forum The Vault (Closed)

Started February 28, 2019 by @Anonymoose

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Mallory arrived at work and began dressing her wounds. They stung so she bit her lip.

(Sorry that I haven't been on lately!)
Groaning, Jules streches his arms above his head wishing that he had chose not to of stayed up past 2 in the morning. Looking towards his alarm clock wondering how long he had until work. Only to see that it was almost 3 in the afternoon. "SHOOT!"

(Jules is already so relatable omg)

Finn glared at the cloaked figure, and with a threatening tap on his guitar, sent the person running. He didn’t give chase. It wasn’t worth expelling that much energy for. A thief would continue to steal if they had to. Beating them up wouldn’t help anyone. Plus Finn couldn’t pay for a trip to the hospital. Any wounds could get infected, and that would be the end of him.

Tristan cleaned up the mess and recovered as much as he could of the supplies, which was 5 feathers and 12 strawberries. Everything else was ruined. He packed the feathers into a small box that had a couple other feathers in it and put the strawberries in a large jar which was half full. Resources keep getting harder to find so whatever was retrieved helped. He stared at the loaf of bread, “It’s not fair she had to give up her food for me,” He thought aloud and turned back to the jar filled with berries, “Aha! I know, I’ll make her some homemade jam!” He found a smaller jar and a couple sugar packets, pulled out a good amount of berries and started to make the jam.

Mallory finally got off work. All she wanted to do was go home and finally catch up on her sleep. She hadn’t slept well since…the incident. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ears. “Let’s hope my parents aren’t home yet.” She sighed. She still held a grudge against her parents and wanted nothing to do with them.

When Tristan has finally finished the jam he put the lid on and found a bit of ribbon to tie around the lid to make it look nicer. Then he carefully put it in his bag with some padding so it didn’t break or spill and ran along the streets looking for the girl. Eventually he spotted her not too far from the cafe, “Hello, Miss!” He said cheerfully, taking the bag off his back

“Oh! Hello.” She said.

“I wanted to repay you for giving me that bread,” He chirped dogging the jar out of his bag, “So I made you some jam!” He held it out to her.

Mallory looked at the jam for 30 seconds. “O-oh, t-thank you,” She took the jam from him. Mallory has never received anything from anyone so this shocked her. She gave him a small, warm smile. She didn’t smile often so she felt nervous after she did.

“You’re welcome!” He exclaimed, smiling widely, “I, um, I don’t think I caught your name. What is it?”

“My names Mallory.” She said examining the jam. It looked like strawberry jam.

“What’s yours?” She asked meeting his eyes

“Tristan!” He smiled and glanced at the jam, “It’s strawberry jam, by the way.”

“That’s a cute name.” She said austounded that he had guessed what she was thinking.

“Oh thank you,”. He paused, “I like your name too. Where do live?” He pondered, growing curious

“I-I live in a small cottage around the outskirts of town.” She hesitated to say something else but decided to keep her mouth shut.

“What about you? Where do you live?” She asked trying to change the subject to him.

He smiled guiltily, “I live in a tree house on the edge of the gate…”

Mallory's face turned sad. "Well…do you…wanna come stay with me?" she asked. She knew didn't care if her parents disapproved, they owe a favor to the life of a small child anyways. She would make sure they didn't forget that.

“Oh no, my place is fine! I like it there. Nice and quiet.” He smiled

"Then how about you come over to eat, ok?" she asked wanting to pay back the child for bringing her the jam.

“Hm, okay. I do want to go home before it gets dark though, don’t want those raccoons getting into my stuff. I’ll fight them if I have too. I’ve grown used to doing that.” He grinned

Mallory gave a small giggle and lead him to her place. "I should make him some pot roast, that's always good," she thought to herself.

Tristan skipped behind her, at points struggling to keep up because of his short legs
(His lil leggies)

(Awwww his lil leggies) Mallory noticed and slowed down for him. "I'm sorry," she said sheepishly.