Astoria Greengrass (irondaisy) wrote in the_colony, @ 2010-08-22 01:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | ^ week 19, andrew kirke, molly williams, | drew and molly |
Week 19- Friday
Who: Andrew Kirke and Molly Williams.
Location: The woods and Riverbank not too far from the house
Summary: Molly and Drew go exploring and stumble over Molly’s new pet project.
Rating: G
The scenery was one of the things that made they area in now better than Vegas. The walk to the river had been uneventful, but Molly was just happy to get out. It had been a while and she was certain that she was going to go crazy. She was also with good company; she loved all of the people in the house in the most sincere way possible, but Drew was just a little more special. She knew him the longest, and he kept her around even after she threatened to shoot him the first time they met. She grinned over at him a bit, glad she had convinced him to come out with her.
“I think we should find a Christmas tree like... next week? Or the week after, you know, like closer to Christmas. Meg and I used up a whole bunch yarn on the ornaments, and they look cute.” Molly explained animatedly as she stomped through the woods, looking over at Drew every few seconds. Drew followed her with his hands buried deep in his pockets, smiling. She couldn’t help noticing he wasn’t his normal animated self, but considering the last week it was no wonder.
“They do look good, I’ll give ya that,” he replied. “I don’t think we’ll have much trouble findin’ a decent-sized tree and dragging it back. I’m more curious as to how we’ll do it without a chainsaw. I didn’t see sign of one in the garage.”
Molly just shrugged at him, “Eh, I’m sure it’s not that hard. I mean, I’ve seen movies and stuff that are supposed to be set back in the olden days or whatever, and they just use an axe.” She nodded confidently, “I’m sure we could do something like that.”
“With a pine tree?” he replied with a laugh. “It’d be easier to just dig the sucker out. Getting a good swing at it would be impossible without stripping off branches.”
Molly laughed. “Well, well, if it isn’t Drew, Mister know-it-all about trees.” She rolled here eyes at him. “If you want to be the one to dig out a Christmas Tree, be my guest.”
“I grew up in Oregon,” Drew said matter-of-factly. “I know a little about trees. Mostly that they’re fun to clime and smell good. Though obviously you should be careful,” he added, “since it’s cold and wet now.”
“You don’t have to live in Oregon to climb trees.” She teased, “I climbed plenty when I was a kid in California. Granted, spent more time on the beach, but trees were climbed and knees were scraped.”
Drew hummed in acquiesce, still a little leery of the idea of anyone doing dangerous things now that there weren’t doctors around. He didn’t want Molly to hurt herself, but he knew better than to speak up about it. She was a smart girl. “We should definitely go egg-hunting in the spring,” he said absently.”
“I haven’t been egg hunting since I was a little girl. I think it’d be fun though. I mean, so long as you don’t make me wear some over starched and disgustingly colored dress. I swear, my mom used to find the ugliest things to stuff me and then parade me around for pictures, just so she’d have blackmail.” She said giving a rather ungraceful, snorting laugh.
Drew’s laughter grew even louder. “I meant like, actual egg hunting. Not like easter egg hunting; checking nests and stuff. You ever done that?”
“Oh.” She said, a little softly at first. “Nope. I couldn’t even tell you one egg from another.” She said with a shrug, “You used to do that kind of stuff a lot?”
“Not to eat, but sometimes. I was a lame kid,” Drew admitted, grinning some. “Just music and running around outside.”
“Hey, at least you went outside, right? I knew a kid, he lived on my grandmother’s street in Maine, he never left his house. Like legit, this kid did not leave his PlayStation. My brother used to go over and play video games with him sometimes. I don’t think I ever saw this kid leave his house.” She shrugged, “Besides, you’re a pretty okay adult. Still a little lame though.” She winked.
“From you, I’ll take that as a complement,” he countered, reaching over to give her a light shove. The woods were thinning again in their casual walk as they made their way once more towards the river. He almost wished that he’d brought a fishing pole or something, so as not to come back empty-handed. Leisure time means not having to do anything. Relax, guy, he told himself.
“Let’s go see if we can find some good materials to make stuff with on the bank,” he said, risking his own manliness for a moment. “We could paint the stones and use ‘em as ornaments or something. I bet we could scrounge up some paints.”
“There are probably all sorts of water shiny pebbles or something that we can glue to string and hang around the tree.” She grinned, bouncing a bit as she walked next to him. “Or pine cones, I’m sure there are things here that we can use as decorations. I think I still have some paint that I brought from the Sorority house in Vegas.”
The two of them tromped their way down the riverbank and immediately started hunting around. It was a good way to pass the time, albeit silently, and on one occasion Drew practiced some stone skipping. He hadn’t done it since he was a kid, and he hadn’t gotten any better with age.
Molly wandered up and down a small section of the bank, making quick work of finding things that they could use as decorations, pebbles and the like that she cleaned and stuffed into her pocket. It wasn’t terribly exciting in nature, but it was something to do other than sit around the farm. She was turning to say something to Drew when she heard a noise, soft and pathetic, a high pitched whimper of a noise. Turning to the sound, she could see something a little further down the bank, though it wasn’t entirely clear what it was. Molly reckoned she’d know that sound anywhere.
“Is that a cat?” She asked out loud, though not necessarily to Drew. She tilted her head a bit and stared at it before rushing off towards the bump on the bank. “I think it’s hurt, poor thing.” She called over her shoulder.
“Molly, be careful!” Drew immediately called back, hurrying over to her, “it might have rabies!”
“It doesn’t have rabies,” Molly said as she dropped to her knees next to the wounded animal. She put her hand out to it, for a second before moving to pet the slightly matted fur. The kitten hissed weakly in protest, but didn’t do much else to protest. She frowned turning back to Drew, “It’s just a kitten, it looks hungry. We have to take it back with us!” She pouted a little bit.
Drew looked at the kitten over Molly’s shoulder, frowning a little. It definitely was a kitten. “I... suppose that’d be okay,” he said slowly. He couldn’t help but worry that the poor thing might die overnight, leaving Molly devastated.
Molly nodded at Drew’s words. She leaned forward and carefully picked up the small malnourished animal, tucking it in between her chest and her jacket it keep it warm. She smiled just a little as the animal gave off a weak purring sound. “You don’t think the dogs will mess with her do ya? I mean, I can keep her in me and Jack’s room anyway, but I don’t want her getting bullied by any of the dogs.” she told Drew.
“I think something that tiny’s askin’ for trouble,” he answered honestly. “But if you give her some time to get better, I’m sure they’ll all adapt to each other. Might wanna keep her high enough that Bosie won’t think she’s a squirrel or something, though. Just a warning.”
“Well, she’ll get bigger. She just needs some food and some place warm. Don’t you, baby?” She cooed at the cat, scratching its head with one finger as it cuddled against her, “Whatchya think we should name it?”
“Wet rat?” Drew offered with a playful smile. He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “What about Rogue? Since, y’know, we found her here.”
“Rogue is a good name.” Molly said after a moment of thought, “Makes me think of that one chic from the X-Men movies. Like, the one who like touches you and steals your super power and has a really bad accent.”
Drew laughed out loud at that, swinging one arm around her shoulders. “Rogue it is, then. C’mon, we better get her back to the house and get some food in her. Maybe Bridget will spare us one of the little cans of baby food she’s hoarding away.”