Scenario: You (you, your character, ect...) wake up in the middle of nowhere. As you lift head up to stand, you can't help but notice the field of sand around you. You ponder about tis as you try to remember how you ended up here.
In the distance, through the darkness, you can see a faint light. It seems to be coming from a small wooden tree house up ahead...
In the window the small tree house, Easel looked out from the window, staring into the abyss until he catches sight of you. His body stiffens as he grips tightly onto the handle of his mug as he continues to look, wondering who you are.
(Okay) Easel steps slowly away from the window, sighing in annoynace as he makes his way torwards the exit. He never liked unannounced guest.
"Easel, who is it?" #EveG questioned, watching Easel as he opened the hatch. "It's just a stranger. I'll deal with them..." Easel replied, ignoring Eve's further questions.
The door swings open, revealing Easel, a man in his mid thirties. He looks around and eventually looks down at Zack. "Yes?" He says, raising an eyebrow. He wondered why, out of all people, Zack had decided to come to his house. Nearby, Eve lurked around the corner. She was listening from the upper deck of the tree house, right above them.
Easel listened to what Zack had to say, often interrupting him mid-sentence. After the infotmation was exchanged, there was a pause in the conversation.
"Wait, so you're telling me you ended up here with no memory whatsoever?" Easel rubs his chin. "Do you at least remember your name?"
"Cool! Zack's a cool name!" Eve blurts out, before Easel can reply. "Evelyn--" Easel starts.
"It's /Eve/!" Eve frowns, putting her hands on her hips. Easel sighed. "/Eve/.. What did I say about eavesdropping?" Easel asks, as Eve drops down from the upper deck to them. She lands, dusts her hands off & shrugs. "Um... Not to do it...?" She giggles.
Eve turns to Zack & shakes his hand. "I'm Eve H. Green! That grumby ol' man over there"-- She points to Easel-- "Is Mr. P. Easel." She smiles.
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06 May, 2018, 10:08 pm
Scenario: You (you, your character, ect...) wake up in the middle of nowhere. As you lift head up to stand, you can't help but notice the field of sand around you. You ponder about tis as you try to remember how you ended up here.
In the distance, through the darkness, you can see a faint light. It seems to be coming from a small wooden tree house up ahead...
06 May, 2018, 11:13 pm
((I'll start))
In the window the small tree house, Easel looked out from the window, staring into the abyss until he catches sight of you.
His body stiffens as he grips tightly onto the handle of his mug as he continues to look, wondering who you are.
07 May, 2018, 12:13 am
(Okay)
Easel steps slowly away from the window, sighing in annoynace as he makes his way torwards the exit. He never liked unannounced guest.
"Easel, who is it?" #EveG questioned, watching Easel as he opened the hatch. "It's just a stranger. I'll deal with them..." Easel replied, ignoring Eve's further questions.
07 May, 2018, 12:52 am
The door swings open, revealing Easel, a man in his mid thirties. He looks around and eventually looks down at Zack.
"Yes?" He says, raising an eyebrow. He wondered why, out of all people, Zack had decided to come to his house.
Nearby, Eve lurked around the corner. She was listening from the upper deck of the tree house, right above them.
07 May, 2018, 3:37 am
Easel listened to what Zack had to say, often interrupting him mid-sentence. After the infotmation was exchanged, there was a pause in the conversation.
"Wait, so you're telling me you ended up here with no memory whatsoever?" Easel rubs his chin. "Do you at least remember your name?"
08 May, 2018, 11:01 am
"Cool! Zack's a cool name!" Eve blurts out, before Easel can reply.
"Evelyn--" Easel starts.
"It's /Eve/!" Eve frowns, putting her hands on her hips. Easel sighed.
"/Eve/.. What did I say about eavesdropping?" Easel asks, as Eve drops down from the upper deck to them. She lands, dusts her hands off & shrugs. "Um... Not to do it...?" She giggles.
Eve turns to Zack & shakes his hand. "I'm Eve H. Green! That grumby ol' man over there"-- She points to Easel-- "Is Mr. P. Easel." She smiles.