Is there a way I could stay there is there something I would have to do she said quietly crossing the room to where he was. He smelled of summer night she thought to herself as she stood only an inch behind him

Faunet

Jareth shook his head, strands of pale-blonde hair swaying. "No. I'm not permitted to take humans into the Underground unless there is a valid reason."

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[ THAT HELPS A BUNDLE <3333 ]

Rhye tilted his head, then looked to the side at the chocolate-brown, gold-striped doe. "I see a doe," he stated casually. "But this doe, you see, she doesn't really look like a doe. Or she does, but she certainly doesn't move like one. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. Quite a pretty thing, actually." The stag giggled, turning his head back to stare at the canopy. He blinked as a dove flew overhead.

Madison laid her head back down on the ground, and their faces were possibly only a foot and a half apart at the least. The horse-like doe rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up." She watched him turn his face back toward the sky, then watched a small ant work its way through the grass, as if lost in a jungle. "So..." She said, lifting her head slightly, "Anything you want to do today?"

She bit her lip and turned her head away so he does not like me that way she though who would before tears could spill her door bell rang she opened it up a baby she recognized as philip it was her cousin he had a note pinned to his shirt. The 3 month old did not cry as she picked him and brought him in

Faunet

Jareth frowned as Sierra brought the tiny child in. He tilted his head, but otherwise remained still. "What does that note say?"

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Rhye giggled, one paw batting at Madison's face playfully when he lifted his head. He wriggled forwards and upwards so that his bottom half was sort of propped against the horse-like doe, but his front half was sprawled sideways facing her. "Well, I could tame you," he grinned, gold eyes dancing. "Besides, if you bucked, I'd cry and then you'd feel terrible and you'd have to comfort me until I forgave you." He shrugged, and pawed lightly at Madison's mane.

Mick's phone played it's unusual ringtone of "Frozen" by Celldweller, which meant that it was Lorak. He had thought the song somehow fitting. He read the text with a smile, and he wished to go, but of course, his final performance was just now.
Just come in, gotta sing. Somehow I think you'll like the song.
Message Sent.

Kylar suddenly remembered that Kahlan's shop was one he had just passed, and he needed to tell Athena that she wouldn't be coming in. She had told the elderly woman that she was leaving for a while, but her plans had suddenly changed and she needed to depart a week early. Kylar would replace her within a week. He turned, and quickly running, he forgot to look where he was going.

Faunet

Within moments Jareth had, very forcefully, opened Sierra's fists and snatched the note away, scanning it only briefly. "...Mm." He frowned, tossing the note carelessly and leaning against the windowledge. "Well you have yourself in a bit of a mess, don't you?"

Mick

The black-haired man groaned very quietly in dismay when he read Mick's reply. He sighed, glancing sideways as someone passed him by, then discreetly entered the bar. He'd like the song, would he? Lorak had to admit to himself that that certainly sparked his interest.
Pushing his way past people and trying not to start hyperventilating, and even sensing a few less-than-natural presences very faintly, orange eyes searched for Mick. Fuck. Where is he?
Stupid question. Wouldn't he be at the front, singing? Duh.

As someone collided quite roughly with him, Rutilus swore loudly and staggered backwards, anger flaring. "Fucking--!" He stepped aside a bit, brushing his jacket down despite the fact that there was no real reason for doing so.

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Madison's dryly-spoken questions set him into a short fit of laughter. The golden-brown stag shook his head, then had to shake it again more violently to get his wavy hair out of his face. "That wasn't on my mind at all, but now that you've said it!" He giggled, then shifted off of Madison only to wriggle closer again and curl into her. Rhye cooed happily, eyes closed. "Nnn. You're warm--ooh, a heartbeat!" He exclaimed, as if such a thing was uncommon and new to him. Rhye tilted his head against the doe's chest, ears pricked, eyes wide.

[ WHOO I'm going to go find that song at some point :U My brain's melting a little for these two RPs but give me a bit and I'll get back to you 8D I FEEL LIKE ONE OF THOSE GIRLS THAT ANSWER TELEPHONES AND GO "PLEASE HOLD." AND THEN PLAY THAT REALLY ANNOYING MUSIC. ]

Madison looked down at the gazelle-pelted stag. "Well my dad has warm hugs. I guess I got that from him, hm?" She shifted her weight a little and was surprised by a tine of his antler sticking into her ribs. "Ouch..." She muttered and moved her middle away from the sharp tine, careful not to move her upper body, not wanting to upset Rhye by moving his "pillow".

Madison let out a small Oof! as the stag rolled back onto her. She took a huge, grateful breath as he got up. "Don't make fun of my shortness." She yawned a little, they had been sitting a while. She felt the tug on her mane. "I'm gettin' up, I'm gettin' up." She muttered quietly and stood up slowly, stretching out as she did. She straightened up and flicked her tail against her side, swatting an annoying fly as she waited for Rhye to let go of her mane.

[BTW You said Rhye was half-canine now. Are all of his feet paws, or is it like the front two are paws and back two are hooves? And is his tail a deer tail? A wolf tail? Golden Retriever-like tail? Normal dog tail?]

did you like the song

[Got'cha C8<]

Madison watched him until he sat down. She trotted over and stood next to him, as she noticed the butterfly flapping away for it's life out of the corner of her eye. "Who said I had to be a proper horse? Or that I had to enter a show specifically for 'proper horses'? Who said we couldn't make up our own?" She leaned her head closer to his. "The butterfly went that way-" She montioned to her left with her head.

(has an idea)



She struts out of the room and puts the baby to bed Jareth sh calls to him what would happen if you took him she questiond

Yep. Defidently like a puppy dog. Oh Rhye. She blinked as she watched him chew on her mane. "Sure. Just us huh? Do you want someone else in it? Or would you prefer just us? And what'll we do in this show?" She paused. "And if you want to re-fix my mane, you can ya know."

[ Faunet; I'll reply to ours when I don't feel like it's an acid trip at 5am 8D ]

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"Well basically it would end up being an excuse for me to watch you strut around looking fabulous," he snorted, tail wagging back and forth repeatedly. "And it tastes divine, by the way." Playfully, Rhye chewed a few strands, only to have them break off in his mouth. He frowned, trying to spit the strands of hair out. "Blauuugh."

"You could just ask me to do Dressage. It's basically the same thing." She said quietly, almost under her breath. "Thanks. I use Garnier Fructis shampoo. It smells like fruit and I like it. I guess it makes it makes it taste... better, too, I guess." Her eyes wandered around, like they did so often. She shuffled her hooves a little, almost restless. "Are you sure there's nothing you really want to do? I just wanna do something"

Madison grinned and rolled her eyes up. Keeping you to myself... She flicked her tail lightly and looked back at the saplings, then at Rhye. One end of her lips came up in a smirk. "Sure. Ya wanna time me?" She said as she walked back toward the starting tree. She lifted her tail slightly as she walked and swished it a little in a showy-fashion, playfully.

[Sorry for late reply. We went to the movies out of town most of the afternoon and when I got home I tried doing a bunch of things, like starting to work on Madison's playlist.]

I cometh... >3

(Anywho... I guess I should start then... Hmm... la di dah~)

Dark, unsettling clouds coat themselves over an unnamed city, casting drizzling rain as they do so. The streets are empty, for it is late and most sensible folk would be in bed by now.

Of course, there were always the homeless. One in particular lay curled next to a building. His clothes were soaked, and already preactiaclly falling off of his thin, malnourished body. His breathing was shallow, and one of his eyes was forever popped open, surveying the area around him. Letting himself be ready to jump and run if he had to.

His hair was short, but curly red, upon closer inspection one would find that he had the beginnings of a grizzled beard.

Will you approach him?

(I'm not good at intos... ;-;)

(pirate bartender? OMFG YES)

His other eye opened, and with a flurry of footsteps the man was on his feet, raising his hands in front of him as if to protect himself.

"Hey man, not like there's any shade around." he sounded calm, despite his tense pose. His voice carried a heavy New York accent, making him seem all the more 'street-smart'. He studied the man over and lowered his thin arms, Hmm... perhaps he would make a good meal ticket...

He put on a charming smile (or as charming as he could get it to be). "Ya look pretty wet yerself, man. Least I have an excuse." he chuckled lightly.

(SmallnoteincaseyoucaredwhichIknowyoudon't- Most of the rps that Jergens is in take place after Bartleby has died, and before he met Rosine. No cheating is involved here ;P)

Madison paused a moment before turning her head straight in front of her. "Hmph. Glamorous. Yeah right." She concentrated on the imaginary track in front of her, and then took off in a flash at a flat out sprinting gallop.

She flew around the small trees, only thinking about what was in front of her, what she had to do, stay sure-footed, and going as fast as possible. She slid to a stop as she passed the starting-tree again.

"So how do you think I did? Were you able to keep the time? Or was I too stunning for you?" She said the last sentence with light, playful sarcasm. She began pacing in front of him absentmindedly. "I understand if you find this boring. It's not as good as the real stuff, and I can tell you aren't from where I come from." She stopped pacing.

[QUESTION. Do you think this Rhye knows about the human world and is able to go through the two when he pleases, like Madison? Or is it a seperate-but-the-same thing?]

The labrinth chuckled well then I'll leave you out of it shame I thought you might attracted to her. What a pity.What deal Sierra questioned? I can turn you fae child it spoke persuasively. Sierra's mouth dropped but quickly returned to its proper place

(That sounds unhealthy D: )

Ooh, getting right to the point? I like yer style, man

"Well, I would certainly think so if I saw someone like me sleeping out here." the grin on his face widened from ear to ear, quite unnerving to the faint of heart. "I am, not as bad as you would think, though." With a sudden flourish of movement he held out a tin jar that he had stolen from a Dollar General, shaking it a bit.

"Enough of the introductions crap, though. Ya got any change?" Jergens had always been a fairly blunt person.

Madison grinned slightly, turning her body to face him. "I'm from down south. Southeastern United States to be a little more specific. Maybe one day I'll take you to the ranch." She tilted her head a little, bringing his voice into her mind for a second, examining his accent. "Guessin' by your accent... You're from Europe? I'd guess a country, but I can never be sure and I don't wanna guess wrong."

[ALSO I need your opinion. Should I make human Madison maybe seventeen-ish? I dunno, it might be better...]

Aw, too bad. It's all good, though." he reluctantly placed the jar back into the hood of his tattered shirt, frowning a little.

I guess that's it then. Bedtime for me." he plopped back to ground and resumed his former fetal position, looking up at Rhye as he did so with the most pitiful, sad looking stare that he could conjure up. It was too bad he had never learned how to cry on cue, otherwise that would have made a nice touch. Still, the look seemed to speak for itself.

Takemehomewithyoutakemehomewithyoutakemehomewithyou...

Hot damn! God, I'm brilliant... And sexy...

In a flash he was up again, a bright smile on his features. "Man, I can't remember the last time I had some food man. Yer a lifesaver." he chirped, mentally proclaiming his victory.

At the murder statement he tapped his lips in thought, a look of dissapointment spread over his features. "Look at me, man. Do ya really think I'd kill someone? Not many redheads out here. If I did, it would be easy for me to get caught. Besides, I don't kill people." I just use them.

(Going to sleep now x3)