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 Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:28 pm
A pleasant area that is quite expansive with various wrought iron gazebos scattered across a large grassy green field. Each gazebo is surrounded by tall shrubs to provide a deal of privacy to any party that wishes to dine there.
In the front is the tea house, a quaint white cottage with blue shuttered windows where guests chose their tea and instruct the waiters which table they will be dining at.
Yet at the edge of the property near the back is a tall, black and imposing fence that separates the tea gardens from a lonely cemetery so that even when the sun is shining, people rarely sit in the back tables.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:32 pm
Maybe it is because no one else is around but her, but after picking her favorite rose flavored tea Posey went straight to the back of the gardens to sit in a little black gazebo all by herself. She is sullen today, dressed in black and red and crossing her ankles as she sits with her back to the sun so that she can view either the tea house or the cemetery.
Today she will stare at the tombstones and rotting flowers and frown and swirl her tea too quickly and make more noise than acceptable for a young lady of her class. But she does not care because today she is going to be petulant because she can be. (Though, mostly its because her father sent her out alone.)
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:46 pm
Kisha sighed as she walked, hands on her hips. "Such a droll day," she said, accented lightly in Russian. She frowned and reached up to her hair, running a hand through it. She scrunched up her mouth, then sighed loudly as she continued to walk, grumbling to herself in Russian.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:52 pm
Posey clanked her tea cup down once more, turning in her curiosity to see who was speaking. Usually the other patrons kept to themselves and the other gazebos (all of which seemed so far way now that she was really considering it) were full of happily chatting people, but their conversations were indistinct, their words unclear from where she resided.
Her gaze followed the eccentrically dressed girl mumbling to herself, loud enough for Posey to clearly hear her and wonder if she was looking for a place to sit.
"All the gazebos here are taken. I think they're all full today." She said absently to the girl, her voice nonchalant though her words were rather nasty. How dreadful!
"If you can't find a place to sit you may join me if you'd like." Posey tacked on quickly, remembering that politeness often times counted.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 10:04 pm
Kisha paused, looking over and blinking at Posey. She looked over the girl once, then twice, before smiling and speaking again in her accent. "My my, how kind ov you." She took a few steps, not quite sitting as she looked at Posey. "It iz an interezting place, this. To whom am I addressing? My name iz Kisha, it is a pleasure." She bobbed slightly, in a sort of curtsy.
((I'm going to try to type the accent....There we go~? It probably won't be the best, might sound more French than Russian. XD And sometimes I may not remember to.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 9:37 pm
"Oh!" Posey jumped from her seat, the chair clattering against the table as she fell into a formal curtsy she had spent weeks practicing.
"My name is Posey, Posey McGowan. Its a pleasure to meet you." She righted herself and motioned to the opposite chair as she took her own.
"And I must agree that today is very boring!" She added with a very pronounced frown.
((Ha ha, its fine. I will now always remember to give Kisha a pretty Russian accent!))
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 12:31 am
"A pleazure," Kisha said, smiling as she sat. She reached up to remove her bonnet as she continued to speak. "Ah, such dayz come and go." She sighed, pursing her lips.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 12:19 pm
Posey watched for a moment, mesmerized by the dark bonnet. Her father would never allow her to wear something so interesting!
"Maybe for you they do, but they usually last a very long time for me." She replied in her best pouting voice, her eyebrows furrowing slightly for extra effect.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:56 pm
Kisha laughed. "I sleep it away, usually. But today, I think, 'maybe I go out for a walk, and I will find zomething to do.' I seem to have something something entertaining, at least." She smiled, resting her chin in her hand and leaning against the table.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 9:51 pm
Posey paused as Kisha spoke, her hands on her teacup until she finished. She looked down into her rose colored tea for a moment before looking up and tucking some hair behind her ear.
"You have an accent... Are you from somewhere else?" The Underground was rather expansive, but the accents didn't vary too much, not nearly as much as her's.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:30 pm
"Oh, goodness, many places. But, my accent. I have spent many, many years in Russia. Aah, how I miss the cold. It gave me an excuse to have fur." She sighed, dreamily. "Here, my siblings don't like the fur so much. So, I keep mine in Russia."
(*tosses hands in air* BAH, I giving up on accent typing.D:< ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 4:56 pm
Posey scrunched her nose at the mention of fur. The idea that cute little bunnies or fox or even those cute little puff balls that start with something 'c' would be killed? She didn't like the idea at all!
"I don't think I like fur either. But Russia? How did you end up in the Underground?"
((Ha ha, its alright. I know its there. smile Plus you tried!))
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:02 pm
"But it is sooo warm." Kisha chuckled, then grinned. "I have family in the Underground. A great many. My family is...large. Ah, it happens when your family is..." She paused, then shook her head. "Ah, what does it matter. Demons. Very long lived, and your father has many wives." She laughed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:18 pm
"That may be true, but he loves you! As do I. I am willing to tear him apart for your love."she sipped her spider tea.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:13 am
Posey's eyes widened considerably as she scratched her tea cup against its saucer in a terrible impolite noise.
"Demons?!" She managed to screech in a whisper, her figure hunching forward over the table as if it were a great secret. "Are you a demon too? Oh I've never met a demon before this is very exciting! How many siblings do you have? Are they bad? I've heard demons can sometimes be bad!" Her questions came quickly as she was vastly interested in the subject, as well as totally excited to be talking to a real live demon! Her father would never condone of such company and it was such fun to spite him when he had been so rude to throw her out of their home for the day!
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