for awhile at her picture, lips drawn into a straight line. It wasn't bad, no, in fact it was kind of pretty. The blues and greens and grays went together nicely, though a bit of contrasting could be in order, and the river did look like it was moving. However, there was something... Off about the whole picture. As if there as something that shouldn't be there. Looking closer, she noticed a dash of pure black, along with gray highlights and a bit of flesh color... A body? Instantly, Eli sat up and stared down the river, her mind quickly rushing to conclusions that perhaps it was someone deceased, dumped and left behind. Her eyes, too focused on drawing the scene, must not have been comprehending it. Eli felt her hands tighten around the edge of the book and with sudden curiosity she stood once more and crept down the stone river shoreline, bare feet smacking against the slick stone, until she saw, again, the shock of black hair, just behind an outcropping of stone. The body, some unknown boy, was floating down the river gently, still breathing (gladly), and it seemed to be completely nu-
Oh.
Eli felt her head slowly turn the other way, and she crept backwards until she was completely hidden behind the outcropping, her face a bright red. Her right hand was slapped tightly over her mouth, holding in a mixture of shouts and laughter, while her head slowly lowered into her knees. Somethings were not easily forgotten.
That would be one of them.
That's actually a really funny idea and I am so implementing that. Will have a post up soon-ish.
That was actually really hard to get out and I still feel like it's crap. Sorry.
That was actually really hard to get out and I still feel like it's crap. Sorry.
Nice posts. Also, ERode, I hope you won't mind if Eli peeps on Brent a bit in my next post (:<
Also also! I guess everyone has posted (right?) and I think it'd be a good idea to disusd how long we want the first day to be.
Also also! I guess everyone has posted (right?) and I think it'd be a good idea to disusd how long we want the first day to be.
Rosemary: Has seen the girl around before, but hasn't spoken to her. Has been meaning to go into the shop though, as Eli is running out of usable outfits and gadgets. They might get along, though (or maybe not at all)
Alice: Hasn't seen or heard of this girl. Might be interested with her cooking ability though, as Eli is a rather okay chef herself. Alice's overly bright personality might be a turn off, or perhaps a pleasing if the two wanted to become friends.
Brent: (Have yet to meet I believe) A rather strange character, Eli is somewhat afraid of him and his eccentric, hobo type ways. While he does treat her kindly, Brent is somewhat competitive, especially in a work environment, and Eli normally seems as though she doesn't care for that side of him while in reality is somewhat amused by it. He isn't safe from her sharp remarks, but he isn't exactly a thorn in her side either, and I would like to think they would form some type of friendly rivalry/ friendship.
Okie dokes! Still waiting on jennifer's character sheet, but other then that everything should be up-to-date. Let's hope this game doesn't crash and burn anytime soon. (;
Also! ERode, Darcness, don't forget to post your character sheets in the forum I have linked on the first post in the OOC.
Alice: Hasn't seen or heard of this girl. Might be interested with her cooking ability though, as Eli is a rather okay chef herself. Alice's overly bright personality might be a turn off, or perhaps a pleasing if the two wanted to become friends.
Brent: (Have yet to meet I believe) A rather strange character, Eli is somewhat afraid of him and his eccentric, hobo type ways. While he does treat her kindly, Brent is somewhat competitive, especially in a work environment, and Eli normally seems as though she doesn't care for that side of him while in reality is somewhat amused by it. He isn't safe from her sharp remarks, but he isn't exactly a thorn in her side either, and I would like to think they would form some type of friendly rivalry/ friendship.
Okie dokes! Still waiting on jennifer's character sheet, but other then that everything should be up-to-date. Let's hope this game doesn't crash and burn anytime soon. (;
Also! ERode, Darcness, don't forget to post your character sheets in the forum I have linked on the first post in the OOC.
I was thinking of adding a tailor shop but you took over the idea, Darcness, I'm glad (Less work for me!). Both characters are accepted and good first posts all. Once everyone has posted at least once we can discuss how long we want the first day to be and perhaps I could explain the plot I have in mind, if anyone is interested.
Pfft, love the idea, ERode. Ill be adding it to my sheet soon. Eli will probably think of him that he is bit strange and maybe crazy, but she won't be entirely annoyed or scared by him. The working together thing sounds like a lot of fun too, can't wait to delve into that.
Also, I imagine Brent is going to be the character that drags everyone out to Witch Island for a rather horrific and fun experience. Just imagine a beach episode plus some elements of a Halloween episode in an anime. That would be interesting.
Also, I imagine Brent is going to be the character that drags everyone out to Witch Island for a rather horrific and fun experience. Just imagine a beach episode plus some elements of a Halloween episode in an anime. That would be interesting.
Spring 1
Monday
Time: 7:00
Weather: Sunny
Eli sat on her bed, fully clothed and somewhat damp from a long shower she had just took, hand skimming through a worn wallet. Cards, most expired and trash, littered the innards, as well as a few bills and coins. Just enough for at least two more weeks in the Inn. Eli sighed and glanced out the window at the town, and a quiet plea to the Harvest Goddess she had been told about, asking for courage and luck. For a moment, job hunting was the only thing to think about, but the motivation that took hold of her mind quickly passed when the need to sketch something made her fingers itch. Fear was good inspiration. Eli quickly leaned down to her satchel again, pulling out a thick and rather old sketchbook, plastic baggy filled with colorful oil pastels, and an old camera. She shoved everything, including her wallet, under her arm and turned towards the oak door that lead outside.
The hallway outside her room was dimly lit yet ornate, the plush carpet underneath soft against covered feet. Eli really did love the inn, it was so quaint and quiet, and meals came free with the room. Eli had managed to secure her home on the second floor, which was pretty high considering the place only had three floors, and enjoys waking up everyday to a well furnished room and friendly atmosphere. The only misfortune she had ever encountered here was the rude, stormy awakening this morning, and perhaps the somewhat intimidating owner, worker, and patrons. They weren't all that bad though. Eli lowered her head in thought as she slowly wandered down the stairwell towards the lobby, thinking of the kind husband and wife that allowed her to stay for so little payment, and the punk worker Gaku with his amazing music and bluntness, and the beautiful Izzie with her lovely blonde hair and joking attitude. Eli lifted her free hand to her own still damp blondeness, running her fingers gently through the thick stands with thin lips until she hit the tiled floor of the lobby.
Eli's eyes scanned the large room, looking expectantly for Marie or Rob, but instead found Gaku, who looked half dead sitting behind the counter. Her payment for the week was due, but neither of the owners were there to accept it, she would have to leave it with the punk. Eli gulped down anxiety, quickly blanked her faces, and quietly approached the counter, slipping a few bills and some coins out of her wallet. Her mouth opened, but words failed to appear, and she simply stared at Gaku for a few moments, lost on what to say or do. Eventually, she lifted the somewhat shaky, money-filled hand up and placed the bills on the counter, eyes staring directly at his' with an unfathomable, emotionless expression,
"This is the... Money for my time in the Inn." her voice was soft, somewhat hard to notice. She stared at him for a moment longer, then bowed her head and uttered a quick 'goodbye' before turning on her heels and practically sprinting out the door into the cool spring air. Her feet carried on through the town, passed murmuring groups and tipped flower pots, towards the base of Mount Edelweiss. People had gathered in the town square, but Eli vaguely noticed as she jogged by. Perhaps the Mayor was holding a meeting about the storm from before. Ah well, nothing for her there. No, she was focus on getting to the woods that surrounded the base of the mountain and Flora Falls. There was a particular knotted dogwood tree that was fresh in her head and she had a startlingly strong urge to sketch the tree before it bloomed fully, and this certain tree was located just beside on the outskirts of the falls. Eli eventually ran out of energy and slowed to a steady walk, and by this time she was already out of the town and on the dirt trail that curved towards the mountain. The familiar murmur of the river sounded somewhere beyond her sight, and dew-licked grass glinted beautifully in the morning sunlight. Eli appreciated the quiet, serene nature around her with a soft smile, head bowed to stare at her boot-covered feet that left behind small footprints in the sandy pathway, forgetting the anxiety she had just experienced a few minutes before.
There was, however, a disturbance in the peace. Eyes on the back of her head, a small presence but definitely there. Glancing about while continuing her slow stride, Eli found that she wasn't being followed, and although she had seen a small glimpse of light just out of the corner of her eye she couldn't find the source at all. Not wanting to go off task looking for what was most likely nothing, she decided to ignore it, and continued on until she was surrounded by trees and the soft spray of the falls. The knotted trunk of the dogwood sat just on the cliff of Flora Falls, surrounded by stone that was cracked and filled with growing grass and flowers. Bright pink buds and green leaves covered the looming branches, and Eli walked forward, making herself comfortable against the large, mossy trunk, opening her sketch book and pastels. This was how she had spent almost all of winter, curled up against a tree or the earth, sketching or painting or photographing the beauty of the valley, surrounded by silence and nature and not her past. Memories of her rude awakening and awkward chit-chat with Gaku vanished as she let out a soft sigh and began to leave wide, elegant strokes on the rigid paper that lay flat on her lap.
Monday
Time: 7:00
Weather: Sunny
Eli sat on her bed, fully clothed and somewhat damp from a long shower she had just took, hand skimming through a worn wallet. Cards, most expired and trash, littered the innards, as well as a few bills and coins. Just enough for at least two more weeks in the Inn. Eli sighed and glanced out the window at the town, and a quiet plea to the Harvest Goddess she had been told about, asking for courage and luck. For a moment, job hunting was the only thing to think about, but the motivation that took hold of her mind quickly passed when the need to sketch something made her fingers itch. Fear was good inspiration. Eli quickly leaned down to her satchel again, pulling out a thick and rather old sketchbook, plastic baggy filled with colorful oil pastels, and an old camera. She shoved everything, including her wallet, under her arm and turned towards the oak door that lead outside.
The hallway outside her room was dimly lit yet ornate, the plush carpet underneath soft against covered feet. Eli really did love the inn, it was so quaint and quiet, and meals came free with the room. Eli had managed to secure her home on the second floor, which was pretty high considering the place only had three floors, and enjoys waking up everyday to a well furnished room and friendly atmosphere. The only misfortune she had ever encountered here was the rude, stormy awakening this morning, and perhaps the somewhat intimidating owner, worker, and patrons. They weren't all that bad though. Eli lowered her head in thought as she slowly wandered down the stairwell towards the lobby, thinking of the kind husband and wife that allowed her to stay for so little payment, and the punk worker Gaku with his amazing music and bluntness, and the beautiful Izzie with her lovely blonde hair and joking attitude. Eli lifted her free hand to her own still damp blondeness, running her fingers gently through the thick stands with thin lips until she hit the tiled floor of the lobby.
Eli's eyes scanned the large room, looking expectantly for Marie or Rob, but instead found Gaku, who looked half dead sitting behind the counter. Her payment for the week was due, but neither of the owners were there to accept it, she would have to leave it with the punk. Eli gulped down anxiety, quickly blanked her faces, and quietly approached the counter, slipping a few bills and some coins out of her wallet. Her mouth opened, but words failed to appear, and she simply stared at Gaku for a few moments, lost on what to say or do. Eventually, she lifted the somewhat shaky, money-filled hand up and placed the bills on the counter, eyes staring directly at his' with an unfathomable, emotionless expression,
"This is the... Money for my time in the Inn." her voice was soft, somewhat hard to notice. She stared at him for a moment longer, then bowed her head and uttered a quick 'goodbye' before turning on her heels and practically sprinting out the door into the cool spring air. Her feet carried on through the town, passed murmuring groups and tipped flower pots, towards the base of Mount Edelweiss. People had gathered in the town square, but Eli vaguely noticed as she jogged by. Perhaps the Mayor was holding a meeting about the storm from before. Ah well, nothing for her there. No, she was focus on getting to the woods that surrounded the base of the mountain and Flora Falls. There was a particular knotted dogwood tree that was fresh in her head and she had a startlingly strong urge to sketch the tree before it bloomed fully, and this certain tree was located just beside on the outskirts of the falls. Eli eventually ran out of energy and slowed to a steady walk, and by this time she was already out of the town and on the dirt trail that curved towards the mountain. The familiar murmur of the river sounded somewhere beyond her sight, and dew-licked grass glinted beautifully in the morning sunlight. Eli appreciated the quiet, serene nature around her with a soft smile, head bowed to stare at her boot-covered feet that left behind small footprints in the sandy pathway, forgetting the anxiety she had just experienced a few minutes before.
There was, however, a disturbance in the peace. Eyes on the back of her head, a small presence but definitely there. Glancing about while continuing her slow stride, Eli found that she wasn't being followed, and although she had seen a small glimpse of light just out of the corner of her eye she couldn't find the source at all. Not wanting to go off task looking for what was most likely nothing, she decided to ignore it, and continued on until she was surrounded by trees and the soft spray of the falls. The knotted trunk of the dogwood sat just on the cliff of Flora Falls, surrounded by stone that was cracked and filled with growing grass and flowers. Bright pink buds and green leaves covered the looming branches, and Eli walked forward, making herself comfortable against the large, mossy trunk, opening her sketch book and pastels. This was how she had spent almost all of winter, curled up against a tree or the earth, sketching or painting or photographing the beauty of the valley, surrounded by silence and nature and not her past. Memories of her rude awakening and awkward chit-chat with Gaku vanished as she let out a soft sigh and began to leave wide, elegant strokes on the rigid paper that lay flat on her lap.
I like him, very vibrant and interesting. Accepted. Start discussing relationships and go ahead and post. Also, where does he spend most of his time camping/living?
Good job everyone with the IC posts and relationship charts. New rule for the IC: Always wait two posts before making a new reply. I'm actually working on a new one right now out of boredom, I hope no one minds.
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