Blumbing Fawn

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Cracked Kernel is an +18 RP group with some Mildly Mature Themes. We are an Original Character group,you must come up with your own character for our setting, but making characters can be wild and fun! Mods are always willing to help if you need it. All characters must be human, once you join a supernatural aspect will be added, but we all start at the same place!

We encourage Members to explore and try to figure out the mysteries of the circus, all while being a part of its every day running! Plot is being driven by you and the other members, so take as little or as much time as you want!

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Warned You | Fawn & Jacob

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Jacob wasn’t an insomniac. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. Insomnia, according to the website he’d pulled up after he heard about the condition his first week at college, meant having trouble sleeping. And he didn’t have trouble sleeping. He just didn’t do it very often. He didn’t see the point, not when he had better things to do; ideas to mull over, projects to work on.

The point here is this: when Jacob actually climbs into bed without a sketchpad and with the light turned off, it was a rare occurrence. He’d coax Trisha to the foot of the bed, get her to go to sleep first. Then he’d crawl under the covers and try to repeat the process himself.

The way his room was arranged meant that this quite often involved him staring out the window as he attempted to get get his mind to quiet down long enough to actually get himself to shut down. Tonight, he was noticing that the moon was filtering in quite nicely. Spring in Clearwell, after all, was pretty much guaranteed to be lovely, he would agree to that.

It was as he was thinking this that his eyelids started to properly droop. Finally, he thought to himself, letting them drift to being almost shut. His thoughts were slowing down. If he was going to get any rest tonight, now was the time.

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This time Fawn was prepared to run into Jacob, she wore clothes more suited for climbing, although a skirt could only get ever so climbable, instead of a nightgown and even wore shoes. The boy might even be surprised on how presentable his nighttime companion might’ve been.

Landing lightly on his roof, to not startle Trisha this time around, Fawn tiptoed to the edge that had a window and once realizing it was further down she expected, laid on her stomach, edging her top half of the roof until she could securely hang upside down, face appearing in Jake’s window,

She thought he saw her for a moment but then his eyes began to close. The young woman frowned at that. “Not cool Jacob, you said you were almost always awake...” she grumbled about to pull herself back onto the roof and be on her way when a gust a wind caught her skirt and caused her some imbalance. Swaying fawn smacked her hand against the window to keep from falling completely. “Uhhhhh, Jacob?” He had to be awake now right? “Could use a little help hereee.”

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Water Tower | Open

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As soon as he spoke, he realized he’d unintentionally interrupted her. He made a note of that in the back of his mind before responding to her.

“The water tower’s? ‘Bout once a month. I’ve been up here four times now.” Four times… really? That would mean Summer was coming soon… he’d been living here for almost a year now. That was a terribly surreal thought–it felt fake. It hadn’t been that long, had it?

“So you’re up here all the time, then.” He gave a quiet laugh, his arms folding over his knees. “You know, I don’t blame you.” He looked out over the view from the tower–the town, almost tiny below them, the trees, the farms at the edge of town. It looked like a painting, as if he’d stepped directly into something painted by Bob Ross or Thomas Kinkaid. He imagined any landscape artists living in Clearwell would have more than enough inspiration for their art.

He turned back to Fawn after catching himself in his thoughts. “You looked like you were gonna say something–what was it?” He smiled at her.

Fawn smiled as Al took in the scenery, this was the world she had been trying to sketch for months, maybe another person’s eye would help her figure out what was so off about her recreation.

“Well, I’m glad you understand. and don’t hate heights, it would make coming back up here to paint an almost unbearable task.” Fawn would welcome Alar coming up to visit her here on the odd occasion as well, but she didn’t know whether it not it was proper to invite someone to a tired out tower for lunch sometime. Her mother would undoubtingly faint if she even knew Fawn was up here, nevermind if she knew, that she was up here with someone else. Encouraging more delinquency out of the nice newcomers. Fawn chuckled at the thought, proper be damned, Lunch with her friend up here sounded wonderful.

 Startled out of her thoughts, Fawn took a moment to remember what she had been planning to say. “Ah yes, I was wondering what kind of things you get used to while living in the city.” 

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Sitting on the bakery counter would be two small baskets, one addressed for Lenna and one addressed for Fawn. Upon pulling the wrapping aside, Fawn would find a mug carefully wrapped in tissue paper with her name across the bottom. Inside are small daisies, both orange and white in color, and a handwritten note thanking Fawn for her time and companionship, as well as well wishes for the rest of the year.

Unwrapping the gift as soon as she spotted it, a smile light up Fawn’s face. She was so lucky to have friends that cared this much about her. Turning over the mug in her hands she wanted to use it as soon as possible! 

Fawn was however not looking forward to the end of this upcoming festival. Having flowers mysteriously appear for you every so often was quite nice… She’d have to send thanks you’s before it was too late.

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Delivered to her house was a bouquet of blue and white daisies addressed to Fawn. On the cover of the note was a picture of a small fawn. On the inside with looping cursive says, "Happy Flower Festival! Thank you for all your help and always being there for me. You're a true friend and don't want you to think I take that for granted. Love, Lenna"

The flower festival! Duh, why wasn’t that fawn’s first thought when the first bouquet came? Scooping up these flowers, she smiled reading the short note that was attached. Lenna was a sweetheart. Fawn definitely needed to do something in return for the flowers, she’d sit down and decide exactly what once these flowers joined the other bouquet in a large vase her mother had set out.

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