Christopher Ewing (ewingtemper) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-18 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bad romance, allison argent, christopher ewing |
Who: Christopher and Allison
What: Stalking and wooing
Where: The Wilderness and then the Inn if Christopher gets his way
When: Early Friday, June 21st
Warnings: Lots of second hand embarrassment
The entire day before Christopher had felt restless and he noticed that he wasn't the only one feeling that way. So was John Ross and in the morning when he picked up something to eat in the kitchen he was pretty sure that his cousin had left the Inn. A couple of the others were acting off too, but he didn't mention it to anyone. Instead he decided to take a walk of his own and see where his feet led him. He was feeling a little wistful, so he went up to his room and found his two favorite pieces. A shotgun that he strapped over his shoulder and a pistol that had been passed down from his grandaddy Jock to his father and then down to him when he had turned thirteen years old.
There was almost a skip to his step as he was out the door. A lot of the Inn were still sleeping, so he made sure to be quiet even if he wanted to greet each and every one of them with a smile. It was such a good and beautiful morning.
He decided to make his way towards town, but before he arrived, he heard some rustling of leaves a ways away from him and when he looked up he saw one of the cabins. He was sure he'd passed by here before more than once, but he'd never really taken much notice of it. Why would he? There were all sorts of cabins in the woods out here. He and John Ross didn't have any use to try them out since they had made their homes at the Inn.
Nearly turned away, Christopher stopped short when he saw someone in one of the windows. She was gazing out almost like she was looking for someone. His vision zeroed in on her and he knew he had to meet her. Dark hair and skin like porcelain, she was so beautiful. He didn't have a mirror, but he brushed his hair a little with his fingers and straightened his shirt, and readjusting the shotgun over his shoulder before approaching the cabin. He was about to meet the love of his life. He just knew it.
Christopher walked at a brisk pace until he was on the porch and knocked twice. The beautiful girl answered the door in just a few moments and he was smiling at her. "Hello, ma'am. My name is Christopher Ewing. I thought I saw someone here as I was passing by and I wanted to introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you."