http://the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2010-07-10 08:24 pm

Ninth entry: Storm


[Having 'known' about the storm a little way before everyone else, Elizabeth had already packed few important items. However, as she was about to leave, when Mello's video message flickered onto her blackberry, the signal poor and the quality low. However, his message was clear in itself. 
           Tucking the little black device into a handy pocket on her dress, she unzips her tent, and is more than a little shocked at what she sees; the beach is littered with destroyed tents, palm branches and leaves, and just general debris. Trying to remember the way to the onsen, she struggles to stay up right at the weather continues to worsen. 
                            For the first time since they arrived on the beach, she was glad to not be in her usual clothes, as one of her dresses would have been utter hell to drag through the now rather chaotic jungle path. Thankfully, after what seemed like an eternity, the Onsen loomed into view
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[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Ichabod was just coming down the path and spots Elizabeth. He rushes to her aid to help her with her belongings.]

I found a cave just to the side away from the path of the wind. It is not much though it will suffice to keep us from being caught in the rain.

A little tired but okay. XD

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks out on the beach and sighs.]

I had hoped for others to come though they had scattered.

[He presses his back against the cave wall and slid down. His cooler, chest of clothes and some dried fish were already here. He spent the entire night prior looking for a place and moving his belongings before the storm.

Worry is present on his face and pressed his chin to his knee.]

I hope that everyone is safe where they chose to be.

Nice!! That's awesome!

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[He lifts his chin from his knee and sighs.]

I suppose then that there is nothing left to do than to wait out the storm.

[He pulls out his flip card from inside his shirt and begins to twist the string to calm his nerves.]

((So was I. It's not your fault. But still that thread was funny. XD))

Ouch.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyes look up from the card and at Elizabeth.]

It is something that my mother gave me as a child. It has calmed me during the worst of times. Would you like to see it?

[He stops flipping it and holds it out for Elizabeth to look at.]

It is my most cherished possession.

Now you know again which is a wonderful incentive. XD

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He places his hands over hers and twists the ribbon.]

The faster you spin the card, the more the two pictures become one in the spinning. It is what is called optics. The science of sight and illusion.

Whoohoo!! Congrats!!

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Ichabod gulps down the lump in his throat thickly and sits back. He hadn't thought of his past in a long time other than in dreams and he's hardly had the time to think...until now.]

She was....beautiful. She had the spirit and wonder that a child of nature would have. I remember when I was very young that she would tell me stories of the elements and taught me how to read them. I was only 7 years old when she was taken from me through death.

[His smile became uneasy and forced. He remembered that he did the same thing with Eddie and it was now time for him to trust. He inhaled deeply.]

She had this ability to read the stars and can tell when the weather was about to change. She had a gift for reading the trees and would know when the rains would come. I was just beginning to learn myself and my teaching was cut short.

I loved my mother dearly. I still do.

You're welcome.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He closes his eyes for a moment when the card was pushed back into his hand. To him, it was as if his entire life opened up.]

No, don't be. If I wished not to talk about her, I would not have. The love I have for my mother is not often shared so readily. It is an act of trust that I have said anything. Please do not count yourself at fault.

[He puts the card back into his sleeve and moved to sit beside Elizabeth and not across from her.]

As you have shared a part of yourself to me, I thank you.

Ouch! That would hurt. XD

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed.

[Once he realizes how close he was to her, he moves toward the center.]

I beg pardon. I was too forward. Forgive me.

[He lowers his head slightly before he looks out at the storm.]

LOL Oh the hair!!

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[He clears his throat at first then begins to chuckle.]

Well, if there is some consolation to this ordeal it is that I finally have the chance to air out something that I have told no one else. I am glad I did. There is no need to worry now and I feel...stronger in a way.

[He sees that she's beginning to plait her hair again and blushes slightly, looking away toward the darkening clouds.]

The winds have picked up.

[And a tent is pulled from the stakes and is sailing across the beach like a kite.]

That's cool! It's a part of her and that's alright. Ichabod plays with a toy.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Reaching out for Elizabeth's hand, he gives a firm but gentle squeeze that let's her know in his way that he understands.]

I do not like the storms either.

Yep! And thanks!!

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-12 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[Even he jumps a little from the lightning and blows out a puff of air from his exasperation.]

'Tis only a storm. A force of nature.

Sorry for the late response. I had to log off. Sunday's and Monday's are my worst days.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-12 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[He thinks about Gunpowder and smiles.]

Very well. I will tell you how Gunpowder and I first met.

[He thinks back at the memory.]

I met with a man named Angus Killian who had a wife named Elizabeth. Wonderful family. Well, upon my arrival into the town, I realized that I needed to rent a horse in order to move about and to investigate the Western Woods. Little did I know that the very moment that I took the reigns of Gunpowder, I would have to ride him.

He nearly took me in the opposite direction of where I needed to go until he saw Knicker run out of the stable with Mr. Killian. That was when he decided not to be silly and listen.

Oh that's right!!

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-12 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods and smiles.]

Yes. He certainly has a personality. He has head butted me once and has thrown me off the saddle by stopping abruptly and landed in the creek only because he wished not to move.

Not yet. I'm still catching up from a weekend of limited access.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-13 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gives a dejected sigh.]

Yes, I know. I miss him too. Despite all the trouble that he has given me, he did make sure that I was kept safe. He seemed to have taken a liking to you more though I believe it is because he was showing of his avant garde.

[Then he thought about it and cleared his throat. He had that side in him as well that he didn't show readily.]

GAH!! That's right!! Oh man.....*dies laughing with Ichabod and Willy glaring at me*

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-13 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes they are.

[He softly chuckles from his memory of Gunpowder's snark.]

I miss his insults, oddly enough.

I hadn't taken any of my three off the list. So this is going to be a mess of random. XD

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-13 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
((Willy as a woman is going to be a lot of fun and a rollercoaster of emotions, Edward has been one once in another game and was kinda sore for a while from the bindings on his/her chest. Ichabod...well....that's going to be interesting to see since he's really needing to be shook up a little.))

[He smiled and took the offered half as he thought about how to tell the time from the storm. He gazed outside in thought.]

My best guess is early afternoon. The light is still able to be seen though it does present an interesting conundrum of scenarios that may present a challenge. I have never seen a storm of this magnitude before. I wonder if the bathhouse is still standing.

I know!! That's going to be so....they're going to hate me, I just know it.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-13 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I believe that they are fine. Mello assured me that the bathhouse is by far the safest structure on this island that is made my hand. Now my concern is them drifting off to see should the island flood. The rains are pretty heavy.

I understand. I'm the same way.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-15 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He stops himself from being any more of a nuisance to the cause and forces a smile.]

I doubt it will come to that.

Okie dokie.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-15 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He looked at Elizabeth and sighed before looking out the mouth of the cave.]

This place....is never as it seems.

Sorry about being late. I was kicked off the computer.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-07-15 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[His attention torn from the cave now back to Elizabeth, he pushed out the thought of death.]

Our situation appears most ominous when we think of terms when dominance is in the forefront of thought. Although we are at the mercy of this.."Author", I shall not succumb to her dominance. I must admit, the very thought of being controlled or dominated upon my every action has me curious how she does it.