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sixthiterationlogs2016-07-27 06:45 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-07-27 06:45 pm
Entry tags:
OTA
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: House 44 and The Town (The woods if you want).
WHEN: July 27th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None yet, will update as needed.
STATUS: Closed
1: Early Morning House 44
He was laying across the roof watching the sky. The stars and the moon above, the moon was in its last quarter. He assumed that the harvest would begin soon. The way the heat and the moon were enough for Thorfinn to guess that much. He could be wrong, he likely was. Tonight it was his bad dreams had ripped him from a heavy slumber. He shot up in a panic and heavy breathing. Thankful that he was not shaken awake. It made him all the more aware just how alone he was. Einar used to pull him out of those dreams be it from a loud shout of his name or a swift kick on the worse nights, the man had always made it known. You're not alone, brother. And yet, as he laid there on the roof watching the sky, silently asking his gods for guidance, he knew like he knew as a boy. He was alone.
Jo was helping him so much… helping him to learn the language of the people here. It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy at all. A smarter man might have caught on quicker but, he was doing the best he could to understand. Until he climbed that mountain that was the issue of language he would be mostly alone. Well, there was Kol, but he hated the idea of being a burden on anyone. Jo was one thing, she was basically his sworn family. He would do anything for her…
He looked over towards her window. No, he wouldn't bother her.
He knew from the chirping of the birds that the sun was getting ready to rise. He pushed himself to sit up, moving back into the window as he pulled up the bag from beside the bed taking out the knife he moved pulling open his door. He rarely went back to sleep after his nightmares so instead he to stand outside of the door. The tiredness was in his eyes as he started to carve on the door frame with the knife he usually used when hunting. He should have asked first, but Jo had made it pretty clear the room was his, so, he would do as he pleased with a space that was deemed his.
Eventually he made his way outside, he wouldn't be going to the woods until much later, so he went out to the porch sitting down on the steps and started whittling at a piece of wood he had drug home the day before. He figured he could kill some time until he went with Jo to the inn.
2: In town
Much later in the day, after he had eventually left the pub he went back to the woods. He felt a little more at ease in the woods. Even if he was alone there, it didn't matter. The creatures couldn't understand him anyway so it was nothing new. The smell of the trees and the sound of nature they were soothing. Like a balm for the soul. He had of course spent to much time in the pub and he knew that he didn't have a lot of time. So instead of hunting he gathered up some more sticks for the strange fire room. Making his way back to town a bundle of twigs under his right arm as he moved through the fountain park making his way back through town.
He was trying to not think about the people who could be out and about. He needed to be more social he needed to talk to people, but he was still learning even when it was more frustrating than he cared to admit. As he walked he kept his head down, ever now and then if he though he heard someone he would look up. He would nod in greeting attempting to look friendly. He didn't feel like he was very good company at the moment but he still wanted to be nice to everyone.
I have no enemies at all.
He was better, he would be better here. No matter how hard the fight was he would keep fighting to learn until he could speak to everyone on equal understanding.
WHERE: House 44 and The Town (The woods if you want).
WHEN: July 27th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None yet, will update as needed.
STATUS: Closed
1: Early Morning House 44
He was laying across the roof watching the sky. The stars and the moon above, the moon was in its last quarter. He assumed that the harvest would begin soon. The way the heat and the moon were enough for Thorfinn to guess that much. He could be wrong, he likely was. Tonight it was his bad dreams had ripped him from a heavy slumber. He shot up in a panic and heavy breathing. Thankful that he was not shaken awake. It made him all the more aware just how alone he was. Einar used to pull him out of those dreams be it from a loud shout of his name or a swift kick on the worse nights, the man had always made it known. You're not alone, brother. And yet, as he laid there on the roof watching the sky, silently asking his gods for guidance, he knew like he knew as a boy. He was alone.
Jo was helping him so much… helping him to learn the language of the people here. It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy at all. A smarter man might have caught on quicker but, he was doing the best he could to understand. Until he climbed that mountain that was the issue of language he would be mostly alone. Well, there was Kol, but he hated the idea of being a burden on anyone. Jo was one thing, she was basically his sworn family. He would do anything for her…
He looked over towards her window. No, he wouldn't bother her.
He knew from the chirping of the birds that the sun was getting ready to rise. He pushed himself to sit up, moving back into the window as he pulled up the bag from beside the bed taking out the knife he moved pulling open his door. He rarely went back to sleep after his nightmares so instead he to stand outside of the door. The tiredness was in his eyes as he started to carve on the door frame with the knife he usually used when hunting. He should have asked first, but Jo had made it pretty clear the room was his, so, he would do as he pleased with a space that was deemed his.
Eventually he made his way outside, he wouldn't be going to the woods until much later, so he went out to the porch sitting down on the steps and started whittling at a piece of wood he had drug home the day before. He figured he could kill some time until he went with Jo to the inn.
2: In town
Much later in the day, after he had eventually left the pub he went back to the woods. He felt a little more at ease in the woods. Even if he was alone there, it didn't matter. The creatures couldn't understand him anyway so it was nothing new. The smell of the trees and the sound of nature they were soothing. Like a balm for the soul. He had of course spent to much time in the pub and he knew that he didn't have a lot of time. So instead of hunting he gathered up some more sticks for the strange fire room. Making his way back to town a bundle of twigs under his right arm as he moved through the fountain park making his way back through town.
He was trying to not think about the people who could be out and about. He needed to be more social he needed to talk to people, but he was still learning even when it was more frustrating than he cared to admit. As he walked he kept his head down, ever now and then if he though he heard someone he would look up. He would nod in greeting attempting to look friendly. He didn't feel like he was very good company at the moment but he still wanted to be nice to everyone.
I have no enemies at all.
He was better, he would be better here. No matter how hard the fight was he would keep fighting to learn until he could speak to everyone on equal understanding.
1: Early Morning House 44
She wakes up to an unfamiliar sound, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, and thinking it'll pass with snapping awake. It's a habit she's never gotten out of. Not really. She thought for a while, after Rachel and Dean. But it came back with Medietas, and with having five or six other people in her space. Leaving her blinking, blearily, toward her door, because it doesn't stop. That noise. Something light, but constant. Light, but constant.
Fingers catch in her mattress and she's pushing up, sheets and blankets slithering off of her, maybe grateful it's not screaming, but curious and wary as she gets to and opens the bedroom door. Her hair is a mess and she's sleeping in her scrubs top, again, giving it a use since she still refuses to wear it during the day. But it comes down to mid-thigh, decent enough for her cares about sleep, and she's still blinking against the morning when she finds herself looking at Thorfinn's back and Thorfinn carving something in the door.
Well -- okay.
Jo stifled a yawn, that turned into ruffling her own hair back, saying, "Not awake yet. Bathroom. Right back."
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