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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:22 pm
(This is an RP for a concept child, Ari. Definitely join in!)
As her wet feet hit the pavement an onomatopoeic slush rose. Droplets of moisture ran down her face, and her dreads hit her back with every step. Ari grinned a crooked, full toothed smile. Mischief ran through her veins as she tucked between the trees. Her gangly blue limbs flew as she ran, darting from one side of the sidewalk to the other.
'No Swimming in the Durem Fountain'. She found herself giggling. She could swim in the Durem Fountain. If she could run faster than they could, she definitely could swim in the Durem Fountain. It was a decently warm day, and Ari was all giggles and smiles. She had gotten ten gold today, and she went on an adventure, first to a local shop in Barton, which boasted the best popsicles she had ever tasted. Continuing down the sidewalk, she set her path towards a field up ahead.
If anything fueled her fire, it was being in the warm spring sunlight. Flowers had not yet bloomed, and the trees were only beginning to sprout some questionable yellow leaves, but after a snowy winter this was definitely good enough for her. She sprawled out in the grass, digging her fingers into the earth. The clouds painted pictures in the sky, scenes that morphed into new creations when the wind blew.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 6:04 pm
In the months that Gregory had been with Oliver, he had successfully ruined every single date the man had been able to schedule.
It wasn't that Gregory was naughty, but he was mischievous, and when a little boy who spoke in Shakespearean English was asking 'Wherefore art thou mashing thy lips together?" it tended to unnerve most young women of the sort who would have a one night stand with Oliver. Oliver was slowly being beaten down to size, not to mention scolded for not practicing courtly love.
The bottom line was that Oliver Jones was quite a strongminded character, but his mind was not strong enough to face down Gregory. Thus, defeated for the month of February after the Valentines' Singles Mixer fiasco, he had given Gregory his allowance and told him to leave him in peace for the day so he could go whimper. Gregory was happy to oblige, and air-fenced against invisible enemies as he went to the best shop to grab ice cream in Barton.
"Hark, knave that thou art! Taste mine righteous blade!" he excalimed as he made his way over. Pushing himself in the door, he put away his invisible foil and swept a bow to everyone inside. "Good day, mine fellow patrons." he said solemnly, and then, with more childish excitement, "Soft! Ice cream!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 6:18 pm
Ari was a ball of fire- warm, energetic, contagious and potentially dangerous. Her smile showcased two rows of sharp teeth, small and white. She found herself fascinated by the simplest things, and today those things were named Long and Short (for physical characteristics). By wriggling in the wet grass, Ari had managed to find herself two 'lovely' friends (lovely depending on who you ask.) She pulled herself up to her feet and carried her friends in the air, wrapped around her pointer fingers.
The innocence of youth is wonderful. There are hardly any women alive who would be perfectly fine with walking barefoot outside with muddy hands and earthworms coiled around their fingers like rings. Ari, however, could think of no better way to spend her afternoon. Carefully to not drop her new friends, she walked down the sidewalk once again through the trees.
As she walked, she made up a quite loud song in a questionable tune,
"the grass is good and the trees is good
and my feet is good and so is wood~"
stopping occasionally to make sure that Long and Short were doing alright.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 6:39 pm
Ari didn't know it, but Gregory was on a collision course right at her. Ice cream purchased, he had leapt right into battle with his invisible nemesis.
"Halt, thou vagrant..."
Closer. He was fencing with his popsicle stick now, totally absorbed in the duel.
"Thou art a fiend most foulle!" His feet danced back and forth on the pavement, and finally, his imaginary enemy made a break for it. Gasping, Gregory gave chase. With one deft move, he leapt into the air to tackle the dastard to the ground.
It was at that moment that he saw Ari, and not only saw her, but saw that he was rapidly approaching her. He thought a word that he had heard from Oliver. This word was 'Damn'.
Out loud, he called "Fair maid, hasten away!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 6:50 pm
"...and you're a good worm and I love you becau-" and at that moment Ari found her feet just about above her head and her back on the ground. She never finished her conversation with her little friends who flew off her fingers as she fell to the ground. She was shocked! What had just happened? Did the moon blow up? Was there an angry giant jumping on the other side of the road? Did shadow monsters pull her backwards to watch her fall? She reached backwards and pushed herself into a sitting position. There was a boy across from her looking like he might be equally as shaken, though it was possibly a result of how shaky her vision still was. She grabbed the inside of her mouth with one hand and used the other three to pull herself to her feet.
"Good job bumcake." She made her absolutely angriest face at the young jouster, but she could only hold it for a second before she broke into giggles. She rocked back and forth from the tips of her toes to her heels. Two arms flew to her hips as she looked around for Short and Long, the missing-in-action victims of this horrendous crash.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 7:11 pm
The young jouster in question frowned at being called a bumcake and pointed to himself dramatically. "I am no bumcake, I am a fencer most legendary and noble! Thou may'st call me Gregory." Scrambling to his feet, he swept her a bow, but a rather hasty one. (She had called him a bumcake, after all.) Upon closer examination, this maid had rather a lot of limbs, and was furthermore ignoring him to do something else now that the incident was over.
Unacceptable! Nothing was more interesting than Gregory Jones!
"Wherefore do you search the ground, miss? Mayhap I may assist you in what you seeke?" he queried, sheathing his invisible foil once more.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 7:27 pm
She turned her attention to the young knight-in-training..
"You," she started, speaking carefully "Are not a graceful army sword fence guy." She returned her attention to the pavement, bending down onto her knees to scout the cracks in the ground. She could tell that he would be less then thrilled to get down on his knees in the dirt and have a miniature search party for worms. Pausing her friend-tracking journey brought on by the eventful crash, she racked her brain for rhyming words.
'bad, ad, cad, dad, fad...', she thought,
"you did bad
im almost mad
cause you lost my friend
now you should lend
your looking eyes
for these little guys"
This took a decent amount of time to say while she made up the words that expressed what she needed to get out. Making up rhyming ditties was one of Ari's favorite things, even if they were often less than fantastic. She glanced back up at Gregory and offered a half smile, hoping that it would entice him to help her out. After all this was obviously his fault. Obviously, she was nothing but innocent and wonderful and she radiated greatness and the sun probably shone out of her a** (in her opinion, anyways).
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 11:29 pm
"Verily, for that would mean I did but purvey swords to men of military action," replied Gregory, somewhat nonplussed. "I am not a swordmongering merchant, nay, I am a man of action!" Clearly, something was being lost in translation. Gregory spoke fluent Shakespearean English, and Ari spoke fluent Confusing.
He was a bit better with rhyme, and proclaimed "THou art no Bard, to be sure, but I shall assist thee since thou art a lady. What doth thy friend resemble?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 11:41 pm
"Well," started Ari, "They look like this, and this." Her hand gestures were about as descriptive as her words, as she tried to make out the general shape of her friends, but ended up making more of a box shape. "And they're pink and.."
Looking down, Ari spotted an earthwork wriggling through the grass. She jumped at it quickly, digging her fingers into the dirt and pulling it up with a handful of dirt and wet grass.
"Only this is too short to be Long, and too long to be Short only maybe it is Medium and I will call him that."
With that, the cocky grin smeared across her face and she stuck out a dirty hand.
"I AM ARI."
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