ikissdhimbck: (Kate Young and tough Full of fire)
Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow ([personal profile] ikissdhimbck) wrote2013-10-14 07:42 pm

OOM: don't let your daughters grow up to be cowgirls...

[Sometime after this...]


Sure, so there's nothing suggesting foul play about this strange place. But Kate still don't like it, and after the scouting mission she went on with her new friend, they found it was far more horrible than they could have imagined. A kitchen, truly vast, filled with so much food — and sweets. An icebox full of fruit and jams and jellies, cakes, pies, and ice cream. More food than a thousand people could eat in a thousand days! Natasha and Katherine knew what they had to do.

"Listen up!"

(They had their tea, weighed their options, and drew their maps and plans in detail. X's marked the places where the food and drinks were kept, question marks swirled over the Magical Bar, and dashes detailed an escape route out the back door toward the forest. Nobody would ever catch them, and there were more than enough other children to pull it off. They just had to convince them their mission was just.)

"The plan is simple. While the adults ain't looking, we clear out the cupboards. Nobody knows who's in charge here; ain't none of us have seen our mamas an' papas. Ain't you tired of not knowin' what's goin' on? Of havin' to ask? Of adults tellin' us no sweets 'cuz they'll rot our teeth? We just want our fair share, an' we want it for every one of us! Why do they get t'keep it all locked up?"

She nods to Natasha.
gavin62truck: (tiny Tommy)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2013-10-18 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Mrrrgh!"

Tommy didn't say anything in particular, that was just an angry grunt.

He gets up, his hands tied behind his back. If only he could spit that damn towel out, he could yell for help. Then again, the girls might dump melted ice cream down his pants.

With no other choice, and growling and grumbling all the way, he follows the girls as they drag him along.
queenofmay: (Young Marian)

[personal profile] queenofmay 2013-10-18 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Dixie goes running at the sametime as two voices, of older people start shouting, and nearly everything breaks into flurry of chaos. Girls running for their pilfered items and some of them still on top of the boy. Enough that they don't need her for that. They're on top of him, and he's tied up, being pulled up.

Marian dashes back for her pies, loading up her arms with carefully stacked pastry topped metal tins, arguing with balance when she should put down her makeshift sword but she doesn't want to. It'll be cumbersome, but she's keeping it all. Hugging the pies and ladle to her and dashing for the door, dedicated to making it through the mele without getting snagged by an adult.