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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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.