They're Inside... [IC]

fangbanger · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **fangbanger** on Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:12 pm

OOC

It was a bright day, the sun was up high, birds were chirping, everything felt alive, not a cloud in the sky. Ewa stood, straightening up her back, with her palm mounted on her side, twisting her torso slightly to work out the kinks. She has been bent over, working the garden almost all day, right now, just gathering. With her small hand shielding her eyes from the sunlight, she looked over the field. Her father had been out there, adjusting the range of his bulls. He'd pull the metal from the ground, chain clanking in the distance, then move it to a spot nearby, providing his bulls and cows with more grass, after they had mowed their area.

After observing her father, with his graying bushy beard, she glanced down at the basket next to her feet. She was gathering radishes, her mother had ordered her to do. She often pickled them when the radishes were still young, and now they were running out of the picked ones. Ewa kneeled in the dirt, pulling out a few, dusting off the dirt and dropping them in the basket. Dressed in a simple dark brown dress on spaghetti straps, and her hair pulled up into a thick bun, with a black scarf wrapped around her head, matching her dark hair, she looked comfortable. Once the basket was full, she went ahead and headed towards the stash she left aside the house.

"Ewa, darlin', you almost done?" Her father called out behind her, and she swung around to answer.

"Almost, Mama said three baskets," With that, she turned back towards the house.

"When you're done, go over to the Atanauski's and ask for a few slabs of salt, yeah?" Their polish was certainly southern, and the only time she could tell was when Mari was over during the summer, to compare. Slabs of salt. Ewa always wondered why the cows needed to lick onto salt to their content, it was a sick habit, she couldn't even handle too much salt in her food.

"Yeah," Ewa called out in response. Suddenly she jumped in surprise when their dog ran past her feet, knocking the basket out of her hands. "Sasha!" Ewa screeched in anger, immediately kneeling down to gather the radishes back in the basket. That damn mutt was a nuisance most of the time, even though he was Mama's beloved pet. A mutt, mid-sized, with random patches of black and white, you couldn't even pin-point the breed. Eventually, once she gathered those three baskets for her mother, Ewa went inside to wash up. After all, she wasn't going to show up at the Atanauski's covered in dirt on her knees and hands.

(The cue for Bad guys arriving will be when she leaves for the neighboring farm.)

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:40 am

Gram Atanauski

A gentle wind suddenly pushed past the trees that surrounded Gram in the forest far beyond his house. He was laying down in the grass on his stomach, the butt of his long range rifle propped against his shoulder. His cowboy hat sat on an old limb, sprouting from a downed tree just inches from where he lay. The chilling breeze was refreshing, and it pushed away the harsh heat that the sunlight brought through the tree limbs above him. He had been in the forest early that morning, almost an hour before the sun came up. So far, he hadn't seen a single buck in sight. Or even a doe for that matter!

He ran a hand through his hair and spat in the grass, growing impatient. If he wasn't going to have any luck hunting today, he would have to go back to the farm and finish his other work he had waiting. He felt like he was wasting time just sitting in the grass. Until, finally, his target came into view. A beautiful, large buck! First, all Gram could see were the horns, slowly appearing from behind a tree nearly thirty or forty feet away. As its head started to peek out from behind the far off trees, Gram rested his cheek on the rifle. Come on out... he thought I ain't gunna hurt ya. He grinned and laughed to himself a bit as the buck's full body was now set up for a clear shot. His finger gently made its way to the trigger. Easy does it. He took a long deep breath, exhaled, and squeezed the trigger!

A large booming sound shattered the silence that filled the forest, and the buck went down. Gram heard his horse, Tamaron, neighing behind him. "Quiet down, ya pansy." He chuckled, rising up to his feet. Grabbing up his hat, he ran over to the dead deer's body with pure excitement. It was huge, much too big for him to carry himself. They must of been getting bigger this year. About a year or so ago, Gram was able to haul some of the smaller bucks off himself, at least to where he always made Tamaron wait for him. But this one was much too big for him. The young hunter placed to fingers in his mouth and blew, making a sharp whistling sound. Tamaron came blazing past the trees and stopping right in front of the tall 23 year old.

Gram bent over the dead animal, preparing to lift it onto the horse's back. "Alright Tamaron, lets get this big boy home."

Damion Scott

((Sorry for all the confusion, but I think we are going to go with the bank robbers idea.))

The car engine roared as Damion pushed the petal to the floor as far as it could go. The tires screeched and the car skidded across the road as the bank robber made a hard left turn. He pulled off his black full face mask that he wore for the break in, needing some fresh air. He couldn't help but laugh as the adrenaline continued to run up his back. The hard part was done, now all they needed to do was make a smooth get away. At first it seemed that part was going to be easy. But suddenly, three sets of blue, flashing lights appeared the Damion's rear view mirror. "Marivus better be at the meeting spot." He said to Christina who is in the seat next to him with the money. "Hope he has a way to get them off our trail too."

The impatient driver zoomed in and out of the different lanes, pushing past a long row of slow moving cars. He sped up as a the light up ahead turned yellow, and then suddenly, it turned red. "Hold on!" Damion shouted, not even attempting to press on the breaks.

AdiiLove · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AdiiLove** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:49 am

It wasn't like the work had to be done, right? Ewa was looking pretty happy, and Marika was almost certain Lord Julian Demeer was going to propose to his beloved servant girl at some point in the chapter. She had been rooting for their forbidden love since page one, and there was no way she was about to give it up to help on the gardening.

Which was more or less the argument Mari had all day for getting out of the work. That, and she was pretty sure her butt was now stuck on the porch swing. Stiff from her lack of movements, yet aching to get up and go to the washroom after downing what she was sure was a pitcher of lemonade, the teenager decided on compromise. She rolled over. It certainly felt a little better, if only to her limbs, to be on her stomach. Is wasn't as if she hadn't tried to work today. She dressed in denim jeans, an old baby tee and flip flops; if that didn't count for farm wear, she didn't know what did. Mari had even put her light brown hair into matching pig tails. But just as she was about to march out of the house, her eyes fell upon a discard book, with a generic title of Dancing with the Duke, and Mari just knew she had to read it. Plus, by sitting outside on the porch, at least she was getting some of the fresh air her parents always nagged her about.

She heard Ewa and uncle Filip call out to each other, and suppressed a smile. Marika loved their accents, and by the end of the summer, would swear she sounded like them. As Ewa walked by to go into the house, Mari dove herself into her book. She could at least look busy. But a thought made her head perk up.

Marika hopped on to her knees, a movement her lazy body scolded her for, and called into the open window above the porch. "Hey, Ewa? Ewaaa," she nearly sang her cousin's name the second time, just to be sure she'd heard. "If you're going over to the Atanauski's, could you please, please, please mention me?"

All right, so it wasn't the sneakiest of strategies and could probably be classified as cliche. But if Jacob Atanauski didn't come around this summer, Mari was pretty sure she'd go nuts.

((Most definitely going to be late for school, but voila!))

Moose · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Moose** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:00 am

The black Audi rolled to a stop on the dirt road. Marivus looked at his touch screen phone. “4:22, Yup I’m early” he said aloud. He turned off the car and arched his back pulling his fists to his shoulders in a long stretch before getting out. As he straightened his 6’2 frame to its full height, stretching once more skyward from the hour of driving. Excitement welled inside of him and he grabbed the bulge in his pleated khaki styled black trousers, squeezing it, as he pondered what lie ahead this evening.

“Oh yes, I am going to have fun this evening” he said, talking to himself again. He rubbed the palm of his hands up and down his muscle-bound chest. He loved the feel of the thin cotton, form-fitting shirt he wore. He didn’t know to whom they were paying a visit. Man, woman, or child made no difference to him; his arousal formed from domination and submission, a sadistic game.

His heart thumped in his chest as he thought of the things he might get to do. This was unlike anything he had done previously. Before, in the city, he had to keep it tame. But now, the possibilities were endless. Out here, secluded from the world, no law enforcement to hear the screams, no neighbor to call the police, no passersby to offer help, his every desire was on the table. And one of them in particular would be fulfilled this very night. One he had yet to experience. Only once had he even come close. He thought back with vivid detail.

It was winter. He had gone to the south side to fulfill his carnal desire. After picking up the whore, she led him to the hotel room she had rented. There he paid the triple price she demanded for the role play he wanted. She wasn’t more than eighteen years old, practically a child, and he bound her to the bed, gagged as he ravaged her. But it didn’t end there. What she had thought would be the end of the encounter turned out to be just the beginning. The sex over, now he played his game. Retrieving a knife from his jacket, he tormented the young girl with silence as he methodically ran the blade up and down her naked body, stopping from point to point as if intending to remove the section where it came to rest. She screamed uselessly into the gag, tears rolling down her face. He smiled at her. Then he set down the blade and wrapped his hands around her neck. He applied light pressure at first but it progressed, to her horror, to a point where she couldn’t breathe. She flailed hopelessly against the ropes binding her. He watched with ecstasy as her face contorted with fear and pain. Right before she lost consciousness, she felt the grip loosen. He was smiling an evil smile, aroused from being so close to taking a life. He ravaged her again, this time leaving as he finished, grabbing the money from her boot and throwing it down on her chest before he walked out. She was found in the same position the next morning by the hotel maids; now shamefully afraid to go to the police since the way she was found, with money all over her, told of her trade. She gathered her things and left in silence.

Marivus snapped to from his memory, aroused once more from the thoughts. Calming his thumping chest and other parts, he told himself to pace it. There would be plenty of time tonight. Tonight he intended to experience the ultimate taboo and he would take his time enjoying it.

Dazed&Confused · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dazed&Confused** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:58 am

Aleksander had woken up well before dawn as to get some chores done before the mid-day sun burnt the back of his neck. Now, the sun was up and he had just finished cleaning the stables, the wooden roof given him some shade and relief for the time being. The blond male wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and let out a breath, as he set the broom in it's proper place. Flicking his blue eyed gaze to the light brown female horse in front of him, eating hay from the corner of her pen. Alek gave her a pat on the neck before stepping out and clucking his tongue. "Time for your bath, yeah?" He questioned the horse, who followed obediently.

Usually he would slip the bridle into the horses mouth, and tie the two bungee'd ends to the opposite sides of the stable to make sure the horse wouldn't run. But Alina was probably one of the mellowest hose they owned and instead, Alek put an arm full of greens in front of the mare as he gathered up the horse, large sponge and bucket to begin his next chore. Today, he decided to wash her outside, simply because it was a nice day and the water would be refreshing.

So as Alina ate her greens, Alek took off his straw cowboy hat and hung it on on of the rungs in the stable, before shrugging off his shirt and doing the same. The hot sun beat on his already tan back as he filled the bucket and began soaping the sponge and scrubbing the horses left side, praising the mare as he did; because he knew she could easily run off. Hearing a gun shot in the distant, Alina whinnied and he rubbed the side of her neck calming and reassuring the animal. "Good girl Alina." He murmured, continuing his chore. Alek glanced off into the distance with a small smile, squinting into the sun, he was fairly sure it was his brother Gram, and that shot meant meat for dinner this week, because well, Gram didn't miss.

SilentButterflies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SilentButterflies** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 11:26 am

Jacob had awoken early that morning, a cockerel yodeling lpudly outside his window. The 20 year old and managed to stumble out of bed, pull on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and then slowly make his way downstairs, book in hand, as he headed for the porch to watch the sunrise. As he'd arrived outside, shirtless and a little cold, the heat of the day soon began to grip at him. As the sun came up, he could feel the change in termperature and snuggled down into a rock chair, which was situated at the front of the house.

Slowly, the morning dragged on and Jake managed to finish at least four chapters of his book, before placing it quietly on the side and making his way over to the long tufts of grass infront of the house. If he couldn't sleep in his bed, there was always the soft cushion of nature, right? Slowly, he'd melted into the green plant, smelling it's freshness and feeling the small stems prickle his bare back. There was nothing better than this feeling, unless you were scoring a goal or had just finished an amazing art piece.

Jake's mind slowly ran over the summer, all the football matches to be won, all the scenes he could paint. The possibilities were endless, however, a small part of him, longed for someone to share such times with. Truth be told, Jake had never had a proper girlfriend, the result of being the 'nice guy' in school. Everyone thought he was just there, really. Not that noticeable, not that special. Of course, it had never bothered him, until now when he wished he'd have spoken up sooner and earned himself a friend or something. With a sigh, Jacob rolled onto his front and buried his head in his arm. This was where he currently lay in the sun, drifting slowly into another light sleep.

StealFire · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **StealFire** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:43 pm

[Ayna]

Lead dust clung to her fingers and the sides of her hands as Anya sketched the anatomy model again and again. She meticulously drew and erased while labeling each section of the torso. Pressing harder in the ridges to get a sharper outline and shading softly on the organs to get a good texture. Then, when she finally finished the kidney, Anya stood back to examine her work. She frowned at the slightly too-large heart and at the tilted liver, but her model was satisfactory. So, with a soft sigh, she folded the paper into fourths and tucked it under her mattress.

The wooden door groaned as she entered the chicken coop to gather eggs; the only chore she still had to do. The hens were in a zen state as she entered. They sat unmoving and completely calm as she shuffled around in their nests and gathered up the warm, round eggs. Anya held each egg to the light to check for baby-chicken embryos before placing them gently in their proper places. With the fertilized eggs replaced under the hens, and the unfertilized eggs nestled in her cloth-lined basket, she headed back into the house.

[Johnathan Enric]

John pulled his Benz up next to Marivus' black Audi, and was immediately uncomfortable with the idea of being alone with this psycho path. He was always grateful that Marivus was there to handle the violent situations instead of him, but he was still afraid of the creepy look that man had in his eyes.

John new how the situation worked, he and Damion were the brains, the planners, the masterminds. They decided which houses they would hit and planned the strategies that would be used. Marivus was the brawn, the muscle, the intimidating one; the one who could be cruel enough to get the job done. Christina was the manipulator, the sneak, and the escape artist. Together they made an unstoppable team, but John knew he couldn't trust any of them. So, he took his precious time parking, unbuckling his seat belt, and fumbling with his keys; basically anything that could minimize the time he spent alone with Marivus.

fangbanger · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **fangbanger** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:54 pm

Ewa stepped out of the bathroom when Mari called for her, "Yeah?" Ewa questioned, standing in the doorway with a towel in front of her, drying her face and then her hands. The girl rarely wore make-up, dark haired, her lashes were black and full, outlining her green eyes rather fully. She looked more like mom, while Anya was the complete epitome of dad, with the longer face, and the smile. Both girls attractive.

"If you're going over to the Atanauski's, could you please, please, please mention me?" Mari chirped.

"And what am I supposed to say? 'Och, Jake, my beeeaaautiful cousin is here for the summer, Oh wait, I suppose you already know, silly me, hehe'" She over-exaggerated, flailing her arms, then covering her little fake laugh with her hand, and then she outright burst into laughter, grinning sheepishly at Mari. The towel was tossed back on the sink and she was slipping her shoes back on. It was a one and a half hour walk, five miles? She could make it in an hour if she jogged, but she wasn't hurrying anywhere. "Anyway, I'll be back," Ewa then slipped out the door.

Leaving the yard and threading through the garden to reach the fields, she glanced back to see her father going inside with her sister, who was carrying eggs, she assumed. Around this time, which was into the late afternoon, the family always seemed to take a break, eat, talk, just relax. And here was Ewa running a tedious errand, lots of walking, and she could imagine the walk back, she'll have to haul three ten pound slabs of salt back. Ugh. At least she gets to see Alek at least once today, and that certainly was a mood lifter.

The sun was still up high; in the summer, it was still light around eleven at night. After Ewa passed the fields with all the cows, she would thread through the tall grasses. She always went around the forest patch between the two farms, finding it rather dark and gloomy for her to handle, besides, there were wolves and hogs three times bigger than her. Eventually, an hour and a half later, she was walking past the Atanauski gardens and heading towards the stable upon seeing Alek. Almost nekkid. Oh, what was a sixteen year old to do, her lips already curling into a pleasant smirk.

"Hi, Alina," She purposely greeted the horse instead of him, coming around on the other side of the mare to stroke her long neck. "Where's your shirt? You also planning to take a bath with Alina?" Ewa teased, once she was done paying attention to the horse.

AdiiLove · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AdiiLove** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 2:20 pm

With Ewa's back safely turned, Mari presented her cousin with a stuck out tongue. Still, it wasn't long until she was laughing as well. Tossing Ewa a good bye and a wave, Marika flopped back onto the porch swing. It began to sway with from the movement, and she placed a bare foot on the wooden boards of the porch so it continued to rocky lazily.

With both Filip and Anya coming in from the distance, Mari realized she had more or less wasted her morning. The familiar pang of guilt struck her. It wasn't like she didn't do anything. Perhaps hard to believe, she really was a good cook. Something about flour and sugar was a lot less threatening than mud and rabid chickens. Mari vowed she'd help with dinner tonight. And with that, the guilt went away.

Grabbing her book, she flipped through the pages until Lord Julian's named flashed up. Resting her elbow on the swing, she cupped her cheek in her hand. A smile played on her features. Marika shared few of her cousin's darker looks. Her long hair was a light brown, with little hints of natural blonde woven throughout. Her eyes were a sea green, almost always shining with some secret joke or amusing thought. And, unlike Ewa, she couldn't imagine life without at least a little bit make-up. It would be a tragedy if her lip gloss ran out during this stay.

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 3:07 pm

Gram Atanauski

Lifting the buck onto his back wasn't as easy as Gram thought it would be. The animal was heavier than it looked, despite its enormous size. But the hunter managed to get the animal onto his shoulders and transferred the crippling weight onto Tamaron's back. He patted the horse's neck and took the reigns, leading him out of the forest towards the farm. Being strong and sturdy, the large buck didn't seem to be that much of a burden on Tamaron's back. The horse didn't seem to struggle with the extra weight while walking, which Gram was greatly pleased for.

As the farm came into view over the grassy hills, Gram's sharp eyes were able to see two small figures standing beside the stables with a third larger figure. obviously, the third figure was a horse. As he drew closer and closer to the farm, he could see the first figure was tall and blond headed, and the other was most definitely a dark headed little girl. "Looks like the girl friend stopped by for a visit." Gram spoke to his steed as if he could understand him. The horse moved his head from said to side, stomping his front foot. "You said it, brother."

He led Tamaron around the side of the stables close to where Alek and Ewa were. He didn't say anything, just smiled and tipped his hat towards the girl, acknowledging she was there. Then he pulled his horse over next to a table, placed the dead dear on top of it, and looked around for a knife, getting ready to skin it.

Kai · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kai** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 4:17 pm

The frightened screams were still resonating in her ears. Such an interesting emotion to pull out of someone and it hadn’t even taken them much to do it. Pull out a gun and people assumed that you would shoot. Of course, Christina had never killed a person before in her life. People stopped amusing her when they fell dead. It wasn’t fun after that. No, she preferred to keep them alive and let the boys deal with the messy work when they got tired of her little games.

Christina was still laughing at the scene they had just caused even as she pulled off her face mask, shaking her head to send long dreads spilling around her shoulders and down her back. She stuffed the mask into her bag, reaching over to take a look at all of the cash that they had just gotten. “Quit your worrying, Wiz,” she told Damion, smirking with a glance over to him. “They won’t hold out for long anyways,” she added dismissively, barely even paying attention to the cop cars behind him. They were the law and the law was plain boring. Christina didn’t like paying attention to boring things such as that.

It wasn’t until Damion yelled to hold on that she even bothered to look up from their newly acquired cash, seeing the red light up ahead. Her free hand instantly shot up to the roof of the car to keep herself steady as they shot through the intersection and she whipped her head around to look through the back window and see how the cops would fair behind them. She saw that they lost two of them as one crashed into an oncoming car and the other swerved, barely missing the same fate, causing Christina to laugh as she turned to look up front once again.

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 4:39 pm

Damion Scott

Damion almost couldn't believe they had made it through the light, losing the cop cars at the exact same time! He laughed along with Christina, relieved to have made it away safe and sound for now. He turned around a few more corners, making sure anymore cops couldn't trace them again. Finally, he came to the dirt road, searching for his other two partners. It wasn't hard to find them, parked next to each other in the dust.

"Sorry for the wait, fellas." Damion said as he pulled up next to John's car. "We were just so busy counting all the cash we made." He snatched a hand full of money from the bags in Christina's lap and held it up. "Now if you don't mind we need to be getting out of here. No telling when more men in blue will come to track us down. John, I'm guessing you have a way for us to get out of here quickly and unseen, right?"

John was smart and reliable, and Damion trusted him. He knew John had a quick mind that helped him to easily think up of answers to difficult situations, which was why the bank robber valued his company.

Moose · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Moose** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:21 pm

Marivus looked at the three accomplices questioning himself as to why he bothered. Nevertheless he was indeed ready to get them off the road. He knew even his father’s influence wouldn’t suffice to deliver him in the face of armed robbery charges from a bank heist. He reached into the window of his car and grabbed the little container, snorting the small amount of powder within. Turning around to face the others, eyes watering and sinuses ablaze, he set his plan in motion.

“I have your way out.” He peered over the hood of Damion’s car, searching the horizon for any sign of an approaching tail. He saw none, yet. Damion had done well to establish a good distance between himself and the pursuers. He looked at the dread locked girl.
“Catch” he said and threw his keys to the Audi to her.” You and John take my car, down this road here about a half a kilometer; there is a farm. We will be ….uh… using it for the night,” he chuckled with an evil smile. He turned to Damion.
“You and me are gonna ditch these two cars up this way.” He pointed to a gated fence leading onto a large field and towards a copse of trees.”We’ll have to hoof it back.”
“Oh and one more thing,” he was talking to Christina again, “drive slow, you don’t want a half kilometer dust cloud drawing a big freaking arrow straight to where we are. When you get there, grab the bag of goodies in the trunk. I brought along some things to help us. Have a look if you like.” He smiled again.

Marivus felt electricity in the air; partly from the coke but also from the circumstance by which the four of them met on this dusty road. The other three were committed, he knew that, but he was about to become party to it by aiding their escape. He knew he had leverage on them. What they didn’t know was the family to whom the farm belonged was indeed home. They would find out very soon.

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:59 pm

Damion Scott

At first Damion started to laugh as Marivus spoke about his plans. It was John whom was better suited for the job of the escape, but as the planning continued, Damion's mocking thoughts turned to bewilderment.

"Well I'll be damned," Damion said amazed "the muscle has a brain. Great work Marivus. Christina, John, you heard the man. Get to it. Don't forget the money, Christina."

Once Christina was out of the car, Damion guided the vehicle around towards the gated fence where the big guy had pointed to. He nudged the gate with the front of his car, gently opening it and drove on through. As he looked around, he noticed that Marivus had done his homework. The field had plenty of trees to hide and seemed to be completely abandoned, a perfect spot to ditch the cars.

Damion drove into the trees, plunging into them like a spear, making sure to conceal the entire vehicle. He got out, making sure there was room enough for Marivus to hide his vehicle that was coming down the road. He watched as John and Christina drove further and further away. Hoof it back he laughed. No kidding. It didn't bother him too much though. He was strong and athletic enough to make it back, he just didn't want to get caught on an open road with no vehicle or gun in between him and some cops.

Kai · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kai** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:34 pm

Christina looked up to the two as Damion pulled up beside them, a taunting smirk set upon her features that she often wore after a particularly exciting day. She was still musing to herself, going over the robbery in her mind. Partially for entertainment value, yet partially just to make sure that they didn't leave any clues behind that would lead the police to them. So far she hadn't found any and that suited her just fine.

The exchange between Marivus and Damion didn't interest her too much. She rarely ever got involved in the planning stages. Her specialties were in the executions of whatever plans the boys thought up. Though much like the man beside her she was surprised to hear Marivus speaking up with a plan instead of John. It was a pleasant surprise. An elegant eyebrow arching his way, she lifted a hand just in time to catch the keys that were thrown to her. “A farm, huh?” she questioned before opening her door and climbing out of the car.

She cast a glance around before reaching back in to collect the bags of cash and her own personal bag. As she shut the door, she turned to look at Marivus, her green eyes narrowing slightly against the sun as he put out a lecture about her driving. “I could get them completely lost and confused if you'd like,” she gave a quiet laugh with the suggestion but brushed if off just as quickly, knowing he would never go for some reckless scheme that her mind thought up to entertain itself with. Truth be told, she would have loved to take the car for a good spin but she wasn't stupid and the fact that he even mentioned it irked her somewhat. She chose to not make a scene of it, though, brushing past as she headed for the car and tossed the bags inside.

“Don't forget to wipe off any fingerprints, boys,” she told them, her own little come-back at the obvious, as she climbed into the driver's seat, waiting for John to get in as well. As she waited for him to get himself situated, she started up the car, resisting the urge to floor it as she heard the engine come to life. With a glance in John's direction, she offered him a wink before pulling out to drive off down the road that Marivus had indicated, a smile of excitement on her face despite the lack of speed. She would behave... For now... Soon they were out of sight of the others and on their way to the farm, idly wondering what goodies there were to discover, though she could wait to find out.

Dazed&Confused · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dazed&Confused** on Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:50 pm

Alek continued his relaxing chore of giving the horses their bath, in fact, he probably found it just as relaxing as the animal did. For some reason horses were pleasant to talk to, when no one else was around. Talking to animals probably made him just a bit strange, but the blond, Atanauski didn't mind much. Scrubbing the mare's light brown fur with the perfect amount of pressure, he moved in a clockwise motion, like karate kid's 'wax on' 'wax off' lesson.

Suddenly a voice broke him from his trance, and Alek's blue eyed flicked up towards the pleasantly familiar voice. He smiled as she girl greeted the horse, faintly rolling his eyes before she came around the opposite side and questioned him. The youngest Atanuski son put his chore on hold for the moment as he dropped the sponge in the bucket, strode a few steps over to grab a hand towel and dry his hands. Hanging the small towel over his shoulder, Alek wore a crooked half smile. "Hanging up." He began, grabbing his cowboy hat and placing it back on shielding his eyes from the sun. "And I wasn't, but you never know what she's planning. Better safe than sorry." He retorted, patting the mare's side affectionately with a smile.

Bending over to pick up the hose, Alek began rinsing Alina off as he side stepped around. "How 'bout you? "He started, glancing at her quizzically. "You didn't walk five miles just to see me did you?" Questioned the boy as 'lina snorted out some air and bobbed her head, clearing enjoying the cold water soaking her hair. It didn't take him much longer to finish the rinsing, in fact, he was done just as Gram showed up. He nodded back to his brother, who was in fact hauling back quite a large buck. Another pat to Alina's side and Alek picked up the soap and water filled bucket, placing it back in the threshold of the stable.

Despite his questioning, he knew exactly why Ewa was here. She made the five mile trek to his family's farm once a day to get salt slabs for their cows. With a wave to Gram, Alek pulled on his shirt, re-adjusted his hat and lead Alina back into her stall for the time being. "I'll be back to brush you later" He informed her, before exiting the stable and stuffing both hands in his pockets, walking towards Ewa. "Going to get today's salt slabs." He called to his older brother, before smiling at Ewa, glad he got to take a quick break to walk with youngest Kilinski. "So, how's the garden of yours?" Questioned Alek, attempting to make some idle small talk as they made their way across the field, back towards his home as the sun began in descent in the sky signaling evening was here.

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Thu Nov 12, 2009 1:32 am

Gram Atanauski

Gram found his good knife hanging on the wall next to a set of pitchforks and shovels. It was sheathed in fine black leather with patterns on it that he had made with the end of a heated piece of metal. He had made it with his father when he was just a small child and had been using it for everything ever since. He sat at the table, unsheathed the blade, and went to work on the buck. He made a long cut from the buck's neck down his belly. The stink would of been unbearable for most other people, like Ewa's cousin Mari, but Gram did this for a living and almost enjoyed the smell. It meant a new pair of shoes for him, or a small jacket or even a weeks ration of food.

Gram turned around to look at his baby brother as he called to him about the salt slabs. It was just then that he realized Alek's shirt was missing, and Ewa was flirting with him but only slightly. He raised and eye brow and replied to his brother saying, "Is that what they're calling it now?" Gram laughed at his own joke, teasing the two kids, and he couldn't help but think how well they were together. His mind suddenly turned to Anya, realizing it had been a long time since he'd seen her. Despite what he told his family, he truly did miss her from time to time. As if Tamaron could read his mind, the horse snorted and nudged Gram's shoulder with his nose.

"No, boy." Gram answered. "I got too much work to do. Besides she ain't interested in me anyway."

The horse kicked the ground, snorting a second time.

"I'm not going soft! What kind of talk is that? You best get in your stall before I skin you too." he threatened. But of course, Gram could never ever himself to do that to his most beloved horse. He had raised Tamaron since it was only a small colt and had grown incredibly attached to him. Gram patted the horse's head and said, "Alright you know I don't mean it. Now get in the stall boy, I got to finish up." He pointed to an open stall, and the beautiful steed walked into the stall, obeying the young hunter.

AdiiLove · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AdiiLove** on Thu Nov 12, 2009 2:43 am

So Lord Julian Demeer hadn't proprosed in the chapter. Or the next. Or the next. But, just as Marika was about to give up all hope, her eyes fell upon the magic words.

"Anne, I... I love you," Lord Julian murmured.

"Mari!"

Anne's eyes misted up, "Oh, Julian..."

"Mari!"

Julian pulled a small box from his coat, got down on one knee and...

"Marika!" Aunt Kasia was hovering over her, features somewhere between a smile and a frown. Mari glanced at her page, then at her aunt, and sighed. Folding the corner of the book, she propped herself up on her elbows.

"Hey, Aunt Kasia." Mari winced a bit at the weariness that crept into her voice. But it wasn't her fault the book was finally going the way she wanted!

"Come on, dear," Kasia said in the accent that made Mari smile. It also made her wonder if her own mom had ever had an accent like that. If she did, it would have been long lost when she was born. Too bad , Mari mused, if mom had an accent, I could get away with one too. Then she realized her aunt was still talking.

"Some snacks are on the table," Aunt Kasia repeated for what Marika hoped was only the second time. "If you don't eat something, your mom's going to think we starved you!" The older woman chuckled to herself, shooing Mari inside. At least she hadn't mentioned the fact that her chores hadn't been done.

Uncle Filip was a different matter. She wasn't two steps in the door before he boomed loudly. "I see Ewa was in the fields again! Alone!" Was it her, or did he always seem to be yelling? Her father was a soft spoken man. Maybe she just hadn't adjusted. Mari was about to explain she had planned to use up the unspent energy on cooking dinner, but she held her tongue. It might be filed under backtalk, something her parents let her know she had. Instead, she sat quietly down on the wooden chair while bread, butter and cookies were laid out before her and her uncle.

Where the heck was Anya? At least with her around, the conversation could drift away from Mari and her lack of initiative.

SilentButterflies · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SilentButterflies** on Thu Nov 12, 2009 12:22 pm

Jacob awoke, to a small snuffling sound right beside his left ear. With a groan he rolled onto his back, only to be greeted by the swipe of a claw across his cheek. "Owwww!" He yelped and leapt up, clutching his face and swaying a little. "What the freaking hell was that?" He moaned and squinted his eyes open. Slowly, they landed upon a small tabby cat, which now sat with it's ears back, green eyes glistening. "NALA!!" Jake reached down to pick up the small feline, when it miowed once and trotted off in the other direction. "I'll get you back!" He threatened and started his advance upon the cat, before it scooted wearily off into the bushes.

Jake straightened himself up in the morning sun, still mourning his once scarless cheek. Now, he had a small gash, just under his left eye. Ok, so it was almost microscopic, but little cuts always hurt more, right? With a sigh, he made his way back inside the house, planning on grabbing something to eat and changing. The summer day was long and hot, the fields just waiting for his company.

That's where Jake spent the rest of the day. Amongst the tall grass in his favourite spot. The wind blew a gentle breeze and the sun beat down on his bare back as he kicked the ball around, scoring goals and tackling thin air. Life was good on a farm.

Eventually, after wearing himself out, Jacob led down under a lonely tree, enjoying the cool shade it's shadow provided. He picked a strand of grass and hung it out of the side of his mouth, delicately chewing on the edge. He'd probably stay here until it went dark and then had back on home. He never really saw much of his siblings in a day, but they knew he was a bit of a recluse and so tended to leave him alone until he decided to show his face.

fangbanger · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **fangbanger** on Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:03 pm

Ewa was rather obvious, how could she not be? She was a girl after all. Her hands behind her, clasping each other, footing a little clumsy, and when around him, her smile was as bright as the sun. When he mentioned his shirt was hanging up, she glanced past the horse and towards the hat and shirt, then back at him, avoiding looking at him more than was necessary, otherwise, she'd be red in the face.

"Aha, that's true, but I don't think Alina is easy to spook," Ewa reached over to stroke the mare's pelt, then wrapped her small arms around her neck, pressing her cheek to her muscled neck. "You're a calm girl, arentcha," The brunette giggled, pulling back to pat the pleasant mare.

Once Alek began rinsing off the mare, Ewa stepped back, since she wasn't planning to be sprayed by the splashing water. "Hm? Me?" Ewa turned to look at him, then snapped her gaze back onto the horse, the water, anything except him. "Hah! You wish, why would I want to see you," She teased, grinning sheepishly. Eventually, Alek was done rinsing the mare, while Ewa cooed to her. And it was then that Gram came into view, his horse hauling a large buck. "Hiya, Gram," Ewa waved, only receiving a nod in greeting.

Ewa waited outside while Alek settled Alina back in the stable, then was back to join her outside, calling out to his brother. Ewa smirked, enjoying the fact that he knew exactly why she was here. The salt slabs were delivered every month, but only to the Atanauski's because the Kilinski's were too far away from the road. When Alek joined Ewa back outside, heading towards the house, with her at his side, he questioned of her garden deep in the forest.

"Och, my Gladiolies didn't turn out the color that I wanted, I think mom gave me the wrong seeds, but it's okay, they're bright yellow," Ewa explains enthusiastically, keeping into step with him. Hands lifted to free her dark hair from the bun she wore it in, and unwrap that dreadful scarf from her head, allowing her sidebangs to line her forehead.

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