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sixthiterationlogs2016-10-17 02:57 pm
articulatings) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-10-17 02:57 pm
You aren't safe under the earth
WHO: Boyd Crowder
WHERE: Woods
WHEN: tragically backdated to Kate and Margaery's disappearance
OPEN TO: Tauriel, eventually Kate Kelly and Margaery
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed
He'd heard Kate mention her and the mousey one were going to leave the settlement. Take a break from hiding from all the rain, go out and forage. He hadn't thought much about it--Boyd files it away like everything else, of course, and then moves on to continue his tasks. Preparing his house, getting ready to usher wayward souls into the light. Or, if you were the critical type, he was preparing to get as many people under his thumb as he possibly could.
Regardless, when he steps from his house and doing his own chores the sun is dipping awfully low, and all it takes is a glance around the small town to realize something's wrong. Had Boyd been in a better mood he would have likened it to a disturbance in the force, but all it takes is a few quick questions to a passer-by to realize Kate and Margaery didn't make it home in the allotted time.
Normally, he'd chalk it up to the girls picking flowers or dawdling along the riverside--but this isn't the blue grass of Kentucky, nor is it a peaceful holler. The area has the distinct, intangible feeling of something constantly looming over them. Kate and Margaery--from what little he knows of them--are quite capable of handling themselves. Which is, in part, why it's so worrying.
Boyd's not the only one uneasy about the situation--there are search parties, or at the very least those setting off to find them. It's then that his gaze focuses on a redhead with pointed ears. Someone he's seen but never been introduced to, and even despite the unsettled feeling in his stomach he takes advantage of the situation.
"I don't suppose you'd mind some company, if you're on your way to find Miss Kelly and her companion? I can't say I'm an expert tracker, but my daddy took me huntin' a few times and I picked up a sliver or so or his knowledge."
WHERE: Woods
WHEN: tragically backdated to Kate and Margaery's disappearance
OPEN TO: Tauriel, eventually Kate Kelly and Margaery
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed
He'd heard Kate mention her and the mousey one were going to leave the settlement. Take a break from hiding from all the rain, go out and forage. He hadn't thought much about it--Boyd files it away like everything else, of course, and then moves on to continue his tasks. Preparing his house, getting ready to usher wayward souls into the light. Or, if you were the critical type, he was preparing to get as many people under his thumb as he possibly could.
Regardless, when he steps from his house and doing his own chores the sun is dipping awfully low, and all it takes is a glance around the small town to realize something's wrong. Had Boyd been in a better mood he would have likened it to a disturbance in the force, but all it takes is a few quick questions to a passer-by to realize Kate and Margaery didn't make it home in the allotted time.
Normally, he'd chalk it up to the girls picking flowers or dawdling along the riverside--but this isn't the blue grass of Kentucky, nor is it a peaceful holler. The area has the distinct, intangible feeling of something constantly looming over them. Kate and Margaery--from what little he knows of them--are quite capable of handling themselves. Which is, in part, why it's so worrying.
Boyd's not the only one uneasy about the situation--there are search parties, or at the very least those setting off to find them. It's then that his gaze focuses on a redhead with pointed ears. Someone he's seen but never been introduced to, and even despite the unsettled feeling in his stomach he takes advantage of the situation.
"I don't suppose you'd mind some company, if you're on your way to find Miss Kelly and her companion? I can't say I'm an expert tracker, but my daddy took me huntin' a few times and I picked up a sliver or so or his knowledge."
no subject
He turns heel and walks away, and it doesn't take him long to come up with a spear. He debates taking something else and using it when the time strikes him, but ultimately decides against it--though he notices it would be relatively easy to do so unseen or unheard. His thoughts aren't exactly with the grand scheme of things and plans to further himself--not with two people on the line and someone else waiting for him.
"Ain't rightly sure," he starts as they begin walking, "why folks stray too far from the village. You think they did?" It's casual conversation despite the odd subject matter: Boyd wants to get to know who he's traveling with, and idle banter is as good as any. He'll pipe down if they find tracks.