| Title: Let's talk music and exercise! Time: Wednesday, March 24, 2004 The Thespians: Otter O'Dell, Navilee Karzonia, Wally (NPC by Scarlet) Location: Scattergood Grounds - Mountain Lake |
| +---[ Scattergood Grounds - Mountain Lake ]----------------------------------+ | | | A crystal-clear mountain lake laps its waters up against its shoreline, | | stretching out in an immense expanse to cover a good portion of land. The | | water's edge holds various terrains, at one point it splashes gently upon | | a sandy beach, another a grassy bank stands a foot above the pool; large | | rocks are scattered here and there to sit upon, including partially | | immersed in the water, as well as large trees of various types that | | provide shading. On the eastern edge of the lake a daunting forest grows | | right up to the tarn's edge, and there visible a small river merges with | | the lake, coming at an odd angle from the north. The dirt path that cuts | | through the area seems to stop about here, becoming so overgrown by | | grasses that it no longer is visible. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Ah... the ability to avoid other people. Even when there are none. Such an underrated an ability. But not to Navilee Karzonia. She walks to the lake, and, glancing about, sets a bag in the shadows of some trees, hidden, and proceeds to remove some stuff from them. Heh. A suprise for anyone who comes nearby... just a pity is not plastic explosive... those would be a GREAT suprise... |
| It just so happens a young Otter O'Dell rests in the trees that give the shade. Otter cracks an eye, gazing down through the tree branches. He catches a glance of the girl, acting rather... peculiar. Sitting up slightly, Otter strains to see the girl, and trying not to make the tree stir at the same time. One eye flashes up to look at his pet owl, Rogan, only a few branches above. The owl looks at Otter in the eye and hoots. Quickly Otter brings a finger to his lips, narriowing his eyes. Rogan tucks his head into his breast, giving a few angry clicks of his beak. The boy rolls his eyes and holds hi breath, hoping the girl had not heard the hoot. |
| Seems that the lake area is rather busy, even for a day that could hardly be called warm. A small boy runs quickly into the area, his pudgy face flushed, and his hair all tousled from the wind as he was running. He stops a few feet from the trees, his hazel eyes clearly too distracted by something or other to even notice that Navilee, Otter or Rogan the owl is in the same place that he is. Instead, he doubles over, huffing and puffing something like, "Run... gotta... keep... run..." |
| Quiet. Must be quiet. And, obviously, seen. Navilee slowly, quietly pulls several disks from the bag, and, succeeding that, begins to position them randomly, pausing to brush some hair from her eyes. Stupid hair. After a while, obviously impressed with her ability to set up disks on flat ground, she rocks back on her haunches, not noticing Otter, Rogan, or the other boy. What fun. |
| Otter slinks down a few branches, hearing the heavy breathing of the boy. Swinging down to the lowest branches Otter waves to get the boy's attention. "Psst! Hey... hush!" Otter whispers horsely. Rogan flutters out of the tree, perching quietly on Otter's shoulder. They both stare at the boy for a second. Otter turns his head to the girl and then back to the boy. "I say... are you all right...?" |
| "I... run... gotta...." The pudgy boy, who henceforth shall be known as Wally, is looking rather winded still. He's got his hands on his knees but he looks up at Otter with a lopsided and friendly grin. "I..." another deep breath and then he manages to force out this, "I'm exercising." And then he goes back to his puffing. "Fat... too... fat..." He does, however, look towards Navilee as Otter does the same. Hmm. |
| Hearing voices, and, more to the point, looking up and seeing people looking at her, Navilee blinks. "Uh... ... hi?" What else can one really say? She takes a step back from the disks, and, uttering a word, pulls a pair of sticks from her sleeve, as the disks slowly enlarge. Ho hum. |
| Otter looks up at her and blinks. He chose to ignore hte boy statements. For what was there to say? Wally was indeed fat, and Otter didn't feel like lying to him otherwise. In any case, Otter was new there and eager to see magic. Slipping out of the branches, Otter scampered over to the girl. His eyes ate up the site of the disk. "What are you doing?" He inquired, curiosity overcoming any shy feelings. |
| Wally is right behind Otter, still panting away as he breathes out the exact same question, though with large gaps between all of his words. So he's fat. At least he's trying, the poor thing. His own hazel eyes seem rather surprised at the sight of the disks, especially as they enlarge, but the only sound he makes in response to that is a light wheezing as he slowly regains his composure. |
| Grinning slightly to herself, Navilee shrugs slightly. "Nothing, really..." And so the disks keep enlarging, growing feet into what those in the business call, a drum set. Drawing forth a small stool (throne) from her bag, she places it before the drums, then smiles slightly. |
| Otter stands back, eyeing the drums. Rogan, who was still clinging to his shoulder, hooted again. Yet this time Otter didn't get cross, but pets the owl softly. He knew exactly what drums were, being from a Muggle family. "Nice set..." He says, after a pause. "But why out here?" He says, almost suspiciously. His gaze flicks around the lake, and settles back on to her. |
| Wally is not only fat, but he's also not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. He looks at Otter, and then at Rogan, then back at the 'drum set'. He's seen a single snare drum, think the little drummer boy, but the entire set is beyond him. "You play that?" He finally manages to stammer, not really realizing that he's asked one of the dumber questions of the day. |
| "Indeed." Navilee nods. "Thanks... whomever you are. And just because I can." She shrugs. "Besides, why not...?" She sits down on the 'throne', and twirls her sticks. Ah... procrastination. |
| Otter rubs his chin and thinks for a second. "Did you grow up in a muggle family?" He blurts out, before he could stop himself. Rogan nipped his ear and the boy yelped, clamping a fist to the tender spot. He looks back at the girl, seeing no reason to take back the question now. "I mean... I ask... 'cause I am... an' not many wizard families know what a drum set is..." He says, stumbling over his words. "I... I played the French Horn in my school band..." He points out and nods. "I don't have it here though..." |
| Wally seems to have seen all that he really needs to see. Either that or the boy is really determined to lose some weight. Kicking his knees high up in the air, his panting resumes, and he waves his chubby sausage-like fingers at the pair. "Have... fun!" More huffing. "See... later!" And with that, he takes off running down the river bank. |
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