for mayfield

[treefetish]

1 [Drone school is boring, which is why Audrey has decided to play hooky and spend the day playing in her favorite place in the whole wide Mayfield: The park!

Hanging off a tree branch by her legs, she gives an upside-down smile and waves at you, whoever you are.] Hey!

2 [Obviously, one of Audrey's regains would be some big cans of O'Hare brand paint, which she will use in the most constructive way possible: Brightening up that dreary old house she lives in!

She's almost finished with the first part of her sunny sky, leaning rather precariously on the edge of her ladder. Just need to paint that one little corner and not fall off and die...]

Comments

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[insubterfuge]

Oh. Tree-girl. [Blank blinking in return, that is what Audrey receives.]

[treefetish]

Actually, my name's Audrey. What's yours!

[insubterfuge]

[Her eyes narrow, one of her green-eyed skulls hovering around her in a protective manner.]

Dead Master.

[futureforbirds]

[Kaito is just minding his own business (which happens to be staring at all of the open space...) when she calls to him, and he almost does not jump. Oh well. Once he's found the source, he smiles at her with a little wave]

Ahah, hi there!

[treefetish]

That's... unique. [just. eying the skulls.] Are those real?

[insubterfuge]

I didn't skin any humans, if that's what you mean.

[treefetish]

Aren't these great? [swinging back and forth a bit] I don't think I'll ever get used to all this!

[treefetish]

It wasn't, but that's still really comforting to know.

What are they?

[insubterfuge]

Metaphysical constructions created via the anguish of young humans. [Said with the creepiest smile ever, Audrey run]

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[truffulacide]

[excuse you, his Lurkim house is BRIGHT and VIBRANT, thank you very much. you can just go to heck if you don't like the way he keeps the curtains drawn.

he's just coming in from work when he sees her and the ladder. before he can chastise her for being so careless with her footing, he takes in the rest of the picture - literally. his eyes widen.]

Oh my gosh.

[treefetish]

[she can't man she's in a tree] ... So, they're made when kids get sad?

[insubterfuge]

In a sense, yes.

[treefetish]

[She turns around at the voice and waves at him. Hi! Unfortunately, this was the hand that was keeping her from plummeting to her doom. It is no longer performing this action.

She is now plummeting to her doom.]

[treefetish]

... What happens when kids are happy?

[futureforbirds]

[these - oh, she means the trees! Kaito nods and comes closer, standing on the other side of Audrey's tree.]

You're right, it looks really healthy. I was pretty surprised, myself.

[treefetish]

I've never seen a full-grown one before. They're really good for climbing! [She pulls herself up so she's sitting on the branch.] You should try it!

[insubterfuge]

I have no clue. We only interfere with anguish.

[futureforbirds]

I've seen a few.

[he means that literally. Guess who is also from a walled off dystopian city?!

He baffles a moment at her suggestion though.]

- Is that all right?

[truffulacide]

[oh. who could've seen that coming?

it's a good thing that he's barely a couple inches away from the ladder so, in her case, plummeting to her doom is synonymous with "falling right into Once-ler's arms". it's by no means a smooth transition; he has to lunge forward to catch her. thankfully, he doesn't stumble or fall flat on his butt in the process, so there's that.]

Nnh. Movies make this look so easy. [he exhales loudly, then looks down at her.] You okay?

[treefetish]

Oh.

... That sounds like a pretty depressing job.

[treefetish]

Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that, Mr. Once-ler! [No way you could get mad at this face. Look at this face.]

[treefetish]

Yeah, sure! Plenty of tree to go around! [She pats the branch next to her, as if confirming this.]

[truffulacide]

[scowl] You should be! What would've happened to you if I hadn't been around, huh?!

[he might actually look intimidating if he wasn't still awkwardly holding her. when he realizes this and finally shifts to drop her gently on the ground, his cheeks are red and he looks even more irritated.]

You could've been a smear across the lawn! A red and orange pancake!

[treefetish]

But you were, and I'm not, so everything's okay! [so calm yo tits]

[truffulacide]

[he crosses his arms and briefly glances over at the mural she was working on. frustration gives way to sulky petulance, which is in itself a good sign. means he's not really all that angry anymore.]

Maybe for a space cadet like you. Me? I like living in the real world, thanks.