I have never even heard of that O.o huffpuffblondeNovember 6 2011, 22:56:54 UTC
((Normally I'd suggest going with it, but if you want, we can pick something less... lolweird? Or I can swing it to make it work, if you don't mind it being less Fairy-Taleish. ))
You and me both, my bff Jill. Herernrnrnnrmm after waffling, I'll go with 4. Bad Wolf, etc.huffpuffblondeNovember 6 2011, 23:09:46 UTC
[Rose was always an adventurer, taking the road less traveled by. Just a shame, really, that she's lost, and there hasn't been a single bloody person in the last three miles to ask for directions.
It was getting dark. She tugged her coat around her - red, if you must know, and pulled up the hood.]
Oh, clever, clever girl.... hrmmm.... Liam predatory, this should be interesting......scots_fuzzNovember 6 2011, 23:54:12 UTC
[It wasn't uncommon for Liam to be seen frequenting these woods, he knew the forest like the back of his hand, and the villagers had been wary of his tendencies to completely ignore the beaten path, coming and going easily through the less traveled areas as much as the more populated ones.
So would it surprise anyone that he'd emerge onto the path in the wood behind a red-hooded girl?
He pulled the collar of his brown corduroy jacket up around his neck and wrapped his arms around his chest, fighting off a chill, his longer legs allowing him to quietly catch stride with the girl ahead of him.]
It's dangerous to be out here this late, miss. The temperature'll be dropping towards freezing soon. [And for effect, he moved to rub his hands together and puffing at them with his own warming breath.]
Liam as the Big Bad Wolf might've been an added perk~huffpuffblondeNovember 6 2011, 23:59:52 UTC
[She didn't exactly startle at the voice behind her. He wasn't the only one that frequently ventured the woods, even if he happened to know them better than she did. She raised an eyebrow, shifting the bag a bit better onto her shoulder.
On the one hand, it was nice to see another person around. On the other... meeting strange men in the woods, this late in the evening? She was wary. Of course she was wary.
She sized him up as she walked, neither increasing or decreasing her pace.]
What're you doing out here, then? Just as dangerous for you as it is for me.
[She was being quick to judge, wasn't she? She frowned a bit. Not exactly the nicest way to greet the first person in three miles.]
Suppose you're probably right. I'm a bit lost, actually, I was on my way home.
Ohhh mebbe~scots_fuzzNovember 7 2011, 00:25:44 UTC
[He kept pace easily, always keeping slightly uncomfortably close to her as they walked.]
Ooh, just [He sniffed, nonchalant, a twinkle in his eye.] ou' on a bit of an adventure, me. Wanted to see the stars at a clearing no' far from here. [Hands? Meet pockets. Cazh. Totally.]
Lost, ay? Y'know the village is tha' way [he points] abou' a mile as the crow flies. [A little further, in truth, and that part of the woods is treacherous as well, he doesn't say.] I could help ye out if ye'd like, I know my way.
She raises a single, pointed eyebrow at him. That twinkle in his eye? It looks familiar, and the way he talks about adventuring, the stars, it's like an inside joke. This whole thing exudes an air of dark, twisted, playful familiarity.]
The stars? D'you intend to be out here after dark? That doesn't seem particularly safe.
[She follows his finger, squinting an eye through the rapidly darkening woods. She could manage, probably. Should she shoo him off? Probably. She can't tell whether she'd be safer with or without him. It's conflicting, really, everything about it, because a part of her is adamant on the fact that she equates him with safety, while the other part says he's a creepy bloke in the middle of a dark, wooded area.]
I dunno. Maybe. Yeah, alright, I wouldn't mind some direction for a bit.
[She concedes, looking amused. She'd believe that when she saw it. Hopefully she wouldn't have a reason to see it, though. She glances at him unsure, then at the clearing again. It really was getting cold.]
I... dunno, I really should be getting home...
[But she had a thing for stars. She loved the stars, really. And something about her wanted to stay with him a bit longer.]
I can't stay long, yeah? Just a few minutes, and then I really have to go. It's gonna get cold, I haven't got another coat.
[Her fingertips were already jammed in her pockets to keep them warm.]
[He'd started towards the clearing, then turned around walking backwards a bit, holding out a hand. Smiling.] I'm Liam and I'll be your stargazing guide tonight.
[He kept a solid grip on her hand as they trekked towards the clearing, catching her if she fell and pulling her up easily, laughing a bit the one time he tripped up on a short log that he'd 'missed' seeing in the darkening woods.
And finally they reached the clearing, the stars already beginning to wink to life in the night sky.
A short ways into the little heath, there's a quilt laid out on the grass in plain view of the stars. There's a couple of pillows and a few more blankets and quilts piled on one side as well. And a basket with a bottle of wine peeking out.]
Well, here we are.
[Looks warm and inviting, doesn't it, Rose? It's as if he'd planned the whole encounter.]
[She kept a feeling of wary skepticism about it the whole way. Really, he was lovely, patiently helping her over the debris and rubble of fallen trees and thick roots, patches of weeds and thistle.
And then she saw the clearing, and she tilted her head. Frankly, he didn't seem like a rapist. Then again, he'd lead a strange woman lost in the woods to a clearing filled with bedding and alcohol.
Honestly, it did look inviting. Which was startling. She did not shack up with random strangers.
Something argued that he wasn't random, and he wasn't a stranger.
Expecting company? No. Hoping for it? Aye. I'd really rather share the stars wi' someone than keep them to meself. I was on my way here alone originally anyway.
[Doesn't he look innocent enough to you, Rose? Well he's trying for it. Is he succeeding?]
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It was getting dark. She tugged her coat around her - red, if you must know, and pulled up the hood.]
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So would it surprise anyone that he'd emerge onto the path in the wood behind a red-hooded girl?
He pulled the collar of his brown corduroy jacket up around his neck and wrapped his arms around his chest, fighting off a chill, his longer legs allowing him to quietly catch stride with the girl ahead of him.]
It's dangerous to be out here this late, miss. The temperature'll be dropping towards freezing soon. [And for effect, he moved to rub his hands together and puffing at them with his own warming breath.]
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On the one hand, it was nice to see another person around. On the other... meeting strange men in the woods, this late in the evening? She was wary. Of course she was wary.
She sized him up as she walked, neither increasing or decreasing her pace.]
What're you doing out here, then? Just as dangerous for you as it is for me.
[She was being quick to judge, wasn't she? She frowned a bit. Not exactly the nicest way to greet the first person in three miles.]
Suppose you're probably right. I'm a bit lost, actually, I was on my way home.
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Ooh, just [He sniffed, nonchalant, a twinkle in his eye.] ou' on a bit of an adventure, me. Wanted to see the stars at a clearing no' far from here. [Hands? Meet pockets. Cazh. Totally.]
Lost, ay? Y'know the village is tha' way [he points] abou' a mile as the crow flies. [A little further, in truth, and that part of the woods is treacherous as well, he doesn't say.] I could help ye out if ye'd like, I know my way.
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She raises a single, pointed eyebrow at him. That twinkle in his eye? It looks familiar, and the way he talks about adventuring, the stars, it's like an inside joke. This whole thing exudes an air of dark, twisted, playful familiarity.]
The stars? D'you intend to be out here after dark? That doesn't seem particularly safe.
[She follows his finger, squinting an eye through the rapidly darkening woods. She could manage, probably. Should she shoo him off? Probably. She can't tell whether she'd be safer with or without him. It's conflicting, really, everything about it, because a part of her is adamant on the fact that she equates him with safety, while the other part says he's a creepy bloke in the middle of a dark, wooded area.]
I dunno. Maybe. Yeah, alright, I wouldn't mind some direction for a bit.
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[Guess which one he has on him, Rose. One's concealable, the other's easily replaced by a found stick in a pinch. ...What? They are in the woods!]
I think the view's worth the risk, really. And as it happens, the clearing I was headed for is that way as well.
[He had come from the ... opposite side of the path when he'd emerged, after all...]
Mebbe you'd like to join me for a bit 'f stargazing?
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[She concedes, looking amused. She'd believe that when she saw it. Hopefully she wouldn't have a reason to see it, though. She glances at him unsure, then at the clearing again. It really was getting cold.]
I... dunno, I really should be getting home...
[But she had a thing for stars. She loved the stars, really. And something about her wanted to stay with him a bit longer.]
I can't stay long, yeah? Just a few minutes, and then I really have to go. It's gonna get cold, I haven't got another coat.
[Her fingertips were already jammed in her pockets to keep them warm.]
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Rose.
[She stepped forward, following him into the woods.]
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And finally they reached the clearing, the stars already beginning to wink to life in the night sky.
A short ways into the little heath, there's a quilt laid out on the grass in plain view of the stars. There's a couple of pillows and a few more blankets and quilts piled on one side as well. And a basket with a bottle of wine peeking out.]
Well, here we are.
[Looks warm and inviting, doesn't it, Rose? It's as if he'd planned the whole encounter.]
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And then she saw the clearing, and she tilted her head. Frankly, he didn't seem like a rapist. Then again, he'd lead a strange woman lost in the woods to a clearing filled with bedding and alcohol.
Honestly, it did look inviting. Which was startling. She did not shack up with random strangers.
Something argued that he wasn't random, and he wasn't a stranger.
Something else said 'shunt off'.]
Were you expecting company, then?
[And a tiny eyebrow arch.]
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[Doesn't he look innocent enough to you, Rose? Well he's trying for it. Is he succeeding?]
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