I DONT WANNA MESS THIS THING UP | open joining

[videnda]

☆ ★ ☆ heat was intriguing to dahlia. She didn't feel it too often on the mountain. But it meant that the would be a lot of plants out. She had been climbing down because someone had told her that there was a lovely patch of black eyed Susan's at the base and she just had to see them for herself.

Seeing the man, she froze. "um... hi there..." the fifteen year old stammered out, obviously surprised. "this is flintlock cabins territory, so uh you can't really come over here unless you wanna join us, but i don't think I can actually invite you to do that because I don't know if I can accept you or not..." She scratched the back of her head.

"Oh! Johannes three no need to be so gruff about it. He might be nice!  I'm dahlia by the way!" She chided softly, evidently having no qualms with telling the dictator what to do. 

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;border: 0px black solid;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;"]the sound of a voice caught his attention. his gaze slowly roamed from the sign to johannes. his hazel eyes would examine him for a moment. he looked significantly stronger then him, but strength took energy, and speed took less. "i suggest you lay down your weapon before you hurt someone. like yourself." he muttered, looking back to the lodge curiously. he looked to dahlia and nodded. "i have no violent intentions. my name is uliare. i was wondering and climbed the mountain. i didn't know one of those weird tribes lives here." uliare would rumble, popping his knuckles.

[ashen]

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[videnda]

☆ ★ ☆ She nodded. "Yeah! We live up here, and it's really really nice. I dunno if tribe is exactly whar we are but close enough. Were just a little settlement really," she shattered on, before looking at Johannes. Turning back to Uliare, she frowned. "Okay you can't exactly talk to him like that because he's the leader and you might piss him off and he's actually pretty good with that spear thing." She continued talking, obviously taking the tension lightly.

"oh do stay! It'd be really fun!" she pleaded, she liked Uliare,  he seemed like gun and plus he didn't belittle her or anything!

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;border: 0px black solid;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;"]at the mention of staying, he glanced between the two, frowning. he wasn't one to like a big group- but he faintly remembered the dream. the black and red outfits, people clad in them and splattered in blood, a woman who betrayed them.. he felt like this was alright, like it was the right thing to do. they could probably use someone who was good with a boy and arrow anyways.

"alright." he sighed, taking his full switch blade from his camp pant pocket, cleaning the dirt from under his over grown nails. at he sound of dahlia begging him to stay, he felt his stomach and heart plummet all at once. this girl was a kid, and she wanted him to stay. "fine, i guess ill stay. but i talk to people how i want, and if he wants to stab me on top of his pointy stick," he paused when he realised how wrong that sounded and cleared his throat.

"hed have to catch me first."

[ashen]

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[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;border: 0px black solid;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;"]his eyes wandered back to johannes, looking slightly bored as the other spoke. he would hold up his dirty and bloodied hands, he grunted and pat them on his dark tank top. "i know how to patch myself up. i'm my own best bet. no offence, kid." he grunted a bit quietly.

he didn't know much more than how to clean a cut, cauter it shut, and bandage it, so he was joking himself. he was a fighter, a hunter- not a healer. he sighed and took his eyes from his hands, back to the lodge. it looks so.. sad. run down. pitiful.

"where do people stay?"

[ashen]

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[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;border: 0px black solid;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;"]heat. it was such a horrible thing. beating down on his dark hair and making it feel like he was on fire. he sighed, shrugging off his flannel and standing in his black tank top at the bottom of the gargantuan mountain standing in his way. the farther up he looked, he wondered if it would get hotter or colder. hopefully the latter. he looked at his old, worn out cleats, knowing that they'd help on the way up.

so the treck began, starting to pant as the rise began got more and more steep. he grabbed onto tree roots, digging his fingers into the ground when there wasn't any, using long fingernails as holds. he remembered doing this, but it seemed like a dream, jumping to get up mountains, wearing leather like armour as a huge, frost breathing dragon tried to knock him off- but it was just a dream.

as he finally got to flatter ground, he stood straight, staring at the ski lodge that stood in front of him, tall and proud but still falling apart. it reminded him of home, almost. he looked down the mountain he had climbed, looking down at his peeling and bloody calluses, the splinters from the roots. he rose an arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and moved to the front door, staring up at the old, rotting sign. "mh.."

[ashen]

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