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 Joseph Raiton Sometimes the blind... Joseph went tp the stairs when he heard Melantha call his name. "What's up? Need something?" He asked curiously as he looked down at her from the stairs to the third floor. ...can see better then others. |
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 Tattered wings and broken bones, Bruised by words and bruised by stones Flying to wherever she can escape, Held together by hope and tape Hiding in fear and hiding in shame, Carrying their judgment and carrying the blame Mel shook her head "I just wasn't sure where you had gone, would you like some water or something to eat? We've been walking all day.." she trailed off as she realised she'd never really cooked for anyone before. She hadn't told Joseph that she didn't know what a Pancake was... She'd been curious but they'd been interupted. Pulled from her freedom and pulled from her sky, Pushed over the edge to see if she could fly Ripped from her happiness and ripped of her wings, Loved by nothing and afraid of everything Pushed further without knowing how to fly, Down falls the wingless angel rejected from her sky |
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Joseph Raiton Sometimes the blind... Joseph smiled and walked down the stairs the rest of the way. "That sounds great." He looked downstairs and saw that Styx was still sniffing around. "Silly wolf." He said. ...can see better then others. |
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Tattered wings and broken bones, Bruised by words and bruised by stones Flying to wherever she can escape, Held together by hope and tape Hiding in fear and hiding in shame, Carrying their judgment and carrying the blame She smiled at him "Okay, what would you like?" she asked "I've got a lot of food, but I probably eat different things then you do..." she said. She started down the stairs to the first level of her house where the kitchen was, knowing that he would follow her. She peeked in on her other guests before continuing to the kitchen. Pulled from her freedom and pulled from her sky, Pushed over the edge to see if she could fly Ripped from her happiness and ripped of her wings, Loved by nothing and afraid of everything Pushed further without knowing how to fly, Down falls the wingless angel rejected from her sky |
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Joseph Raiton Sometimes the blind... Joseph smiled as he followed her downstairs. "Doesn't matter to me. I'm not picky." He said as he gently sat down on the ground. Styx walked over to him and shoved him over. Joseph got back up and the two started to wrestle around on the floor. ...can see better then others. |
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Tattered wings and broken bones, Bruised by words and bruised by stones Flying to wherever she can escape, Held together by hope and tape Hiding in fear and hiding in shame, Carrying their judgment and carrying the blame Mel laughed at the two before her. Well... she thought to herself I suppose I could make the beetles... and perhaps get some of that willow bark... She was uncertain, perhaps she should try and make these 'Pancakes' what were they anyway? Oh well... Maybe I can figure it out another time... He liked the strawberries... maybe I can do something with that? She quickly got out some strawberries and other assorted fruits that she knew tasted good together. Putting them in a wooden bowl along with some fresh mint she placed it on her little wooden table. She'd grown this tree herself, had made it special and hallow, as a result all of her furniture was part of the floors, walls and ceilings. She touched a wall, gently stroking its warm surface. She'd named it Arabassa, and she loved it as much as she loved Nere and Avani. Pulled from her freedom and pulled from her sky, Pushed over the edge to see if she could fly Ripped from her happiness and ripped of her wings, Loved by nothing and afraid of everything Pushed further without knowing how to fly, Down falls the wingless angel rejected from her sky |
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Joseph Raiton Sometimes the blind... Joseph pinned Styx on the ground and Styx nibbled on his arm. Not hard enough to pierce skin but hard enough to hurt a bit. Joseph put his other arm on Styxs' neck so that he couldn't reach and bite him. "So whatcha makin?" Joseph asked curiously as Styx struggled to get free. ...can see better then others. |
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Tattered wings and broken bones, Bruised by words and bruised by stones Flying to wherever she can escape, Held together by hope and tape Hiding in fear and hiding in shame, Carrying their judgment and carrying the blame "Well, I've got some fruit here, but I don't think you'd like beetles... They seem like they'd be to sour for you..." she said "I honestly have no idea what you normally eat... I've only ever seen your food before." It seemed odd but Mel had literally grown up in another world. One of the forest, where she had had to find ways to feed herself on her own. That didn't necessarily mean that all the food tasted good, in fact most of it didn't, but somehow she'd managed to get a balanced diet through the years. Pulled from her freedom and pulled from her sky, Pushed over the edge to see if she could fly Ripped from her happiness and ripped of her wings, Loved by nothing and afraid of everything Pushed further without knowing how to fly, Down falls the wingless angel rejected from her sky |
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Joseph Raiton Sometimes the blind... "Yeah no beetles please." Joseph said with an awkward smile. Styx shove him over and jumped on top of him. Joseph rolled over and pinned Styx again and the cycle restarted itself. ...can see better then others. |
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Minya suddenly looked around, alone. "Damnit Kurama!" She yelled outloud, despite not trying to even speak. Kurama's face was suddenly in the window in that kitchen. Somehow he had gotten outside without Minya knowing. He gently tapped the glass. "I see a rotten grape!" He said, trying to alert them of that.
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Tattered wings and broken bones, Bruised by words and bruised by stones Flying to wherever she can escape, Held together by hope and tape Hiding in fear and hiding in shame, Carrying their judgment and carrying the blame Mel thought for a moment longer before reaching for a head of lettuce. She also grabbed some carrots, tomatos, and some grapes to mix in with it. She put the ingrediants into a bowl before mixing them together to form a salad. She didn't eat meat, a product of living with animals for most of her life. The food she took she grew herself so as not to upset the natural order of things. She jumped when she heard Minya yell, before turning back to what she was doing. She needed some sort of main dish... She could TRY to make something in the oven. She actually had one, and had an idea of how it worked. She even had a cook book.. but she'd never used it before, except for the occasional crumble or pie. Maybe that's what she could make! "Joseph? What's your favorite fruit?" she asked. Pulled from her freedom and pulled from her sky, Pushed over the edge to see if she could fly Ripped from her happiness and ripped of her wings, Loved by nothing and afraid of everything Pushed further without knowing how to fly, Down falls the wingless angel rejected from her sky ((Sorry guys! I've been busy...)) |
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Joseph Raiton Sometimes the blind... Joseph looked up at Melantha as he held Styx down. "I'd have to say apples." He said before turning his attention back to Styx. "Wanna call it a draw?" Styx looked at him then nodded after a while. Joseph stood up then sat down on the couch. Styx jumped up next to him and watched what Melantha was doing. ...can see better then others. |
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Tattered wings and broken bones, Bruised by words and bruised by stones Flying to wherever she can escape, Held together by hope and tape Hiding in fear and hiding in shame, Carrying their judgment and carrying the blame Mel smiled and petted Styx once before returning to cooking. She got out some apples, and stared to slice them, they were green and slightly sour, but they would go perfectly in what she wanted. She started to make the crust, as well as the top crumble. Once she was done, she put it in the oven for a little while. "We'll just let that cook, and once its done we'll eat." She said, before kissing Styx on the top of the head. Pulled from her freedom and pulled from her sky, Pushed over the edge to see if she could fly Ripped from her happiness and ripped of her wings, Loved by nothing and afraid of everything Pushed further without knowing how to fly, Down falls the wingless angel rejected from her sky |
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Joseph Raiton Sometimes the blind... Styx laid his head down on the couch after Melantha kissed him on the head. Joseph laughed at Styx as he did this. He pet Styx on the head and smiled before he looked at Melantha. "I bet that's gonna taste great." He said as he nodded towards the oven. ...can see better then others. |
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Tattered wings and broken bones, Bruised by words and bruised by stones Flying to wherever she can escape, Held together by hope and tape Hiding in fear and hiding in shame, Carrying their judgment and carrying the blame Mel smiled "I certainly hope so, I don't cook very often, but it normally turns out okay." she said. She sat next to Joseph on the couch. She wasn't sure where her other two guests had gone, but she was fairly confident that they hadn't caused to much trouble. She smiled at him sweetly. Pulled from her freedom and pulled from her sky, Pushed over the edge to see if she could fly Ripped from her happiness and ripped of her wings, Loved by nothing and afraid of everything Pushed further without knowing how to fly, Down falls the wingless angel rejected from her sky |
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