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Tweak says, "...but you are only a boy."

Susannah Alexandra Hattington-Hallmeyer (vintage_fraud) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-09-23 13:24:00

Entry tags:

alice, frankie, ita, sasha, titania

Week Eighteen: Sunday (evening)
Who: The Madcap Brigade. (Capt. Scumble, Lt. Bunnyknickers, Sgt. Muffy, Cpl. Cupcake, and possibly Pvt. Batgirl)
What: Livestock larceny.
Where: Woods-->pasture/barn-->Fire House CR(?)
Why: ...

“Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to—whoa. Watch it, guys, there’s some malevolent mud on premises.”

Tottering slightly, Sasha looked down, trying to navigate around the slippery spot in the darkening twilight.

It would be safe to say that Susannah Hallmeyer was acting...and looking...odd. Instead of the usual elegant uniform of hem and heels, or even the more pragmatic denim assembly, Sasha was decked out in drawstring camouflage pants, starlet tee, and a striped hoodie sporting cat ears. A Venetian half mask straddled the back of her head. she was also humming, whistling, and grinning like a barmy monkey.

Maybe it was because of the weather, the threat of rain turning the evening sky into a foreboding shadow, the smell of damp beginning to spice the air. Rain always corkscrewed her temper. Maybe it was because of the task at hand: creeping through a patch of woods towards an unwary pasture, and its equally unwary wooly residents. Maybe it was because of the company, because what could you say about a group of girls who spent Sunday night kidnapping livestock for absolutely inane purposes.

Maybe it was because of the flask in her pocket, its contents steadily diminishing.

“Be wevy, wevy quiet,” she hissed behind her. “We’re hunting for a wab—whoa-whoa-whoa-ouch.”

...why hello, Mr. Ditch. How are you faring this fine, sweet evening? Now on her back and temporarily out of sight in what had better damn well be dirt, Sasha exhaled hard through her bangs. Yep, this was exactly how she wanted to approach her twenties: dad dead, mom gone, sadistic vampire twin sister actively out to ruin her sanity, hiding in a mythical school on a fantasy island—stealing sheep. Well, trying to anyway.

“...yo?” She called out. “Y’know, I think I dropped the happy sauce; can somebody toss it down here? But, um, not on my head—well, not on the pretty bits. Also, I ain’t dead.”

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sugar_cube
2008-09-24 09:52 pm UTC (link)

It was kind of hard trying to follow the other girls with such a small freaking flashlight. But if she brought a big one with her, well, she would be to blame if they were caught. Need to keep telling yourself this is why you brought the small one, she thought, over and over again. She was wondering how Alice was doing. Both being human, it was difficult, trying to keep the flashlight down, looking up, and then down; then doing it all over again. Hoping to not smack your head against a branch or trip over a rock, root of a tree, or fall into a ditch.

Oh, wait, did someone just fall? She heard Sasha saying something like in that cartoon, and out of nowhere it became an "ouch"? Titania brought the flashlight up, and then down, trying to find where the other girl was.

Maybe night vision goggles would be a great thing to buy next time something like this happens. If it happens.

"Sasha?" she whispered, well, whispered loudly (if that was even possible). The other girls were ahead of her. The only reason she wanted to be in the back was because, being in the front would cause so many injuries, she'd be limping to class the next day. Funny story, sir (or ma'am), I was trying to hike with several of my friends. Yes, late at night. She could see it all now. Black and blue marks galore!

And thinking about it now, was it a smart thing to wear complete black? Though, her blue hair stood out in little spots. The black knit hat she wore was the best thing she had to cover that vibrate color. Plus those doc martins she had in the closet for how long, was the perfect thing for the bumpy walk.

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pheonixwaves
2008-09-29 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Ita couldn't help but giggle at her friend's inebriated state. She kept it quiet, though - more of a hissing chuckle than her usually recognizable girlish giggle. But at the same time, she was concerned about her friend. She always got concerned when a friend was not their right mind. She had brought a small baggie of some green stuff with her, but she would wait until after their mission was complete to celebrate. Then nobody would feel obligated to stay for the fun if they didn't want any, nor would anybody be upset because they left when they didn't to stay.

"Sasha!" Ita giggle whispered. "No happy sauce until you climb out of that ditch, or at least stand on your own," the elemental warned. Even if she also had no idea where the happy sauce went to. Whether Sasha stood up or not, Ita jumped down into the ditch with her. "Want me to heal it up for you? It'll hurt in the morning if I don't."

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