Lovely Day to Have a Picnic [OPEN]

[ShadowsInApril]

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Lancelot enjoyed a day out on the park, knowing this was a nice place to have a picnic. Earlier that day he packed himself a basket with some sandwiches and snacks, he also took a flask with some coffee and a bottle of bubbly soda. He also neatly packed in a blanket for himself to sit on, and glasses and mugs.

Finally when he noticed how heavy the basket was, when his muscles were burning he thought to himself.

Why the hell did i take so many stuff with me? It's just me that is going to enjoy this picnic anyway. Only me.

Lancelot spotted a giant oak tree near the lake, casting a big shadow over the meadow, he decided that that is where is going to enjoy his picnic, not knowing anybody around them and nobody here knows he is a werewolf. So he just blends in with the human surroundings.

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[Whisper]

It was a lovely day out but Michelle couldn’t help but feel so alone. She’d been here a week already and hadn’t really gotten to know anyone. She’d met Scarlet and William, but both seemed to fade after a while. She thought of Scarlet’s offer that she could stay on the ranch and couldn’t help but wonder if she had done the right thing to decline her offer. Now Michelle had to work at the Red Dragon to pay the rent at the Royal Apartment Complex, which wasn’t all that royal in anyway.
Slowly she walked along neatly decorated rows of flowers that grew within the Bandstand Park and breathed in the fresh air. It was nice to have some time to herself for a while and she tried not to think about all her worries. Her auburn hair glinted in the sunrays and emerald eyes were locked upon her peaceful surroundings. A small stream loomed up before her, bubbling invitingly and she walked over to it, taking off her shoes without a worry in the world as she stepped into the shallow stream, reveling the fell of the cold water over her feet and toes. She turned when suddenly she say a guy sitting under a tree right before her and she noticed as well that she was intruding on him. A bright blush crept into her cheeks and she looked at the water below as her voice resounded,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother…”

[ShadowsInApril]

((Whoops accidentally deleted this post, but he was reading a book and jumped when she talked that is all i could remember sorry))

[Whisper]

Michelle noticed the book in his hands and was strangely curious about this guy. He was reading a book? Now that wasn’t something you saw every day. She tucked the longer stands of her hair behind her ear and noticed she had made him jump with her words. He must have been very distracted by his book and a small smile played upon her nude colored lips as she bit her lower lip. He was peaking over his book at Michelle as she stood in the shallow stream. The cool of the water didn’t reach her flaming cheeks though and when he spoke she came out of the stream and picked up her shoes,

"No problem, I was just enjoying a book anyway. You weren't bothering me. I just couldn't deny this breath taking spot, I could just take a photo and save this moment, the scenery is so perfect."

She nodded her agreement and added her own set of lyrics,

“I do agree. This place really just takes all one’s worries away.”

She paused for a moment and remembered her manners,

“I’m Michelle by the way. I must ask, what are you reading?”

[ShadowsInApril]

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Lancelot saw the girl was standing in the swallow water. How can one be so foolish into standing in that ice cold looking water. Lancelot hates being cold, and the water doesn't look promising to be warm. He saw the flames playing across her cheeks and how she tried to hide it, he was truly flattered.

In a French accent he said to her."My Name is Lancelot Marcoux.Making his name sound all French like. He let his book down,stood up walked to the girl, took her hand and gently brushed his lips over her soft hand, let it go and sat back down under the tree.

In his normal American kind of accent, he learned over the years, he answered her question about the book."It's called Assassin's Apprentice The Farseer Trilogy, Book 1."He turned the book over and read the back side of the book."Young Fitz is the bastard son of the noble Prince Chivalry, raised in the shadow of the royal court by his father's gruff stableman. He is treated like an outcast by all the royalty except the devious King Shrewd, who has him sectetly tutored in the arts of the assassin. For in Fitz's blood runs the magic Skill--and the darker knowledge of a child raised with the stable hounds and rejected by his family. As barbarous raiders ravage the coasts, Fitz is growing to manhood. Soon he will face his first dangerous, soul-shattering mission. And though some regard him as a threat to the throne, he may just be the key to the survival of the kingdom... I really like medieval genre books."

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[Whisper]

The guy who sat beneath the big tree finally replied in an obvious French accent and Michelle almost tripped over her own two feet. //He has a French scent? This just couldn’t get any better.// Michelle thought as she said his name in her head over and over, loving the way it sounded; Lancelot Marcoux… S short sweet sigh escaped her kissers when suddenly the universe proved her wring and things did get better. He got up slowly and walked towards her and she almost shied away when he took her hand, but his skin was so warm against hers that she couldn’t dream of pulling away. In pleasurable shocked amazement Michelle looked at Lancelot as kissed her hand. By now her cheeks were just about flaming and she knew there was no way she could hide it. He turned form her and went back to his spot under the tree and Michelle found herself following him. When he sat down she remained standing and listened to his enchanting voice as he spoke about the book.

“It really sounds like an interesting story… are you too busy or can I join you?”

[ShadowsInApril]

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Lancelot sat there stareing at the girl's reaction, he did is as tradition of French, it's normal. But it seemed these people here don't know tradition when they see it.

“It really sounds like an interesting story… are you too busy or can I join you?”

He thought about it for a second and then wondered what he was going to do with the extra food he had in his basket. He stretched his legs out and reclining backward on his hands, looking up to Michelle.

"Sure you can join me if you want to, company would be good for a change.

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[Âłíșōñ]

I'm walking through the park of Infiniteria territory when I smell it. I stop dead in my tracks. I have to have some. Mashed potatoes!!!! I run towards the scent to find two people enjoying a picnic with a LOT of food. From their scents, I can tell one--the male--is a werewolf and the other--the female--is a human. I don't really like humans...eh, I'll live! I walk over to their picnic in an awkward way as I have great manners and I'm smart, so I know this is rude. But I have to have some mashed potatoes!!! My vision is blurry of course as I lost my last pair of contacts and my new shipment comes tomorrow. I wave to the male and smile. I wonder if he's cute....damn my blurry vision. Hey guys, can I join you? I state my question mainly to the werewolf because, as I've said before, I don't feel comfortable around humans.

[Whisper]

Michelle smiled down at Lancelot, unable to meet his eyes as he reclined backwards. She started fiddling with her fingers and found herself wishing she hadn’t cut her hair. She always used to curl the ends of her hair when she felt nervous, like she did now, but now her auburn hair was cropped short, just above her shoulders and she made an inner vow to let them grow out again. He then said she was welcome to join him and that company would be nice for a change. Michelle sat down and put her shoes down behind her, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she was barefoot and tucked her feet in beneath her.

“Are you new here? I am… so… sorry if I sound a little unsure. I’m not usually like this… Unsure I mean.”

She paused and cursed beneath her breath at how odd she felt around him and tried to continue with her dignity in tact,

“So tell me more about yourself?”

Suddenly a voice interrupts my thoughts unannounced and I turns towards the stranger. She basically just barged in and asked if she could join. Well now that was even more rude than I had been or was I merely feeling territorial. I shrugged the feeling away and spoke to her even though she most likely directed the question at Lancelot,

"Sure you can join..."

I didn't sound too sure though and looked to Lance for confirmation...

[ShadowsInApril]

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Lancelot smelt the scent of werewolf a mile away, staying calm he just sat there, putting on his awesome shades looking at Michelle through them, noticing she was nervous wondering why, because obviously he wasn't going to bite her.

“Are you new here? I am… so… sorry if I sound a little unsure. I’m not usually like this… Unsure I mean.”

He answered with ease, just took a breath in, from the fresh air playing on his mustache.



"Actually yeah you could say that i'm new here, I don't really know a lot of people around here, as I am on my own most of the time".

“So tell me more about yourself?”

Just as he was about to answer another girl appeared, he lifted his glasses to look at her and she reeked of werewolf scent.

"Sure you can join..."

Funny way my day is turning out to be.

Seeing Michelle looking at him waiting for an answer he looked back at the girl standing there eager, he gestured that she can take a seat and join them, he scooted up to make room for the other girl, seeing her eye the basket.

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[Âłíșōñ]

I smile and take a seat next to the male who made room for me. The human seems to not like my presence. Hmm. I flare my nostrils to find the scent of desire yet there is also some insecurity and confusion radiating off of her. Only things a girl would notice. This human likes the male. And she doesn't even know it. Interesting. I wonder if she has good taste...ugh I should just put my glasses on. They're in my bag...no. They make me look nerdy and ugly. Grrr! I purse my lips, squint to try to see them better, and then give up realizing it's no use. To hell with it. I need to see. Slowly reaching into my bag, I grab my case, take put my gold rimmed, cool glasses, and put them on. Wow. He is cute. I take off my leather jacket figuring better now than later when I'm starting to sweat. I point to the basket, look at the both of them, and wait if they'll give me permission to have the mashed potatoes I came for.

[Whisper]

Michelle tucked the hair behind her ear, forgetting about her new pixie piercing and cursing herself as the pain shot through her ear while she suddenly flinched. Lancelot wasn’t looking though and had just put on his aviator shades and Michelle officially decided that those shades were made for him. She flicked her hair from her eyes, exposing depths of emeralds that could speak books worth of words but were guarded fiercely. Overall she seemed to be a very mysterious girl and she listened as he spoke about being new here but also that he didn’t really mix with the other people. She knew how he felt since she herself didn’t like being around people for too long. She then asked him to tell her more about himself when the new girl joined. Michelle found it very peculiar and for a long moment she only looked at the girl.
She asked to join and I said sure but when I looked over at Lancelot I was trying to beam him the message that he should say no, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and allowed her to sit as he scooted over. Michelle took this as her cue and stood up. After all, there wasn’t enough space for all of them in his blanket and so she went back to the stream, adding a last few words over her shoulder,

“You know you can just ask him if you want to be fed.”

She turned back to the stream and threw a rock into the waters, watching as it splashed.

//That girl was really something else. I know I had also just came across him, but at least I had some manners. This girl sat there eyeing the basket and begging just like a puppy would and on top of it she didn’t say a word and neither did she offer her name. Why do I feel so irritated with her?//

Michelle didn’t know why she felt this way, but in truth she rarely spoke to people and even more rarely made friends, so when she did meet someone she wanted to get to know it was for a damn good reason and it wasn’t cheap either, like this female was being.

((Sorry Michelle is being so rude. She's just confused that's all))

[ShadowsInApril]

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Lancelot just looked as this random girl plopped down, beaming at his basket, especially his home mad mash potatoes. He knew it was a killer great recipe because he got it from his grandmother, well his adopted grandmother, but they didn't need to know that. Before he could answer Michelle jumped up and started walking toward the stream.

“You know you can just ask him if you want to be fed.”

Lancelot just stared at Michelle and watched as she walked to the stream, feeling a bit bad he didn't know the other girl was going to invade this much and would have liked for them both to join him and talk. Then he would have at least known two people instead of nobody, but they seemed so hostile toward each other, he didn't want that. He shouted in French to Michelle, when he gets confused he does this.

"Où allez-vous? Je ne sais même pas cette fille, Michelle attendre s'il vous plaît ne partez pas!"

What just happened?

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[Âłíșōñ]

I abandon the idea of the basket when the girl walks away. Goodness. She doesn't have to be so touchy. I raise my eyebrow in confusion and purse my lips. Then I remember I forgot to introduce myself. Wow, Autumn. Nice going. Oh. Forgive my terrible manners. My name is Autumn DeRidder. It a pleasure to meet you both. I smile, not realizing how feminine or attractive it looks as I am very insecure and self-consious. Why must I be so oblivious to my beauty?! Why can I not just be happy and see myself like everyone else does? Why can't I just be me? Why can't I just be happy with being me?

[Whisper]

Michelle was more than content to remain within the cooling shallows of the stream, keeping her feet firmly planted there she sighed and stared at the flowing water around her feet. Her emerald eyes were open books now and spoke of what exactly she was feeling. She didn’t care, or at least she liked to think she didn’t. She didn’t mind if Lancelot, a guy who could become one of the best friends she had ever had, rather preferred the company of another person.
Suddenly words reached her ears, words that sounded distinctly French and she spun around to gaze at Lancelot, amazed that he was speaking, rather yelling, at her in perfect French. A puzzled expression took hold of her features and she cocked her head somewhat sideways,

“I’m sorry I can’t speak French. Why don’t you come here and tell me what you said?”