[ Assuring himself that he only wanted a little more light for reading, Fakir had situated himself nearer to the edge of the forest than usual, and currently had one leg pulled up with his back pressed against a large tree behind him. Laying on one side of him is the large deerskin bag he always carried about, and on the other was a very tall stack ( Read more... )

[[Fakir Scissorhands sits next to the vampire Ahiru again, snipping casually at the blades of grass around them. Ahiru made a comment earlier about how the grass in this area is really well-cut now ( Read more... )

[[A smiling vampire Ahiru is wearing a new dress and a moonstone pendant sits under the shade of her tree once more, sketching happily in her new sketch book. Her new cloak is folded neatly beside her, beneath a new sunhat, and her yellow parasol is leaning against the trunk of the tree. Every once in a while, she will pull out a folded paper ( Read more... )

[[With a wave of his hand, the Goblin King opens the grand doors of the lavishly decorated ballroom, and in the corner, three birthday cakes stand on a white table. His presents, a sun-proof cloak for Ahiru and a record player with several records of different types of music for Siegfried and Myuto's home are placed on the gift table nearby ( Read more... )

[ Fakir sits at the base of a tree in his designated little area of the forest, a book resting on his legs with a piece of parchment spread over it. He taps the pen in his hand to the paper, brows curled inward in frustration as his green eyes dance over the few written lines.

With an aggravated sigh, he scratches out the weaving black letters on ( Read more... )

[[A little vampire sits under her tree again, two dresses still surrounding her, and the parasol leaning against the tree trunk. She giggles lightly, and flops down on the cool grass ( Read more... )

[[The young vampire, despite her hunger, sits comfortably beneath the shade of her usual tree. Beside her, a yellow parasol leans against the wooden trunk. In her lap, she is sewing a pair of brown pants, a few new shirts and two dresses are folded neatly beside her.]]

[[OOC: She feels really bad, and doesn't know if she attacked anyone or not ( Read more... )

[[Ahiru stands in the middle of the forest, looking up into the rays of sunlight that escape the canopy of leaves above her. Her eyes still glow with the green light, even if it seems a bit dimmer, but she doesn't seem to notice that the spots on her skin where the light hits her start to burn...]]

[[In the dead of night, Bill sits perched on the roof of the Party House, looking over the town with a blank expression. Despite the emotionless look on his face and his right hand resting on his katana's sheath, he absently plays with his yo-yo in his left hand. His eyes dart around, alert and ready.]]

[[ooc: Anyone can spot him on the roof and ( Read more... )

[[Ahiru, again sitting in the shade of a tree, is wearing a new dress. She seems to be sewing something up--some type of black cloth. She hums a little tune as she continues.]]

"You keep the air in my lungs,
Floating along as the melody comes,
And my heart beats like timpani drums,
Keeping the time while a symphony strums..."

[[Every now and ( Read more... )