RE: The Grand OC III: Do Not Steal: Week.5: RETURN!
08-13-2019, 09:10 AM
Name: Lily Jones
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Colour: #54966A
Biography: It was a bright and shining day and everyone in the village had turned up for the celebration. There was a banner hanging up in the village square that said “Welcome Home Lily” that Nigel and Alan Bradshaw had made. Iris Fletcher from The Gray Hare public house had made a whole platter of sandwiches and of course was providing a glass or two of brandy to all those of drinking age and a nice big jug of ice cold lemonade for the kids. Henry Wedgwood had dragged his old baby grand piano out from his garage and was playing all the old favourites.
The gathered crowd cheered as they saw Lily making her way up the village path, heavy backpack upon her back, her forehead streaked with sweat. Her face broke out into a big wide smile and she hurried up the village path towards the awaiting crowd, throwing her arms around the closest person (Phillipa Shipley from the butchers shop), and she continued to hug everyone, one after another until she ran out of people.
“Tell us all about your travels Lily.” Morgan Hornby continuously implored. After Lily had managed to put her heavy backpack down, take a seat on one of Arthur Black’s battered lawn chairs he’d brought out for the occasion, and take a nice sip of brandy she obliged her.
On a cosmic scale Lily’s adventures were not that interesting or unique. She travelled to meet new people, see new places, see the world. She had some funny stories and she recounted them eagerly, but you really had to have been there. Of course it was always nice to be home, but for Lily home was where she hung her hat and she was of course moving on again in the morning.
Everyone was a little disappointed but nobody was really surprised. They drank more than just the glass or two of brandy that Iris had provided, encouraging her to go and open another barrel when they started to run dry. As the day slowly turned into night Nancy and Miriam Hazelton cooked up a delicious roast chicken meal for everyone, though given the numbers involved most got just a bite or two, whilst Lily eagerly and gratefully devoured a whole plateful. Arthur played all of Lily’s favourites, ending exhaustedly after Scarborough Fair.
As the night wound down Morgan offered Lily to stay the night in her spare bedroom, which prompted the whole crowd to offer their accommodation for the night. After a couple of minutes of bickering the crowd dispersed back home to stumble into their beds. Lily went home with Morgan to her little house on the edge of the village and got some much needed rest.
The next morning Lily and Morgan ate breakfast together. They laughed about the events of the day before, and then it was time for Lily to go again. Morgan stood by her garden gate as she watched Lily go, a smile on her face but a tear in her eye as she watched her leave. As Lily disappeared over the horizon this bittersweet sadness was replaced with unease. Like a loose tooth Morgan tried to put it out of her mind, afraid what poking at this uneasiness might reveal.
In the early afternoon, Iris Fletcher from the Grey Hare public house stopped around. Morgan brewed them both a cup of tea and they sat across from one another in the dining room.
“Lovely to see Lily,” Morgan said. “even if it was just a flying visit.” Iris nodded absently in agreement.
“An absolute pleasure to see Lily.” Iris said. “... but… did you maybe think there was anything odd about her though?”
Morgan looked puzzled. “Like what?” she asked.
“Like…” Iris hesitated. “Who was she?”
“Lily?” Morgan hesitated. “Well she’s Lily… obviously. You know Lily, right?”
“Right.” Iris agreed. “Obviously I know Lily. It was wonderful to see her… just… I just have the weirdest feeling like I’d never actually met her before.”
Morgan laughed. “Never met her before? But it’s Lily…” Morgan trailed off and neither woman spoke for a couple of minutes. “It’s not as though I’d invite a perfect stranger to stay in my house. It’s not as though the entire village would show up for a big party for someone we’d never met before in our lives… right?” A long desperate pause.
“Of course you’re right.” Iris said resignedly. “Probably just getting old. Don’t know what I was thinking.”
Weapons/Abilities: Everyone knows Lily. Wherever she goes she always finds friendly familiar faces more than happy to share their things and welcome her into their homes.
Description: Lily has a very familiar face. She was long red hair, pale skin with freckles across her nose and emerald green eyes. She usually dresses in plaid jackets and jeans and big brown boots. Lily is kind and easy to talk to. She’s very open and honest. She’s terrible at keeping secrets.
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Colour: #54966A
Biography: It was a bright and shining day and everyone in the village had turned up for the celebration. There was a banner hanging up in the village square that said “Welcome Home Lily” that Nigel and Alan Bradshaw had made. Iris Fletcher from The Gray Hare public house had made a whole platter of sandwiches and of course was providing a glass or two of brandy to all those of drinking age and a nice big jug of ice cold lemonade for the kids. Henry Wedgwood had dragged his old baby grand piano out from his garage and was playing all the old favourites.
The gathered crowd cheered as they saw Lily making her way up the village path, heavy backpack upon her back, her forehead streaked with sweat. Her face broke out into a big wide smile and she hurried up the village path towards the awaiting crowd, throwing her arms around the closest person (Phillipa Shipley from the butchers shop), and she continued to hug everyone, one after another until she ran out of people.
“Tell us all about your travels Lily.” Morgan Hornby continuously implored. After Lily had managed to put her heavy backpack down, take a seat on one of Arthur Black’s battered lawn chairs he’d brought out for the occasion, and take a nice sip of brandy she obliged her.
On a cosmic scale Lily’s adventures were not that interesting or unique. She travelled to meet new people, see new places, see the world. She had some funny stories and she recounted them eagerly, but you really had to have been there. Of course it was always nice to be home, but for Lily home was where she hung her hat and she was of course moving on again in the morning.
Everyone was a little disappointed but nobody was really surprised. They drank more than just the glass or two of brandy that Iris had provided, encouraging her to go and open another barrel when they started to run dry. As the day slowly turned into night Nancy and Miriam Hazelton cooked up a delicious roast chicken meal for everyone, though given the numbers involved most got just a bite or two, whilst Lily eagerly and gratefully devoured a whole plateful. Arthur played all of Lily’s favourites, ending exhaustedly after Scarborough Fair.
As the night wound down Morgan offered Lily to stay the night in her spare bedroom, which prompted the whole crowd to offer their accommodation for the night. After a couple of minutes of bickering the crowd dispersed back home to stumble into their beds. Lily went home with Morgan to her little house on the edge of the village and got some much needed rest.
The next morning Lily and Morgan ate breakfast together. They laughed about the events of the day before, and then it was time for Lily to go again. Morgan stood by her garden gate as she watched Lily go, a smile on her face but a tear in her eye as she watched her leave. As Lily disappeared over the horizon this bittersweet sadness was replaced with unease. Like a loose tooth Morgan tried to put it out of her mind, afraid what poking at this uneasiness might reveal.
In the early afternoon, Iris Fletcher from the Grey Hare public house stopped around. Morgan brewed them both a cup of tea and they sat across from one another in the dining room.
“Lovely to see Lily,” Morgan said. “even if it was just a flying visit.” Iris nodded absently in agreement.
“An absolute pleasure to see Lily.” Iris said. “... but… did you maybe think there was anything odd about her though?”
Morgan looked puzzled. “Like what?” she asked.
“Like…” Iris hesitated. “Who was she?”
“Lily?” Morgan hesitated. “Well she’s Lily… obviously. You know Lily, right?”
“Right.” Iris agreed. “Obviously I know Lily. It was wonderful to see her… just… I just have the weirdest feeling like I’d never actually met her before.”
Morgan laughed. “Never met her before? But it’s Lily…” Morgan trailed off and neither woman spoke for a couple of minutes. “It’s not as though I’d invite a perfect stranger to stay in my house. It’s not as though the entire village would show up for a big party for someone we’d never met before in our lives… right?” A long desperate pause.
“Of course you’re right.” Iris said resignedly. “Probably just getting old. Don’t know what I was thinking.”
Weapons/Abilities: Everyone knows Lily. Wherever she goes she always finds friendly familiar faces more than happy to share their things and welcome her into their homes.
Description: Lily has a very familiar face. She was long red hair, pale skin with freckles across her nose and emerald green eyes. She usually dresses in plaid jackets and jeans and big brown boots. Lily is kind and easy to talk to. She’s very open and honest. She’s terrible at keeping secrets.
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Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You
Hang 'Em High | The Only Hope For Me Is You | Zero Percent | Early Sunsets Over Monroeville | DESTROYA | Demolition Lovers | To The End
Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You