Danny Fox
November 21, 2005 6:16 AM
A little lost by Danny Fox
OOC I have permission to bring in this character. This post is based at the start of the holidays, so I'm going by the first description of the repair work.IC
Although he had been forewarned that Sonora wasn't looking up to its usual standards, Danny was still shocked as he made his way up the drive way. The falling snow concealed some of the mud, but where it was thin, it was sludgy and brown. The castle looked neither welcoming nor festive with its boarded up windows, and - had he not known better - he would have put it down as deserted. Once in the scarcely more welcoming entrance hall (where he admired the sign wishing him a 'Mary Christmas' with wonder) he took the time to remove some of the accumalated wetness and grime from his smart shoes and the bottoms of his jeans.
Then he simply stood there. The task done, he didn't really know what else to do. This wasn't his alma mater, and the passages that led off the entrance hall seemed endless. He blew at his long blond fringe, flickering it out of his eyes. It was one of very few fidgetty habits he had, but he often did it when he didn't know what else to do or say. He felt somewhat conspicuous, as it was clear he wasn't a student. He was... in his late late twenties. The kind that took you past the next dividing line...
It was just far enough into the holidays that all the students who were going home had gone, and - given the number of takers this year - the castle was incredibly quiet. After standing for what seemed like an age, he heard footsteps. Turning to the person approaching, he grinned a little sheepishly (but charmingly).
"Could you help me?" he asked, "I'm a little lost. I was looking for the library." This seemed an unlikely statement. With his floppy blond hair cut and well fitting designer clothes, he looked more like an escapee from a boy band than a serious scholar. Aware of the contradiction between image and intent, he corrected himself. "Well, the librarian, actually." \n\n
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Scrappy
November 22, 2005 2:52 AM
I'm sorry... were you after some help? by Scrappy
With all the work to be done, literally dozens of Elves had been released from their kitchen duties to help with the more important cleanup and repair operations. What this really meant for Scrappy was less eyes watching him, and more chances to escape.Being one of those who didn't even need those windows of opportunity to make the attempts, it was little wonder that by the time the holidays had swung around, he had been wandering the school at will for days.
The girl was disappointingly absent. Her scent hardly to be found at all, and always stale, old and cold. He had tracked traces as far as a portrait of a crazy creature who grumbled and growled at him in an odd way. Scrappy messed the portrait up a bit to show he wasn't scared of any stupid picture who was stupid enough to mumble back at him but then had to hightail it away when a group of other elves came up to start work on repairs to the front towers.
He thought he might have seen the falling apart picture creature again a couple of time, shuffling and stumbling in the background of some of the other pictures that littered the school walls, and had growled at a few of them a few times, but with the exception of one other, he hadn't damaged any more. Well, not yet, anyhow.
Stalking into the main Hall in search of food - no way he was going back to the kitchens before he was physically forced to, and he'd fight that tooth, nail, hand, foot and head - he was looking at the nearest table, trying to see from his short point of view whether there were scraps left up on there when one of the people - it obviously wasn't a student: too big, but it didn't really look like one of the professors either, although Scrappy tended to stay out of the way of most professors so it was possible - came up to him and attempted to be friendly.
"Could you help me? I'm a little lost. I was looking for the library. Well, the librarian, actually."
All it was missing was a depreciative laugh. Not that Scrappy would have been in the least amused. He stopped. He looked up. He looked further up and growled, the sound low, menacing and rumbling around in his throat.\n\n
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