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wildfireblossomTitle: Darrien in Mineral Town
Fandom: Harvest Moon
Rating: PG
Character(s): Darrien Powell
Word Count: 1,482 words
Summary: Despite its shabby exterior, Darrien is glad to see his new residence.
Notes: RP introduction for my character Darrien at the outskirts of Mineral Town. Really like how it turned out. I better considering how much pain and suffering I went through to finish. Not only that, but the writing block issues were terrible. Mr. Donovan and the plot idea of my character inheriting the farm and such things was originally thought of by the partner I started with, Caro. The rest I wrote here is mine.
Mineral Town. The name appeared ordinary and common for a farm-based community, yet suggested a distant and mysterious atmosphere. At least, "mysterious" was the term someone from a foreign region by hundreds of miles would declare.
While the residents of Mineral Town quietly beat the heat by staying reserved within their ranch-style houses after chores, an estranged visitor wandered the outskirts of the town with piqued interest. The confidence he carried was evident in each step he walked, hindered only by his ill-tolerance to the warmth in the crisp, rural outdoors air. The youth was certain his arrival may spark the townsfolk with unrestrained suspicion if his presence was noticed like small-type towns were infamous for, but so far, all his apprehension rested in locating a farm which supposedly had belonged to one his deceased relatives. A farm seemed too trivial of a reason to travel such an extended distance, but an odd spurt of enthusiasm had gripped him and fiercely prodded to explore this unknown relative's land. Without chance and curiosity as guides, the young man in a million years would have never believed this to his future destination. However, one insignificant reason had prompted him in the direction of this unfamiliar Mineral Town; the curvy handwritten words upon an old will.
This whole journey had been motioned into life with the delivery of a notice and will to Darrien Powell's family. The notice had stated a man named Mr. Donovan recently suffered a death and the will granted his leftover farm to someone who was intended to inherit such valuables. Darrien was clueless regarding the identity of his late relative's identity, and the rest of his kin promptly denied prior knowledge to the old man's existence. The elders, as pitiful as it regretfully sounded, had seemed just as baffled about who this stray man could have been; they truthfully were uncertain as to why they would receive information about someone unknown to them. It made absolutely no shred of sense. To Darrien, the reactions his family exhibited ultimately became disgusting when he realized none of them actually gave any thought to this strange Mr. Donovan. Their confused faces and blank eyes told of their uncanny distaste to be burdened with the abstract idea of someone who dared leave the area his family resided in. This alone could have stood as the main part of Darrien's desire towards the deserted farm in order to collect data. Everyone stated it was quite a farfetched journey, but he ignored those snide comments.
Granted, the length in distance from his native land to Mineral Town had been a harsh obstacle. For a few weeks Darrien was subjected to board enormous boats and various land transportations, and sometimes he was hopelessly lost amongst the magnificent city and farmland areas he passed by. But eventually the maps he hauled around saved him from too much agony and easily assisted him to where he finally was now - at the edge of Mineral Town, absorbing all of the farm structures before him. The sites seemed simplistic on the outside, but the atmosphere was a serious change in pace. The gentle bubbling of the salty water at the dock and the smell of delicious, ripe crops in the air nearly overpowered his senses. It was a calm place, a town which immediately captured an impressed Darrien on-site. Regardless of Darrien's lack in trivia to the town being absolute zero for its inhabitants or the town's ways of life, Mineral Town was beyond captivating, unlike the past locations he visited on the quest here.
The troublesome travel happened to be only half the reason for his prolonged hardships, however. After someone comprehended Darrien's predicament with the weather temperatures, they would fully understand why the warmth in the current summer air was so daunting to him. All of his life Darrien lived in the sheltered snow-capped mountains in the North, a place where the snow daily whistled and the threat of blizzards was perfectly normal. None of the hot, sticky sensations he currently was exposed to in Mineral Town existed in that land; it was frozen wonderland at every hour, every year. Farming was obviously uncommon because of those cold conditions and scarcity of fertile soil, so it was mainstream for food supplies to be shipped in and rationed out. His family lived in the same region for their entire lives, and leaving was deeply frowned upon. Darrien even suspected this to be the reason his family was so relucant to care about old Mr. Donovan.
With so minor experience for the situations ahead, Darrien had been dumbfounded for a suitable attire to choose. When the male had retired from his village all he was able to bring along were thick garments fashioned out of wool and fur, but along the journey he had randomly traded those items for an appropriate farmer's attire. He currently wore those clothes, and plain and simply all they turned out to be were of the well-padded casual and summer variety. They were rather cheap and unworthy of much mention, but Darrien could barely argue with the logic they were needed for this environment. He still was not quite used to them yet - the clothes were even oversized on his slimmer frame - but they appeared to be somewhat appealing to him. A yellow straw hat snuggly covered the black locks of hair upon his head to block the sun, also keeping the strands of rough hair to fall into his brown eyes.
None of this picked-up experience helped in the heat, though. On the sandy dirt path Darrien slowly paced along now, the soles of his black boots unsteadily clanked in the wake of his discomfort. Though he did not notice it, his face thoroughly was red and weary with sweat, Darrien half-appearing ready to collapse as he painfully trudged with all his strength. It was true his throat was completely parched in thirst and he could barely stand on his own two feet, but he was still on the move. Darrien absentmindedly rubbed his hands together in frustration, the radiant yellow sunlight still pounding down on his head and pale skin. It was true he was straining himself too much on purpose when his frame was far too frail for such labor as this, his heavy puffs of breath proved that logic, but he would never admit it. His tracking skills were paying-off, at least; he did not have to succumb to ask one of the townsfolk about the house. He was too shy to ask about such matters anyways, and he could properly do this himself. By this point he was approaching the southern edge of the town where a forest was stationed and the farmhouse was supposed to be located - that is what he at least remembered from the map safety tucked away in his pocket. The moment was finally arriving, making the blood in his viens rush faster as anticipation builded in earnest.
Eventually, Darrien reached his destination. As he made the last bend around a side road the male halted and stared at the empty farmhouse off in the distance, briefly bewildered by the condition of the farm. Darrien had previously speculated it would be in a condition this awful, but viewing the place in person was an entirely different beast. Darrien's first impressions of the run-down farm were a combination of anxiety and fascination. The house and grass, as crowded with weeds and overgrowth as it was, totally engrossed him with no time spared. Such a farm appeared as though it once held a stable spot in the security of the town, and the idea of it all was completely new and fresh.
The main house was easy to recognize, but was that a barn and shed he also noticed? There was no use for them back at home since livestock would without a doubt perish in the frozen snow-packed land, so those places alone would be interesting to investigate. Could this farm's past glory be revoked, if there had been any? No one in Mineral Town could have visited it for a while because of the state it was in. For a moment, Darrien somewhat doubted the residents actually cared about reselling the land, though there was no basis for such a thought. It was an off-the-mark assumption, but it was his own belief out of his own pretenses. Regardless, Darrien caught his breath with a gasp and slowly walked in the direction of the farm's first field. His boots crunched over long strands of leafy weeds as he cautiously set his sights on the rest of the land to see what other gems of interest could be found. If Darrien could walk for hours and not drop dead from heat exhaustion, he could certainly venture Mr. Donovan's old farm before he went to town to buy more supplies.
Fandom: Harvest Moon
Rating: PG
Character(s): Darrien Powell
Word Count: 1,482 words
Summary: Despite its shabby exterior, Darrien is glad to see his new residence.
Notes: RP introduction for my character Darrien at the outskirts of Mineral Town. Really like how it turned out. I better considering how much pain and suffering I went through to finish. Not only that, but the writing block issues were terrible. Mr. Donovan and the plot idea of my character inheriting the farm and such things was originally thought of by the partner I started with, Caro. The rest I wrote here is mine.
Mineral Town. The name appeared ordinary and common for a farm-based community, yet suggested a distant and mysterious atmosphere. At least, "mysterious" was the term someone from a foreign region by hundreds of miles would declare.
While the residents of Mineral Town quietly beat the heat by staying reserved within their ranch-style houses after chores, an estranged visitor wandered the outskirts of the town with piqued interest. The confidence he carried was evident in each step he walked, hindered only by his ill-tolerance to the warmth in the crisp, rural outdoors air. The youth was certain his arrival may spark the townsfolk with unrestrained suspicion if his presence was noticed like small-type towns were infamous for, but so far, all his apprehension rested in locating a farm which supposedly had belonged to one his deceased relatives. A farm seemed too trivial of a reason to travel such an extended distance, but an odd spurt of enthusiasm had gripped him and fiercely prodded to explore this unknown relative's land. Without chance and curiosity as guides, the young man in a million years would have never believed this to his future destination. However, one insignificant reason had prompted him in the direction of this unfamiliar Mineral Town; the curvy handwritten words upon an old will.
This whole journey had been motioned into life with the delivery of a notice and will to Darrien Powell's family. The notice had stated a man named Mr. Donovan recently suffered a death and the will granted his leftover farm to someone who was intended to inherit such valuables. Darrien was clueless regarding the identity of his late relative's identity, and the rest of his kin promptly denied prior knowledge to the old man's existence. The elders, as pitiful as it regretfully sounded, had seemed just as baffled about who this stray man could have been; they truthfully were uncertain as to why they would receive information about someone unknown to them. It made absolutely no shred of sense. To Darrien, the reactions his family exhibited ultimately became disgusting when he realized none of them actually gave any thought to this strange Mr. Donovan. Their confused faces and blank eyes told of their uncanny distaste to be burdened with the abstract idea of someone who dared leave the area his family resided in. This alone could have stood as the main part of Darrien's desire towards the deserted farm in order to collect data. Everyone stated it was quite a farfetched journey, but he ignored those snide comments.
Granted, the length in distance from his native land to Mineral Town had been a harsh obstacle. For a few weeks Darrien was subjected to board enormous boats and various land transportations, and sometimes he was hopelessly lost amongst the magnificent city and farmland areas he passed by. But eventually the maps he hauled around saved him from too much agony and easily assisted him to where he finally was now - at the edge of Mineral Town, absorbing all of the farm structures before him. The sites seemed simplistic on the outside, but the atmosphere was a serious change in pace. The gentle bubbling of the salty water at the dock and the smell of delicious, ripe crops in the air nearly overpowered his senses. It was a calm place, a town which immediately captured an impressed Darrien on-site. Regardless of Darrien's lack in trivia to the town being absolute zero for its inhabitants or the town's ways of life, Mineral Town was beyond captivating, unlike the past locations he visited on the quest here.
The troublesome travel happened to be only half the reason for his prolonged hardships, however. After someone comprehended Darrien's predicament with the weather temperatures, they would fully understand why the warmth in the current summer air was so daunting to him. All of his life Darrien lived in the sheltered snow-capped mountains in the North, a place where the snow daily whistled and the threat of blizzards was perfectly normal. None of the hot, sticky sensations he currently was exposed to in Mineral Town existed in that land; it was frozen wonderland at every hour, every year. Farming was obviously uncommon because of those cold conditions and scarcity of fertile soil, so it was mainstream for food supplies to be shipped in and rationed out. His family lived in the same region for their entire lives, and leaving was deeply frowned upon. Darrien even suspected this to be the reason his family was so relucant to care about old Mr. Donovan.
With so minor experience for the situations ahead, Darrien had been dumbfounded for a suitable attire to choose. When the male had retired from his village all he was able to bring along were thick garments fashioned out of wool and fur, but along the journey he had randomly traded those items for an appropriate farmer's attire. He currently wore those clothes, and plain and simply all they turned out to be were of the well-padded casual and summer variety. They were rather cheap and unworthy of much mention, but Darrien could barely argue with the logic they were needed for this environment. He still was not quite used to them yet - the clothes were even oversized on his slimmer frame - but they appeared to be somewhat appealing to him. A yellow straw hat snuggly covered the black locks of hair upon his head to block the sun, also keeping the strands of rough hair to fall into his brown eyes.
None of this picked-up experience helped in the heat, though. On the sandy dirt path Darrien slowly paced along now, the soles of his black boots unsteadily clanked in the wake of his discomfort. Though he did not notice it, his face thoroughly was red and weary with sweat, Darrien half-appearing ready to collapse as he painfully trudged with all his strength. It was true his throat was completely parched in thirst and he could barely stand on his own two feet, but he was still on the move. Darrien absentmindedly rubbed his hands together in frustration, the radiant yellow sunlight still pounding down on his head and pale skin. It was true he was straining himself too much on purpose when his frame was far too frail for such labor as this, his heavy puffs of breath proved that logic, but he would never admit it. His tracking skills were paying-off, at least; he did not have to succumb to ask one of the townsfolk about the house. He was too shy to ask about such matters anyways, and he could properly do this himself. By this point he was approaching the southern edge of the town where a forest was stationed and the farmhouse was supposed to be located - that is what he at least remembered from the map safety tucked away in his pocket. The moment was finally arriving, making the blood in his viens rush faster as anticipation builded in earnest.
Eventually, Darrien reached his destination. As he made the last bend around a side road the male halted and stared at the empty farmhouse off in the distance, briefly bewildered by the condition of the farm. Darrien had previously speculated it would be in a condition this awful, but viewing the place in person was an entirely different beast. Darrien's first impressions of the run-down farm were a combination of anxiety and fascination. The house and grass, as crowded with weeds and overgrowth as it was, totally engrossed him with no time spared. Such a farm appeared as though it once held a stable spot in the security of the town, and the idea of it all was completely new and fresh.
The main house was easy to recognize, but was that a barn and shed he also noticed? There was no use for them back at home since livestock would without a doubt perish in the frozen snow-packed land, so those places alone would be interesting to investigate. Could this farm's past glory be revoked, if there had been any? No one in Mineral Town could have visited it for a while because of the state it was in. For a moment, Darrien somewhat doubted the residents actually cared about reselling the land, though there was no basis for such a thought. It was an off-the-mark assumption, but it was his own belief out of his own pretenses. Regardless, Darrien caught his breath with a gasp and slowly walked in the direction of the farm's first field. His boots crunched over long strands of leafy weeds as he cautiously set his sights on the rest of the land to see what other gems of interest could be found. If Darrien could walk for hours and not drop dead from heat exhaustion, he could certainly venture Mr. Donovan's old farm before he went to town to buy more supplies.
