Mad as Bunnies(Open, everyone and Molly)
Jun 7, 2010 19:02:21 GMT -5
Post by Eagle on Jun 7, 2010 19:02:21 GMT -5
((OOC: Hey guys, meet the O'martins))
Liam O'martin
Hunting, isn't it so satisfying?
Well, it would be, but I ate my breakfast too fast. I mean come on, how could I not resist waffles- they hadn't been on the table in MONTHS!!! And I love the name, waffles. Isn't it so cool? When me and Tynan left to hunt, I started skipping. Seriously, skipping. I hummed! I starting repeating and repeating a tune, that if sang, went like this:
Waffles, Waffles, Waffles.
W-A-F-F-L-E-S.
Waffles, Waffles, Waffles.
Perfect for breakfast.
I must have repeated it over a thousand times, when Tynan starting humming, too. Ok, then I nearly jumped out of my shoes. But, then I started singing. After a couple of times, he joined in...sort of. His version went like this:
Waffles, Waffle, Waffles.
W-F-F-F-L-D....S!
Waffle, Waffle...Waffles!
Perfect to break fast.
I started cracking up, and Tynan asked why? I just told him that I saw a bird poop on this guys head, and he started cracking up, too. A strange start to the morning, especially for us. When we reached the forest, me and Tynan split up, hoping to catch more. So, I went into the forest...
It was strange to use a sword to hunt, but I did. So did my father, his father, his father, and his father. But I used the same sword as my father. I unsheathed it, readying to attack. On the blade, engraved, were the words:
"A hero isn't a knight in golden armor, fearless, and strong. A hero is only a hero if he has faith, courage, and intelligence. Be a hero, kid."
I sat down, considering this statement. It was written by my grandfather. I sat for a moment, dreaming about living somewhere where I could gift this sword to my child, without worrying of him going into the games. But, that couldn't be possible. Not with the Capitol in charge. My eyelids were nearly closed when I heard a tree branch crack. What is it? A person, an animal? Or simply a broken branch.
((OOC: C and C is welcome, my first roleplaying post. Can somebody cause that crack? Thanks alot!))
Liam O'martin
Hunting, isn't it so satisfying?
Well, it would be, but I ate my breakfast too fast. I mean come on, how could I not resist waffles- they hadn't been on the table in MONTHS!!! And I love the name, waffles. Isn't it so cool? When me and Tynan left to hunt, I started skipping. Seriously, skipping. I hummed! I starting repeating and repeating a tune, that if sang, went like this:
Waffles, Waffles, Waffles.
W-A-F-F-L-E-S.
Waffles, Waffles, Waffles.
Perfect for breakfast.
I must have repeated it over a thousand times, when Tynan starting humming, too. Ok, then I nearly jumped out of my shoes. But, then I started singing. After a couple of times, he joined in...sort of. His version went like this:
Waffles, Waffle, Waffles.
W-F-F-F-L-D....S!
Waffle, Waffle...Waffles!
Perfect to break fast.
I started cracking up, and Tynan asked why? I just told him that I saw a bird poop on this guys head, and he started cracking up, too. A strange start to the morning, especially for us. When we reached the forest, me and Tynan split up, hoping to catch more. So, I went into the forest...
It was strange to use a sword to hunt, but I did. So did my father, his father, his father, and his father. But I used the same sword as my father. I unsheathed it, readying to attack. On the blade, engraved, were the words:
"A hero isn't a knight in golden armor, fearless, and strong. A hero is only a hero if he has faith, courage, and intelligence. Be a hero, kid."
I sat down, considering this statement. It was written by my grandfather. I sat for a moment, dreaming about living somewhere where I could gift this sword to my child, without worrying of him going into the games. But, that couldn't be possible. Not with the Capitol in charge. My eyelids were nearly closed when I heard a tree branch crack. What is it? A person, an animal? Or simply a broken branch.
((OOC: C and C is welcome, my first roleplaying post. Can somebody cause that crack? Thanks alot!))