#lostchiyo

Thank you Sho for making this wonderful piece of art for me

Peer-pressuring her into doing a thing by using Mr. H quotes.

                            Look at what we have here.  A pretty girl sleeping. She wasn't what he would call a beauty, but still a face pleasant for him to see. He wondered what made her wanting to roam about the night so casually and carelessly. What does it matter anyway, he wanted a person he wanted to talk to and God gave him one. Absent minded as he was, he made his way closer approaching the girl from behind, tapping a finger to the female's shoulder. "Hmm naughty girls should stay inside at late hours. Didn't your momma scare you with tales from this haunted bridge?" 

... Please don't make me sing along-- Again.

                             The rain maker glanced up as the bell on the top of the flower shops door rang. Costumer? In this rain. How odd but he couldn't hold it against them considering he was the reason for such a heavy rain fall. The earth needed it so he just let it fall for hours and hours. "How may I help you this morning?" The ame warashi asked, softly. Gloved hands coming up and dusting together over the flowers so the soil wouldn't be wasted.

What does Ciri do when not having eaten for two days, and she has no money at her disposal? Simple. She catches a fish. Something the gypsy is pretty good at. Fishing is fun, too. If your stomach isn't growling every two minutes that is. Patience and calmness, the two main ingredients for a good fisherman. Today, Ciri has none of the first. And the calmness is only because of her lack of energy.  The ravenette has always been unnaturally thin. But two weeks of no food make her look  more underfed than ever. There are dark circles under her eyes and uncombed hair as well-- she has her work to thank for that. The deadline is tomorrow, but she's completely stuck and doesn't have the energy to continue on her translation. Which is a problem. No translation, no pay. For the few among you who think that living the gypsy life is fun, well, it's not. Not always. Especially not when you're travelling alone. And when there's no money. Or food. Or-- err; yeah. So what do we have? An absolutely miserable-looking Ciri who, after two hours of sitting around, comes to the conclusion that some kind of dweeb dumped his garbage a little further upstream. No wonder the fish aren't biting. A frustrated grunt escapes her lips, and her precious life-saving tackle is thrown aside. That leaves only one option; stealing. An option that is, preferably, avoided. But as they say; desperate times call for desperate measures. If she's lucky, the grocery store will have their vegetables and fruits stalled out. Easier to take something without it being noticed. Okay. Decidedly, the ravenette gets up from her feet. Time for a short drive with her minibus to the centre of town.  The poor girl doesn't even make it that far. One step, two... And she's wobbling, unsteady on her feet... Feet that seem to slip away as she takes another step. Her vision darkens and she only has the time to think: 'Nevermind then.'  Someone better call 911, there's a starving gypsy lying around somewhere in the wilderness. Oh, and please take car of her awesome hippie van. If you steal it and leave her for the wolves she'll come back and haunt you as a ghost.

--That's what I'm here for on Tumblr.com.

Taking up post in front of the Manor seems to have become something that Placide considered a little bit of a hobby. After all, what better to stop intruders and thieves than a thieving snake demon. With most of the residents out for the evening as well, the serpent had nothing of real importance to do, so he made use of his time by stopping anyone that would be trespassing onto the property—this being one of those times, " Unless you’re here to see any of the owners, you’re going to have to leave. "