Devil's Tower

Who: English and Open! (Probably Grey or Yeates or both)
When: Friday evening, Week 14
Where: Farm
What: English being a self loathing cripple
Rating: PG-13 for her mouth
Status: In Progress and Open


No one was happy that English was injured. English was not a happy woman to begin with and stack on that injury and pain and her not being able to do her job and she was making life a living hell for everyone involved. She wasn't supposed to be out of bed but she couldn't deal with it much longer. She had one of the kids hold the door heading out of the kitchen for her as she hobbled out of the main farm house on crutches. Her injury had scared everyone.

Calliope had been shot and went down on top of English. The massive white horse had died and everyone had thought English had went with her. It had taken hours for the battle to clear and for the others to come collect the dead. It had been then that night in the pouring down rain that had almost killed her. She had overcome the fever and everything else but it still remained she had a damn near shattered leg and might not ever walk normal again if at all.

Having your legs damaged was always a fear for a dancer and this was just another large hammer strike to bust English's already shattered dreams. She made her way into the back of the yard and began circling around the house looking at all the progress the cleaning had done. She wished she could help do something. She hated feeling useless and that was exactly what she had become. She was just dead weight to an already struggling system.

Who: Grey & Yeates
Where: The Farm
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Why: Cleaning up and trying to keep his mind off things he shouldn't think about

Libby had come back to the tribe more than a few days ago and she had come with an unlikely partner in Saint. Saint was someone that Grey had never liked the look of and now that he was being hailed a hero in their tribe, Grey couldn't quite look him in the eye and thank him. Luckily Wolf had been more than obliging on that count and so Grey had not had to. That combined with the information they had received on this Jax character had left Grey reeling once again. This time, however, Grey had decided to ignore it all. He had decided that there was nothing he could do and so what was the point of brewing over it.

Some might have said it was Grey turning over a new leaf, but the truth was he was just tired. The war had been a living hell especially considering that it had started when there was so much emotional turmoil between he and Wolf. Oddly enough the two were now closer than they really ever had been. It honestly was the only good thing that had come out of the war in Grey's opinion. There had been so many lost, and for what? The Mountain Lions were now no more, but it hadn't even been their doing and now there was someone new that they would have to deal with. And Grey didn't have high hopes that this guy wasn't as bad and Saint and Libby were making him out to be.

Looking over the fields Grey sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to think about it and he was determined not to. What he was determined to do was to start cleaning up what the war had left, which was mountains of debris all over the farm and the city. Looking around it looked like an unsurmountable task, but it had to be done. They had kept most of the fields clean of debris throughout the war, hell they had even managed to get in their crops. Mostly because they knew if they didn't than this war would have been for nothing at all. However the Pastures and the roads were another story. Makeshift barricades littered them, and with each barricade there was blood sweat and tears, which was in truth what made them so hard to take down.

So many good people had been lost in this war and Grey was still trying to figure out why. In truth all Grey wanted to do was sit back and say fuck it to everything political in nature. He would be more than happy to live with his makeshift and ever expanding and contracting family and just run the farm. That wasn't exactly reality though, at least it wasn't at this junction. No right now he had to be strong and clean up everything to show that they were going to get past this and that it was worth something in the end. Too bad he couldn't convince himself.

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Who: Anyone and everyone who’s in Sundance at the time!
What: St. Patrick’s Day/Spring party!
Where: The Trading Post
When: Saturday
Why: Because it’s fun!

In the warmer months the Trading Post is almost always busy, full of drifters and members from every tribe who come there to barter, socialize, and a whole host of other things. It’s generally a peaceful place since it exists in neutral territory and everyone who comes there seems to have an understanding of an unspoken truce. The Trading Post is a large park the sits on the banks of the Belle Fourche river. There are picnic tables, a delapidated swingset and monkey bars, old grills, and of course trader stands. There’s also a dock there, but it is understood to belong to the River Runners, as it’s where they are docked most of the year and those wishing to use it usually have to give the RR a token of some kind, or at least ask nicely.

The St. Patrick’s Day/ Spring party was not planned or hosted by any tribe. The whole things seemed to have come about on its own, first as a rumor and then with complete strangers and tribe members alike planning for it. Saturday morning the place was busy with people decorating in any way that they could. The place was strung with streamers of all different colors, some torn and ratty. There were candles, and lanterns strung about and a few different musicians set up throughout the park. By the time the sun set the park was teaming with people, more people than it had seen in years. Between the boos and the open admission there was no telling what the night would hold.

Who: Yeates and Grey
what: Yeates intercepts Grey's meandering through the house,  and engages him in a little brother chat
When: Thursday morning
Where: The house, the front room to be exact, on the very threadbare couch he loves soo much.


Yeates didn't like this one bit.  He's tried very hard not to ask her to stay and let someone else take care of it, her body had been so lovely and warm tucked in right next to him that he almost actually put up a real fight.  He was one step away from loosing all sense and telling her he'd lock her in the room if she actually thought to leave him.  She'd left flipping him off good naturedly, after kissing him goodbye, and gone to take care of those pesky and slightly dangerous animals out there that planned to have small children for dinner.  He knew English was very capable of taking care of herself and others but now that his preservation and protectiveness kicked in he really hated letting her out of sight...not to mention looking at her was one of his favourite past times.  He watched her longingly as she flitted about the house, as she played with the children and Wren...

But now he stared at the ceiling, sprawled out on his favourite couch in the whole house, feet dangling lazily over the edge as he counted the hours until she returned.  It'd been quiet around the farm for once, he hadn't seen his brother storm through the house and hadn't heard him break anything that might not be fixable afterwards.  He'd even noticed that he'd finally left the house last week and though he was pleased about al this progress he hadn't had a chance to get to talk to his elder brother.  Sure Grey probably knew that Yeates was there for him but sometimes he felt these things still needed to be said.  But Grey was feeling very 'insidey' he'd noticed and so he'd trodden lightly around him, not really feeling a fight was in order, afterall why should he add to the injuries that pretentious prick (who saved his life) had already given him.  Yes, as much as he wanted to kick Wolf into the ground he knew that this was not the best course of action so had occupied himself with other things.

The other things were out right now...and so here he was lying on his back like a lazy toad and wondering if they had any milk for a cup of tea.

Who: Yeates and English and a bunch of NPC Sprogs
Where: Out and about on the farm
When: Afternoon of Friday
What: Revelations, snogging, and a rousing game of Tag
Status: in Progress
Rating: Um...English always gets a PG-13 cause of her mouth!


Children. The little rugrats always seemed to brighten English no matter the mood she was in. She had stolen all of them from Wren and was in the back yard running around with them with a stirring game of tag. There was laughing and shrieks of exitement coming from all including English but it was a first in quite a few days.

She'd been painfully silent since she found out. She was hurt and nothing could change that fact. She had been brushed aside and it hurt. English didn't need anyone to tell her it would take a miracle to make someone want her for more than a quick...oh she didn't even want to think about sex. Something she had in all her nineteen years really never come close to. She was safely guarding it for some cosmic reason even she couldn't figure out anymore.

In all truth she knew she didn't have a right to be upset. Hawk was not hers to claim and most of the hurt she had rested with Nova. English had nearly lost a toe because of the stupid girl when she ran off like she did hurting Grey. The truth was something English didn't want to even acknowledge. Hawk had been a stand in for something she wasn't brave enough to try. They were the only two she had and she couldn't bare screwing something up with them. Will had always held just a bit more special place in her heart than Bobby. She had her fair share of longing looks when he fell within her sight and she knew it wasn't something she could ever have. She was his dearest friend and as far as either Caldwell boys were concerned she probably wasn't even thought of as a girl.