[unwickedlennox-blog]

Can I help you || Clove&Melanie

[melanie-charming]

unwickedlennox:

Clove looked at the girl.  “I didn’t know that we were playing a game.”

She suddenly had this look like she got really confused.  Wasn’t peak-a-boo like surprise?  She didn’t think it was a game-game. “That makes the two of us.”  She said a little uh-oh.  “How does one play peak a boo?”

[unwickedlennox-blog]

Can I help you || Clove&Melanie

[melanie-charming]

unwickedlennox:

“Can I help you?”

`Uh-oh. Surprise!!!` She thought as she was already caught so she did the first thing that came to mind “Peek-a-boo!” 

She said with an adorable french accent and her cute little hand gesture’s.  “Did I do it right?”  She asked so proudly.

[teagansmee]

Meeting you for the first time || Teagan&Melanie

“Your what the fuck was tingling?” she questioned, taking a step back once the stranger was finally off her back. The last thing Teagan wanted was to be anywhere near the small blonde. “You had better be more careful, you understand?” she questioned, extremely angry. Who was this girl to think that she could just jump on people? It was incredibly rude, not that she herself wasn’t particularly rude but that wasn’t the point. She didn’t go around jumping on strangers. “I never, ever want you to touch me again, you understand mate?”

[melanie-charming]

teagansmee:

She blinked `Ai-je parlé agian français? (Did I speak french again?)` She thought snapping her fingers trying to find the word.  Until she felt her eyes widen “SpIdEr!” She said as if she answered a million dollar question “Spider sense’s.” While she vigorously nodded her head. “Understand.  100%.”  But suddenly when she said mate her hand went

to her forehead all excitedly.  “Aye-aye captain!”  She said wondering if they’ll go on an adventure!  “So captain were are we headed?” She said with her shoulders rolling up and down all excited like. Figuring she was more then just some normal person.   Wanting to know her so much more.

[teagansmee]

Meeting you for the first time || Teagan&Melanie

[melanie-charming]

teagansmee:

Teagan had really just been minding her own business when some strange girl jumped on her back. “What the flying fuck!” she screeched, suddenly stopping in her tracks. “Get the fuck off of me, what the feck is wrong with you.” she screamed, trying to get the girl’s arms away from her neck 

Oh!  This girl sure had a sailor’s mouth.  But this female wasn’t the only one- oh alot of student’s followed the pursuit of the faul-word play.  Giggling sweetly in the female Teagan’s ear she could feel Melanie start to dismount on her when she was trying to remove her arms. She was all about odd fun time’s and if she wasn’t in this little dodgy family behavior right now she’d probably be spending her time bothering Thomas with a stick making those last long sibling moments because he was getting older.  New challenges, new responsibility's, new taste’s in things- who know’s what he’ll be like in the future.  Or there relationship.  And a part of her deeply 

wondered was she written in the right story?  But right now in the very moment she was just being her.  Slowly scuttling infront of the female Teagan placing her hands on her face smiling brightly her body was looking its absolute worse within the healing process bruised in all the right place’s, scrapes and cuts all up her arms and legs and in the midst of there healing.  She personally looked nothing like a princess but really a hot mess.  “My araignée sense’s were tingling!”  She said in a lovely soft like shades of silk french accent mixed with fit’s of girlish giggle’s.  “Désolé I’ll be more careful more often.”

[teagansmee]

Meeting you for the first time || Teagan&Melanie

Fucking hell like, I thought this was supposed to be some fucking camp so?

[melanie-charming]

If there is one thing on Melanie’s mind it was avoiding her entire family from start to how ever long her episode lasts.  Some could last a few weeks, months.  And if she didn’t want to be found there’s a 95% she won’t be found.  But today was a new day!  A day of being apart of the Hairy Hooligan tribe, and maybe a cross between a spider?  Always having this fixation that if a girl can kiss a frog and turn into Prince Charming that maybe if she kiss the right tarantula she might find a Prince Charming!  Although in the heat of the 

moment she was a viking metaphid jumping spider.  Suddenly hearing a vulgar word in the faint distance peering behind a tree seeing an unknown female- she could only feel the grin start to show.  Target locked and set she then charged the left ot the distance and suddenly jumped on Teagan's back “Araignée câlin!!!”  She said as her legs wrapped around her waist and her arms wrapped around her neck gently giving her a gentle squeeze.  She was like a giant spider with four limbs!

[melanie-charming]

Trail By Tale || Lost and Complicated Parent Visit || 9/9

W I P- Will be written soon~

[flower--princess]

Lost || Iris, Lucas & Melanie || 8/xx

[flower--princess]

“Lucas, Hi Lucas, I’m Iris” She smiled, trying to appear comforting. “We’re, I’m not really sure where” She glanced around as if she herself had also just landed there. “But don’t worry, I have berries!” Berries weren’t that exciting and Iris knew it, but it was food. Iris then looked over to watch the other girl. Whatever the girl was doing, Iris had no idea. When Melanie held out the aspirin, Iris just stared at them, having no idea what they were. She knew to never take something if you didn’t know what it was and she had no idea what the tiny little pills were so she just stared at them and then at Melanie. “What is this?” She asked, but the girl didn’t reply and was already moving onto something else. Iris then confused watched as Melanie did other strange things and then left. “Wait!” Iris yelled and stood up and ran after her. “Don’t go out there! It’s dangerous! Do you even know what you’re doing? I ran into a bear the other day!” But the strange girl was gone. 

“That was strange” Iris muttered and made her way back to Lucas. “Do you need food?” She asked him, picking up the jar of pixies and examining it. These were not Neverland Fairies, that was for sure, Iris wasn’t really sure what they were, but she knew that no matter what they should not be kept in containment, that was wrong. She twisted the top off and the pixies darted out and away, Iris then tossed the container behind her back. “So food?!” Iris asked again, having not been paying attention to see if Lucas had replied. 

[lucas-leon]

“H-Hi,” he mumbled. Even if she looked happy, he knew there was more to it than that. They were in the middle of nowhere without any way to contact other students or better yet, the staff. “I wanna go home,” the blond whispered, wishing he knew where his sister was. Lucas didn’t budge when Iris brought up the berries. He’d eat them, sure, food was food. He was just hoping for something…meatier. Once more, he slowly sat up, keeping himself upright with his free hand against the ground. Lucas tried peering over the brunette’s shoulder to peek at what she was holding, the small pills a foreign matter to him. His hand smacked against his forehead when Melanie disappeared into the trees again. He wasn’t sure what she was up to considering she hadn’t said a word the entire duration of their grouping, her actions and strange items making him even more curious. 

When Iris asked if he needed food, Lucas immediately nodded. “I haven’t eaten in hours.” Lucas glanced up as he finished speaking, noticing the other was holding the jar of pixies. He wasted no time in scooting back across the ground, fear taking over his features. “No! No, don’t let them out!” His warning was too late, and Lucas cowered as the small green beings flew through the air. Peeking through his fingers when he heard Iris’s voice, he hesitantly nodded while looking around. “Are they gone?”

[melanie-charming]

[ Hunting & Gathering Part 1 / 3 ]

“Wait!” She heard the Fair and Lovely yell for her hearing some rustling “Don’t go out there! It’s dangerous! Do you even know what you’re doing? I ran into a bear the other day!”  Melanie almost paused and turned around to gaze at her but instead kept going.  If she truly was the Bears objective then it would have tracked her down and killed her by now.  So either she just got in it’s path or it’s cubs’s were involved and Iris just got to close and it was just using defensive tactics.  Although when she returns to figure out Iris released her Pixie’s- Melanie didn’t leave them behind because she could, but because she trusted her.  Simple.  Even after motioning Don’t Release, pretty easy gestures to understand.  She’ll realize how much you should never trust a complete stranger- a very Fair and Lovely stranger- and realize how much of a failure she really was.  More and more as she went further she embraced the soothing emotion this place produced, she stared at the tree’s.  The way the light seemed to cast down and leave portals of light.  `Ne vous inquiétez pas (Don’t worry),` she thought so enthusiastically.  ` Il va être ok- un pied devant l'autre et vous trouverez Thomas assez tôt (It’s going to be ok- one foot in front of the other and you’ll find Thomas soon enough),` she heard herself think seeing the best in the worse for now.  Her first task was just looking for two grades of sticks- four long but sturdy hunting sticks, sticks to help make a brace for Lucas and good wood fuel.  Her second task?  Looking for Catbrair vine- more baby staged.  Catbrair was great for what she needed to use it for, the leaf’s were even editable but entirely bitter and grew all over Florida.  She could weave it with other little things, 

as it was the only vine that won’t attract insects, birds, and animals and grows massively and doesn’t rash the skin.  Just might take a little time to find it but she had a few good hours ahead of her.  While her third was more personal- feathers, Thomas, thorny vine’s, the perfect stick to make a sling-shot with.  Making sure to know her way back by the rock mound’s she make’s with a stick sticking up.  Just in case she lost her way, just in case someone like themselves found the trail.  For better or worse little rock ant hills covered in earthly dirt never bothered no one.  Although she paused once in awhile to listen- listening was the key to understanding everything.  To be more aware of what’s around even if the route took a longer turn.  Inhaling the fresh air as she bent down to pluck a good sturdy twig from the ground to put in the back of her book-bag she could start to feel her tongue start to stick to the roof of her mouth.  A slow walker to save her strength but not entirely quiet- her grace was as equal to someone walking on a path made of broken glass.  Walking a winding forest of untold mystery.  She just wanted to do something right.  That was when she heard the familiar but faint sound.  Stopping in her tracks, she looked around as her ears turned a bright pink.  It sounded like faint running water.  It seemed to be coming more to her right side.  Possibly connecting dots like constellations- maybe Iris might have ran into a bear because she was getting to close to the source of it’s food without realizing it.  Meaning several things- fish was possibly nearby while she found her multi-tasking tool and one of the hunting sticks she gathered and started to take a blade and make the point.  Carefully she followed the sound of faint rushing water within a major distance.  She didn’t need to walk side by side the watery path to know were it was as long as she could hear it.  Taking the safer advantage then the dangerous one at least for now.  Listening, rather then the knife scrapping against the wood, and attentively searching between the gnarled tree’s for any sight of Bears or the slightest of change’s in the forest sounds.  Although Melanie wasn’t alone.  Something was following her at a very far distance but something far more smaller, and more clever than any Bear.

[melanie-charming]

[flower--princess]

Lost || Iris, Lucas & Melanie || 8/xx

[flower--princess]

“I don’t know where Lulu is” Iris said softly, glance between the boy and the girl. The blond girl was now smiling? Which was interesting, Iris lived in the forest, but she hadn’t been happy when she’d landed here. Granted, Iris had been badly injured and confused, maybe this girl wasn’t. “What’s your name?” She asked the boy looking over him again. “You” She pointed to Melanie. “Mermaid, get over here” There was no use for them to be wondering around the woods alone. Iris had suddenly taken a “mother” role, and as soon as she realized what she was doing, she would freak out. Being a mother meant being a grown up and Iris objected to all things “grown up”. However she was the most capable of surviving in the woods. She’d just have to take it that way, as being the best so she should be in charge. Must like her father. 

“Do you have anything in that bag?” She asked Melanie. “Food, bandages, pixie dust?” Pixie dust would be very useful right now, Iris had lost her little pocket vile of pixie dust during her fall. She’d figured out where it’d gone when she’d been looking for berries one day and spotted a few floating raccoon’s. It had been a funny sight, but her little bottle of pixie had been crushed and all the golden dust gone. There was no floating above the trees to get help. “Oh! A compass! Do you have a compass?” Iris’s eyes lit up. She didn’t know how to use a compass, but one of them probably did and they could help. At least, the pirates used compasses to find things, except, now that she thought about it, the pirates never actually found anything, so maybe they weren’t all that useful. 

[lucas-leon]

He was afraid of that answer, and he was afraid to know the answer of the question Iris asked about food. Lucas couldn’t survive on his own, it just wasn’t in him to be independent like his sister, and for that he ended up with a broken arm. “I’m L-Lucas,” he answered, his bottom lip still quivering. His uninjured arm rose to cover his face. Getting into play fights with Lulu back home never even hurt this much, his entire body aching and his mind riddled with confusion from the fall. “Where are we?” Lucas questioned, moving his arm to view the scenery, finally noticing the other blonde in the clearing. He didn’t recognize her, and that only added to his distress. 

Lucas slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, keeping his broken arm against his chest. He didn’t stay like that for long though, suffering from a dizzy spell. “Please let there be food,” he whispered, more to himself than to the others with him. Lucas settled on his back once more and kept his tears at bay, rolling onto his left side and curling his knees against his chest. He was safe there, for now, and that was more than enough for him. The last thing the blond planned to do was move, to venture into the trees where more pixies were waiting on another target. Never again was he traveling on his own.

[melanie-charming]

Looking at them both her eye’s quickly scanned both of them more with alot of detail while the two exchanged words.  Realizing the Golden Boy’s arm was in a very critical state- either out of joint or broken.  Fair and Lovely (Iris) pointed Melanie seemed to walk over to were he pointed with a sort of grace of a baby penguin learning how to walk not so much because she was injured or in pain- she just had no real grace.  Kneeling she pulled her book-bag infront of herself.  First pulling a jar of green pixie’s.  While she pulled out a water bottle filled half-way up with blue-berries, rolling that to the Fair and Lovely.  Next, she slowly took out an un-open full water bottle.  Gazing at the female she suddenly pointed from the top to the middle of it, then pointing at the Golden Boy and herself, back to the length of water.  Hoping she understood her message- between the two drink only half.  Rolling it towards her.  Zipping up the first pocket, opening the second  zipper.  Her hands went into her book-bag as they heard something un-latch and her hands fiddling a bit they heard the sounds of something rattling- having two mini bottles of aspirin, two wraps, a few disinfectant wipes and band-aid’s that’s all she had- with a roll of duct-tape. Shaking four aspirins into her hand.  Realizing her extended hand wasn’t going to reach she kind of crow hopped until she was close enough to extend her palm out revealing four aspirins.

 Her free hand went to the smallest zipper doing a little roll towards Iris with a vintage french compass her way. Once Iris took them.  She gazed at the Golden Boy’s arm, she needed to make a sling, and she certainly wasn’t going to do it with all her bandages, and duck-tape was out of the question.  Vine’s.  Vine’s and weed’s.  It might take a bit of time but she could braid a sling up, gazing passed Iris noticing a little dug up fire pit- with a little less heat coming from it.  Suddenly closing her zipper’s and slipping her book bag in her arms.  Pointing to the jar of pixie’s.  Taking her hand she would place it on the lid and start to do a twisting motion above the lid, suddenly improving that she opened the jar and let the pixie’s out.  Making a big X with her hands.  While she shook her head no.  Pointing to the jar of green pixie’s one more time.  In an odd way this was kind of fun- not talking she just hoped they or at least she knew not to release her pixie’s or touch them at all.  While she started looking around as she started to pull a few weeds near her and pointed to her braided weed’s in her hair and pointed to the Golden boy.  Slowly holding her arm like she was propping it like a sling would with a pause.  Then pointing to the tree’s she pointed to the little rock circle she had going and with her thumb stuck in her fist she popped it out with a fsh sound.   She did it a couple more time’s as she wiggled her thumb too hoping she caught on she had a lighter.  Starting to put her book-bag back on her shoulders she did this preppy happy smile bob head thing.  Like they just had a wonderful talk.  [Melanie left the scene to hunt and gather before nightfall- will return after 3 rounds.]

[melanie-charming]

Trail by Tale:  3 Green Pixie’s in Melanie’s Jar

[flower--princess]

Lost || Iris, Lucas & Melanie || 8/xx

Iris had been sleeping for a long time, sleeping, then getting up and wandering off to find berries, hoping they weren’t poisonous and returning to her little rock. Her head was still pounding and her whole body ached, but the pain had dimmed and she was able to push past it. She’d set up a little camp for herself the best way she could alone and injured. It mostly consisted of piles of leaves that she’d cover herself in at night to make a blanket. Luckily she’d been wearing a shawl and used that for actual warmth at night. Iris had also managed to make a little fire for herself, thanking her aunts for teaching her survival skills. Not once had she even thought to call out for help or try to leave the clearing in an attempt to find others. Iris had grown up in the woods of Neverland, so none of this was really all that strange to her. She knew she’d have to find a way to survive, which she was doing, and that was about as far as she’d thought. 

Iris had been trying to get her little fire going again when a person was dropped into her little campsite. As he hit the ground she let out an “oh!”. A few moments later another person was brought down, and Iris let out another “oh!”. The girl had looked mostly unharmed, but the boy did not. Forgetting her fire Iris jumped up, as best as she could as she was also injured and made her way towards him. “Are you alright?” She asked kneeling down by him and then glanced to the other girl. “Where are you from? Are you from Walt?” She hadn’t seen the girl before, but the boy she was sure she’d seen around school before. 

[lucas-leon]

Lucas was never a fan of changing locations, even if he’d been there before. This applied to the annual camping trip. After sitting around with his group, the boy grew hungry, already having eaten what he brought for the bus ride. Wandering was new to Lucas, but he was desperate for food to soothe his stomach. Anything he could get his hands on that looked or smelled edible, he grabbed as he trailed passed the trees. It wasn’t until he couldn’t see his group that he knew he’d made a mistake. The swarm of pixies only confirmed that, and nothing he did made them cease. Lions weren’t meant to fly, Lucas knew that but it didn’t stop the little green pixies. Kicking and whining to be put down was all he did, all that came to mind for the blonde until that wish came true. 

He was beyond frightened, and his landing didn’t make him feel any better. Whimpering while groaning, Lucas rolled onto his back, clutching his arm to his chest. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid he’d be alone somewhere. Alone and without food. His entire body ached and he was nervous to move, not wanting to feel any more pain. Peeking his eyes open at the voice, Lucas saw the girl looking down at him. “I…I…,” he trailed off, his bottom lip trembling. He’d never been injured like this before, and all he wanted now was to go home. “Where’s Lulu?” he asked in a strained whisper, his eyes welling up.

[melanie-charming]

In the beating wings of green pixie’s, until they finally tore her away from them and swarmed away like drifting seed’s in the distance.  Landing on her tailbone in a tangled pine shrub.  More bruised, scratches, and minorly aching, she watched the cloud of the foggy swarm of green pixie’s vanishing, honestly waving them good-bye.  It could have been a lot worse in her opinion.  While she couldn’t breathe, feeling the relief of being alive gave way to the panic of what had just happened.  An alarm roared in her brain and Melanie was already checking to see if her book-bag was ok!  Scanning everything nothing was taken, and they didn’t even open the zipper compartments, didn’t even try to capture there own pixie’s in the jar.  She just fell on her back with her arms outstretched feeling the forest floor for what felt like the first time.  Not hearing anyone at the moment the buzz of angry green pixie’s seemed to mask her hearing and over-take her hearing like the pounding of her slow-terrified heart coming to a gentle ease.  Gazing at the sky, starting to feel the beams of sun-light gently heat up her bare skin, she just closed her eyes feeling her chest rise and fall inhaling one long breath.  She felt the flush of fluttering rise from her stomach to her cheeks.  Alive.  Feeling the part of her edge of her lip that wasn’t cut lift up feeling herself want to laugh a little.  Was this the bad before the worse? That storm before the storm.  She hasn’t even hit her goal yet- 

finding Thomas.  Her hearing was slowly coming back- feeling her features soften.  Hearing the gentle silence fill the air and she listened.  Not the total kind of silence like the pixie attack as it was back in the unknown forest somewhere, because in the distance, sounding like almost background music, she could hear the insects, and birds, but close by, everything had grown quiet then the rustling.  The type of rustling that people make and in the corner of her eye if she tried hard enough she could see two people moving from the corner of her eye.  Slowly Melanie sat back up, stretching one arm up to the sky and the other bent in an acute angle and hovered near her ear. Her hands balled up in loose fists.  Just like waking up from a nap.  While her eyes searched the ground lazily as she was searching for something- her shadow. Using her index finger to gently poke at the ground from a strangers point of view but really she was using her index finger to touch her shadow’s supposed reversed index finger.  Connecting.  Shifting her head towards were the two unknown people were- the fair and lovely auburn, and an unhappy golden boy.  While Melanie searched there face’s but had nothing to say (because she didn’t hear Iris).  There was nothing much to say with strangers when they always had no’s- or always being disappointed in her for being a graceless-mistake, always being shoved into being negatively compared to her cousin and sibling shadows.  Loose blond bed-head strands of hair framed Melanie’s face as her hair was braided in a messy-bed head crown braid (held by office clips from her journals she destroyed)  with feathers and strands of interweave-braided weeds and sprigs of lavender’s popping out going in one entire direction.  The tints of black ranged from a Raven blueish to purple tint when the sun hits them, to a Crow’s rainbow luminescence.  The edge of her left lip was long-scabbed over but freshly made smiling a little from her right side.  Realizing she wasn’t in a group-group.  But there was no Thomas.

[melanie-charming]

Trail by Tale ||Into the Wild Unknown Prt 2|| 7/xx

Not important, not right now, she told herself.  The only thing that mattered was finding Thomas.  Finding him took priority.  Then she could worry about herself.  Was she asking for trouble by leaving her group by going into the woods?  Or saving someone she loved from something terrible. Melanie shook off the thought and snuck deeper into the wild unknown Forest, moving slowly in case she collided with any trees being the graceless one after all.  In the eerie silence she began to feel thoughts of Thomas and danger rising faster 

than she could hold them down.  Nerves shredding, she focused harder on the path.  She felt the path begin to slope uphill leaving marks behind (example: re-collecting her journal confetti and pile rock’s and paper together to make signature mounds).  Reaching the top a white rabbit scurried past her clumps from a wild blueberry bush, carrying it’s terrified baby in its mouth, and vanished into the forest as if erased off a page.  “Huh,” she sighed distantly marveled turning her attention back to the bush. 

 Inspecting it at first before settling beside it pulling her book-bag off her shoulders and pulling out the jar of pixie’s and the empty crinkled water-bottle she found on the bus.  It would have to do as a container to hold them.  She didn’t want random blue-berries too wet her book-bag, or draw bigger predators- and not the human predator the animal predator.  Test-tasting a few as she still wasn’t really hungry as she picked the majority of blueberries and put it in the now not so empty anymore bottle of water. 

 Even slipping a few through the tiny hole’s she made in the jar lid with her multi-tasking tool.  The pixie’s seemed to eat the squished juicy things just fine.  Putting the jar of pixie’s back in her book-bag.  Knowing if there was one blue-berry bush there were others to follow, finding two more- having a half bottle of blueberries screwing the top tightly putting it in the second zipper with the mini-first aid kit she had in there.  Digging up dead leave’s looking for rocks and twigs making a rock mound with a stick sticking in the middle.  

Wiping her hands on a her pajama shirt that used to belong to Thomas.  Being one of his old band shirts they were fun to sleep in, big, baggy, and long on her along with sophie-shorts.  Finger-nails were crusted with dirt.  Going back on the unknown path while everything was. .  beautiful in it’s own little way.  Everything was cloaked by giant overhanging green leave’s.  Gazing up at the sky treading carefully, step by step, and skip by stumble-half skip until she pulled out the stolen phone from her book-bag to check being an hour- maybe two or three hours since she’s checked it- seeing service!  

Thomas didn’t contact back but she did zip in Corinne’s number and text her and pressed [Send].  Getting distracted with knocking a low-hanging cluster of leaves from her face.  Until she found the perfect tree- the queen of climbing tree’s.  Putting the stolen phone back in her book-bag securely, she didn’t even need to pull out her ropes.  Wondering if she could see Thomas better at a higher advantage.  Melanie made her way up quickly, thankful for the sturdy low hanging branches to guide her higher and higher.  

At last she reached the highest part of the tree.  Frowning, while warning chills ran up and down her spine.  The sounds of an occasional bird, frogs, insects sang came to a tense silence.  Not that she minded their music.  Music was good.  Music meant intruders weren’t near.  Looking at the forest floor to the sky around her quickly- tense silence filled the new air.  Then she heard it.  Or rather, she didn’t hear it.  The only noises bouncing off the trees were the sound of something oddly familiar.  She stopped.  

Winded, she carefully tree hopped from one branch to a branch connected to another tree.  As she drew in shaky breaths, a stillness invaded the woods.  The soundless air hung heavy, even heavier than any fog that she’s ever believed.  A few feet behind her through the tree’s she heard the faint tinkle sound.  And just like that she knew.  She had company.  A familiar hum echoed behind her closer and closer, like a chorus of angry tinkle whispers.  Slowly Melanie kept steadily tree hopping to another knowing this was very dangerous

 until she turned around, hearing, the whir grow louder and louder.  Her face and emotions flickered with dread. . . a storm of green pixie’s crashed into her from under- above- behind- her swamping her like bee’s.  Moving like deliberate purpose and with ruthless speed, biting, scratching eviscerating and bashing her back off the safety of the tree branch into danger.  Pushing her off the branch, Melanie fell down the tree with a scream locked in her throat, terrified for an instant caught and flailing through a blurry fog of green pixie’s 

levitating her five feet from the ground, whisking her away.  Away.

[waltacademy-blog]

Bus 6 & Bus 9

Lucas Leon was just out looking for food, any sort of food, not straying too far from his camp, but just out of sight. Suddenly, a swarm of pixies attacked, pinching and poking at him and finally lifting him up and carrying him away. He was dropped from a cruel height into a clearing, only feet away from another girl, Iris Pan. In another part of the forest, a young girl, Melanie Charming had wondered off from her group, possibly in hopes of finding her brother, or maybe to find pixies. Well, the pixies found her and carried her off as well. They however, placed her down nicely on the ground, unharmed expect for a few scratches in the same clearing as Iris and Lucas. 

Lucas, Iris and Melanie are now together! They can only interact with each other until further notice!

[melanie-charming]

The Charming Children

[melanie-charming]

Trail by Tale || Stolen Phone: Contacting Corinne ||5/xx

Cori: Mon téléphone est lent comme de la merde , Mel. Même si je garde un service assez longtemps pour le télécharger , je vais probablement perds la seconde, il se termine. (My phone is slow as shit, Mel. Even if I keep service long enough to download it, I'll probably lose it the second it finishes.)

Cori: Es-tu en sécurité? Avec qui êtes-vous? Quel bus êtes-vous? (Are you safe? Who are you with? What bus are you on?)

??: Bus 6 jusqu'à ce que Thomas a été découvert quelque part perdu dans les bois. (Bus 6 until Thomas was discovered somewhere lost in the woods.)

??: Je le jure. Lorsque tout cela sera terminé, Je vais acheter deux de vous compassess. Parce que cela est sortir de la main. (I swear. When this is all over I'll buy two of you compassess. Because this is getting out of hand.)

[melanie-charming]

Trail by Tale || Into the Wild Unknown Prt 1|| 6/xx

Melanie crossed her fingers that this whole mess could somehow have a good ending to it.  That the only thing nasty to come out of it would be the edge of her lip being cut, the little pixie scratches,bite marks, and bruises. [ This part will be written after departing Marie ].  Oh. Gods, let her think good thoughts. Please.  She wished she hadn’t read so many horror fairy tales.  She didn’t want to believe anything terrible happened to Thomas.  And she really didn’t know anyone in this group- anxiety twisting agian inside her. 

And now fear of being stuck with a group of strangers was galloping inside her.  She needed her brother, or Gabriel (and that’s really saying something if Gabriel Tremaine is involved).  Wait.  When Melanie looked up seeing a stranger start to use his phone!  Her hands were reaching for hers- only thing was she threw it out the bus window wrapped in paper with a hand-written note and duck-tape in hope the fall doesn’t crack it or break. Her mind was showing her all sorts of pictures of why it was a great idea, and now?  

Now it was just showing her all sorts of pictures of why it wasn’t.  All Melanie could think about was contacting Thomas.  After watching the stranger she waited until he was done using it to intervene and politely ask if she could use it- and so she achieved the strangers phone as he seemed distracted with someone putting his back to Melanie.  Still holding her breath, she looked around seeing the bus door still open!  Automatic reflexes had taken over her quickly as she ducked inside but as she was coming up the buses steps she 

saw the key inside the ignition.  `Qui ne ressemble pas à l'abri` she first thought pausing thinking she should give the key’s to Sebastian?  But instead she just sat on the step’s of the bus, alone and hidden.  Slipping her book-bag off her shoulders she put it to her feet un-zipping the main zipper to pull out the jar of green pixie’s with tiny little hole’s punctured on the jar lid right beside her. Turning her attention to the strangers phone she started punching in Thomas’s cell number and started to text fervently in her natural state pressing [Send]. 

 Now she just waited feeling her foot tap a little impatiently until the phone buzzed.  Lifting the phone to her face she started to read his response, her facial features soften as she pressed the cell-phone to her chest.  Her features were glowing.  Light seemed to radiate from every inch of her, she was so relieved as she felt a heavy weight lift from her shoulders.  Pulling the phone from her chest she typed a response with a stupid look on her face, looking down- errr.  She looked like she crawled out of hell actually, so she dodged it 

instead telling him it didn’t matter it’s not like she lost a leg, or an arm or anything anyway.  Pressing [Send].  Until the next buzz.  A violent shiver overtook her.  She couldn’t breath.  This felt cold- dark- wrong.  Not just wrong, but almost nightmare material.  It was like an drop-zone feeling sinking in her chest while her stomach was knotting tighter and tighter.  Struggling.  She struggled as she barely controlled her trembling fingers pressing [Send].  Shoving her head down in-between her knee’s as her palms pressed against

 her temples with pressure `Penser, PENSER, penser, penser, penser, penser, penser, penser, penser- les clés!` She thought.  Her head shot up from in-between her knee’s as she turned her head to stare at the keys inside the ignition.  Ducking low she headed for the key’s in the ignition.  She could feel her eyes burning on her every low step.  Yanking the keys out her eyes frantically started looking for the glove box `Il doit y avoir un- Je l'ai trouvé.` She thought shoving one key after the other “Allons,” she hissed under her breath until one of them fit unlocking it 

quickly pulling it open as her hand shoved contents out.  A bus manual- nope.  Putting that back in.  Bus vehicle registration-nope.  A pencil- she plucked that behind her ear.  Sunglasses- nope. A lighter- shaking it first to see if there was any fluid in it, half-full igniting it as a tiny flame puffed up.  Good.  Putting other useless objects back in keeping a medium empty metal mint box and 3 metal paper clips.  Putting the lighter and 3 paper clips in the mint box closing it shut.  Then closing the glove box she turned her back as she reached to grab her 

book bag.  Getting even lower she looked under the bus seats checking the floor.  Pretty clean rather then the gum under the seats, her face squinting like she ate something sour.  It was just something she found. . . disgusting. Buzzz- her hand fumbled for the phone as the screen glowed and her eyes read the text. [ Melanie Charming! Non vous ne sera pas! Vous restez avec votre groupe, vous comprenez? Je serai bien. ]   Sheer panic surge through her.  And at the same instant, that panic felt like strong hands wrapped around 

her neck while she was inhaling fear like being shoved deep under freezing water.  She wasn’t going to sit here alone- when he was out there alone.  That made no sense. No sense at all.  Deeper and deeper her self destructive panic was settling in texting what she felt in the heat of the moment. Putting the phone down- were was she? She suddenly felt that bubble in her.  Unzipping the smallest zipper she pulled out a cold metal vintage french compass, gazing at it `l'est. Je suis à l'est.` She thought astounded.  Suddenly feeling her face pale.  

Thomas could be anywhere. ANYWHERE.  Suddenly feeling herself start to hit herself gently with the compass on her forehead “Allez Melanie pensez! Pensez.” Suddenly her eyes got wide. THE PHONE! Checking first- fiddling with it she pulled up the downloadable app store.  Suddenly searching compass, finding several free compass apps.  Going back to the text screen with her tongue sticking up on the edge of her lip, pressing [Send].  Looking back up from the screen she only had one thing on her mind.  Taking out a 

piece of paper that she kept from her journal.  She covered the paper over her hand to do the only next thing she felt like she urgently needed to do: slide her hand across each individual seat cracks.  Finding (or rather the material Melanie kept)- popped hair-ties, hair-ties, more paper-clips, rubber bands, a broken compact mirror,  a glasses lens, 3 useless american pennies, trashy paper, random lapis lazulie stone’s from a broken bracelet,  a big black petticoat button, half a defective straw, used hair clips, a diamond earring stud, 

and jammed on the side a crinkled water-bottle with its cap attached.  To alot of people this could be junk, but for Melanie, she could see potential- a slingshot, a way to reflect sunlight with the broken compact mirror- also the mirror was broken in 3 big junks- sharp object.  The minor usable paper trash could be used for lighting something on fire with the lighter.  Everything she collected had some sort of purpose.  Peeping out the buss’s window, it still seem’s Sebastian and Ingrid were still occupying themselves with Marie not to far from Ingrid.  

Starting to re-pack everything to the pixie’s, the new bus materials into the mint container.  Putting the key back like she didn’t do a thing.  Thomas never did text back realizing she lost signal.  Flustered she was starting to breathe, feeling adrenaline run through her icy veins.  She felt to small and to young as she didn’t wait around for Sebastian to make head-count sneaking away from the rest as forgotten as a shadow.  Although she did steal a gentlemen’s phone which made her debate with herself on the way if she’d be categorized 

as a beginner villain or not.  It kept her mind at ease for a moment.  All at once everything seemed alien and terrifying she was out on a long and lonely journey trying to find Thomas.

[melanie-charming]

Trail by Tale || Stolen Phone: Contacting Corinne ||5/xx

??: Corinne . Télécharger une boussole sur votre téléphone et dites-moi vos cordinates. (Corinne . Download a compass on your phone and tell me your cordinates.)

??: Ceci est Melanie. Au fait. (This is Melanie. By the way.)