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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 19, 2009 18:51:58 GMT -5
" ARGHHH!!!"
A yelp of pain and maybe distress rang out through the nearly silent garden, followed by a sliding noise and a crash. Just because he was old, didn't mean he wasn't clumsy. He was supposed to be breaking frost off the pipes for the irrigation system for the garden, when a frosted vine cracked up out of the ground. Right under the mans unsuspecting feet. Augusta Davingoun's feet, actually.
Hence the scream and the falling and the sliding on his behind for a couple feet before lading into some shelving that held some tools. He slid into with his back and everything fell, most of it hitting the ground (which was covered in a layer of ice) but one bucket flipped over and landed right on his head.
" Oww..."
He pulled the bucket off his head and threw it in the air, sending it clear over a tree. He stood up and brushed off some invisible dirt. He was wearing a pair of jeans, like normal, with a pair of big, thick black boots. They were tall, with lacing all the way up, and he had a big thick leather jacket he had gotten during the fall. But Augusta still didn't dare to wear a long-sleeved shirt...
In fact, his only black one had gone missing...
He reached done to clean up his mess when his foot slipped and he fell face-first into the frozen ground, this time he laid there for a second before letting out a groan of pain. He rolled over and sighed, he felt a stream of something run down his face and he reached up to rub what he knew was blood off his face. He sat there, surrounded by tools, bleeding, in the freezing cold.
" Shit... I have to go get that bucket..."
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Oct 20, 2009 6:59:15 GMT -5
Brr. Cold.
Jasmine sighed, letting the shadow of her breath float up, up, up until it vanished over the highest plants. It was a pretty slow day today, which might be the only explanation for the Wonderland's only sunphobic Boogie was out in the daytime, bored out of her wits. Burnt orange eyes trailed over the ice covered plants, watching as a few of them shivered in the cold. Only here do the plants get frostbite... she pondered, kneeling down to brush a little of the chilled stuff off the poor flower. It bit her. She smushed it without a second thought.
Well that was rude.
Wait...what the hell...? the little(apperance-wise) girl flinched at the sound of a scream, shortly followed by the sound of something heavy hitting metal and metal hitting floor. Jazz blinked, standing back up from the dead flower. She looked over the tall trees, just in time for a bucket to fly over them. Her head tilted and she dodged it quickly. It hit the ground with a slam. Jasmine just stared at it for a second before she picked it up, then started towards the direction of the shouting.
Jasmine arrived on the scene of the spill just in time to see the human fall straight on his face. Her blank expression threatened a smile, but she kept it under control. Instead, the plum-haired Boogie approached the boy with caution, holding the bucket behind her back as she walked. "That was quite a show. Are you okay?" Her voice was barley a whisper as she spoke, then she held out the bucket to him, "And...did you throw this, by any chance?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 21, 2009 21:15:08 GMT -5
Augusta sat up slowly, rubbing the the back of his head. The man sighed softly to himself and as he looked up he saw a girl, she was small, but didn't look young. He didn't hear her first words, but when she asked if he was alright he nodded.
Augy ran a hand through his short jet black hair and stood, he pushed up his glasses before taking the bucket from the much shorter girl with oddly colored eyes. But even Augusta had to admit, she was still attractive, she reminded the Watchmaker of Halloween. He smiled softly, a very small smile, " Yeah... did it hit you? I'm sorry if it did..." his voice was very blunt as he wiped a blood trail from his very pale forehead. " I'm doing work on the irrigation system, so when I slipped I suppose I lost my temper..." he said softly.
But he knew one thing about the girl, she was a Boogie. After you like in Wonderland for 17 years, you learn how to tell the two apart...
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Post by Jasmine Krisp on Oct 22, 2009 7:02:19 GMT -5
Jasmine's head tilted as she handed over the bucket. This boy looked a bit familiar, but not very much. All humans looked the same in this weather, bundled cloathing and frosted faces, so she couldn't tell them apart. She, one the other hand, was still wearing one of her short midnight-blue & black dresses that seemed perfect for summer. The cold never bothered her, so her wardrobe never changed. She tucked a strand of plum hair back and took another step closer, eyeing the injury on the boy's forehead.
"You're bleeding." No duh.
The Boogie shook her head, apathetic expression still in place. She crouched down so she was at eye-level witht the human, still staring at his injury. "It didn't hit me. It just crashed an inch away from where I stood," she said matter-of-a-factly, "You should be more careful when you're tossing buckets about, mister...?" That was posed as an invite for a name, obviously. Jazz was always the kind who prefered calling people by name. Common courtesy.
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