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 Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 7:40 pm
The past few days had been swamped with rain, so when there was the least little bit of sunlit Fayth burst out to go into the backyard. Grandma Wendy was watching her, and thankfully the woman could see her clearly through the windows indoors so she too didn't have to go out in the muck.
Fayth was just happy it wasn't so hot anymore! Wearing her luvdisc rain boots, she tromped around the yard and happily jumped into the puddles. Her grandmother would be upset with her later, seeing as she was covered in muck, but Fayth cared little about all that. It felt awesome. Being cooped up had made the child stir crazy! And now - Oh! Now she had to check on her tree house!
Sticking her tongue out, Fayth took to climbing the rope ladder into the tree. It was a shady little tree house; four walls, a solid floor and a good roof. Beyond that it was down to it's bare bones. She kept a bean bag chair in it, though, and a blanket for late night explorations. Hopefully they hadn't been rained out!
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 8:05 pm
The coming of the rain had marked the leaving of her shelter. Isabela had put together what she had considered a nice construction of cardboard boxes on the edge of the woods. It was cozy, cool, and convenient. However, it didn't last long against the torrential rain storm.
Abandoning the disintegrating shelter, the girl had quickly run around in search of a new place to sleep. While she loved the rain, the storms were much more easily handled when under the water. Here on land, she needed a shelter. What she'd found was delightful. It was high off the ground, easy to get into, the roof didn't leak, and even had a blanket and some sort of nest she could curl up in!
It was so cozy, Isabela didn't wake when the sun peeked through the clouds, when the splashing and stomping started up outside, nor when the ladder subtly creaked under the climber's weight.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 9:22 am
A little tan hand pushed open the floor hatch with all the subtly of a child; which meant very little, as it were. Were it not for the handle on Fayth's side of the hatch door she might have allowed it to slam on the floor. As it stood she just opened it as she climbed up, one hand on the door and the other on the floor to pull herself up.
That is, until she was half-way into the tree house and found an intruder! Squeaking she back down the ladder, hunkering under the latch while she watched the stranger. Fayth couldn't see much; just a lump hidden under her blanket, but it was enough to scare her. What was she supposed to do?! Papa was gone, and Grandma Wendy might be scared too! Auntie and Uncle were too far away....so it was up to Fayth!
She let the latch fall back, with the only noises being her weight on the ladder once more. In a few moments she had returned with a marshmallow gun pointed straight at Isabela, bag of ammo held between her and the tree.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 4:32 pm
The squeaks of the door and the girl made Isabela stir, but not wake quite yet. It had been a while since she'd had such a comfy place to sleep. Even as she began to register the light through her closed eyelids, she frowned and blinked a couple times. Huffing, she turned to bury her face into the beanbag she was curled up on.
All at once, she jumped up like the bag was on fire, spinning to face the person she'd belatedly registered hovering over her. She clutched the blanket to herself, eyes wide as she tried to get her mind out of the fog of sleep and suddenly waking. It.. was a girl. Looking around, she sighed with relief. Just the girl. "This yer place?" she asked, her smile coming up despite the other child's clearly defensive state. "It's pretty cool."
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 12:53 pm
Fayth held onto her marshmallow shooter as if it were a truly loaded firearm. Though not deadly in the least, it was loaded and she was ready to shoot if the intruder proved aggressive. Her face was a determined mask of force, barely covering her initial fear of the unknown stranger. To her credit her hands didn't shake.
"Yeah, it's my tree fort." She switched from a two handed hold to a one handed version, the other keen on grabbing some marshmallows. Instead of popping them into the 'chamber', she tossed them in her mouth instead. "What're you doin' here, anyway? Don't try anything funny, neither, or I'll shoot." It all came out muffled, since she was talking around a mouthful of gooey goodness.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 7:22 pm
Isabela blinked a couple times, watching the marshmallows steadily fill the other's mouth. She cocked her head to look at what was being pointed at her. "What's that?" She asked, taking a step forward while completely avoiding the question posed to her. Well, avoiding what she did understand, and ignoring what was too muffled to understand. "And what're ya eatin'? I'm hungry. Can I have 'em, too?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:04 am
"It's called a gun. Aint'cha seen one before?" It may have been the least threatening weapon in their household, but Fayth was certain it would do the trick. After all, when her daddy was shot with it, he got hurt! Sometimes he even fell down.
In truth, Fayth had forgotten her own question when the stranger stepped closer. She should have been more afraid than she was, but all of her wariness had already long sense gone. Most, if not all, that was left was bluster. "They're called marshmallows, and sure. You can have some so long as you promise not to rob me." Otherwise she would have to get Wendy and she would call daddy. They didn't want that. Fayth kept the gun pointed at Isabela, but held out the bag.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 1:43 pm
Isabela shook her head side to side. "Ain't never before," she said, reaching to poke at the tip with a finger. "Gun and marshmallows... Promises, promises..." She reached into the bag and helped herself to a handful of the soft treats. Popping a couple, she chewed a few times before perking up with a smile. "Yum!" She stuffed the rest of what was in her hand into her mouth, quite pleased with the discovery. They were all white like she was, and super yummy!
Reaching for another handful, she turned her attention to the gun. "So, what's that fer?" she asked, pointing to the contraption with her free hand.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 10:26 am
"Hey, hey, don't touch the tip! That's dangerous." Fayth turned her gun so that the barrel pointed to the ceiling. Even if it was a toy, she held it like it an expert. "The gun? It's for shooting bad guys. This one just shoots marshmallows, but my daddy has lots that have bullets. Here, watch."
Fayth moved over to the window and took up her practiced stance. With both hands on the trigger, one eye shut to aim, and her tongue stuck out the child aimed as best she could before blowing into the marshmallow gun. A few of the little white bullets flew out. Most hit the ground because it lacked the power to make it further, but one hit a patio chair. "Wanna try?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 3:06 pm
Isabela giggled at the warning, but pulled her hand back as requested. Leaning over to watch the demonstration, her eyes lit up with awe and delight. That was so cool! It didn't really look dangerous, but definitely cool!
The offer to let her try it was icing on the cake. "Yeah!" she squeaked, barely keeping herself from simply grabbing the thing. She didn't want to be told off again, now that she could actually hold it!
Thinking back on how she'd seen it done, Isabela raised the toy, stunk her tongue out just as she'd seen, aimed, and fired. As the marshmallows popped out one by one, she gave a squeak of delight. "This here's fun! You said yer daddy has better uns?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 8:18 am
Fayth thought she was going to be run over! She leaned her head back, eyes wide, but finally adjusting to that level of excitement. The hybrid might have been on that level herself, but it was something else to see it in another. She handed the 'weapon' off to the monochromatic girl, and stood off to the side so she could line up her shot. Crimson eyes watched with interest before jumping up with her fists in the air and a whoop of excitement. "I know, right?! I love to shoot my gun! It's so cool."
Nodding, she sat down and leaned against the side of her tree house. Fayth propped her elbow up on the low window sill and practically leaned her torso out onto it. "Yeah, but they're inside in a safe. Or the gun cabinet; depends on which ones he needs, I guess." She shrugged. Those were the kinds of things she wasn't allowed to touch unless her papa was home and they were unloaded.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 5:51 pm
Isabela shot off another round of marshmallows, and sighed to herself. This was a fun device... She wanted one. "Where'dya get it? Or got one I can have?" Still, she was intrigued by the secret guns kept away. Maybe they shot harder things, like beans or stones. ...That would be awesome! "I guess ya dunno how ta get ta yer daddy's fancy guns?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 12:11 pm
"Grandma Wendy bought it for me." She said with a little pout. This girl wanted to take it? But it was hers! But...if she didn't have one..."If you really don't have one you can have it." Fayth really wanted to keep it for herself, but being stingy was wrong. Papa wouldn't be happy if she didn't share. Though, at the talk of her Papa's guns, she puffed up, "Ya huh! I do too know how ta get to my daddy's fancy guns. I'm just not supposed to that's all."
Isabela's eyes lit up. The girl was willing to give her the gun? Lips pursing, she looked at the gun, and then back at the girl. "What's yer catch?" she asked suspiciously. Nothing was ever just given!
And then the girl said the magic words. A bright, mischievous grin rose, and she wiggled a finger. “Nah. I’m not sure I believe ya. Not supposed ta is always a cover fer can’t~”
Fayth wrinkled her nose, furred ears twitching. "My catch is that ya can't sleep in my tree house anymore." She stated it laughably stoic, wagging her finger. "If ya need a place to sleep ya can stay with us." Of course, she didn't calculate what her fathers would think, or if her grandmother would even allow Isabela in the front door. "What's yer name, anyway?" Turning around, Fayth smoothed down her dress and stood up. She got the same flash in her eyes as Dream, and she had the same temper. "I'm not covering! Come on, I'll show you, but just cuz you said I couldn't. You can't touch anything, got it? And gran can't see you." Fayth opened the hatch of her tree house, and scurried down the rope ladder.
A.. place to sleep? Isabela’s eyes warmed slightly. This girl was offering her a place to sleep... “It’s... Isabela.” She murmured. The surprise wore off the moment the other girl accepted the challenge though, and the smile rose back up. “I won’t touch nuthin’!” she assured, bouncing on her toes excitedly.
Plopping onto the squishy ground, the young hybrid looked around and deeming the coast clear waved Isabela closer. "Your name's pretty, but long. How about a nick name? Izzy, Bella, Bells..." She trailed off on her own as she got closer to the door. There was a little window in the wood, and it was this window that Fayth peeped in. She couldn't see her grandmother anywhere. "Mine's Fayth. Stick close and be quiet, k?" She opened the door as quietly as she could and ushered the other girl inside.
Dropping down beside the other girl, she looked over for a couple seconds before laughing. “Whatever ya want, I guess.” She snuck right along, looking around for any extra eyes. “Fayth. That’s a nice name, too.” Zipping her lips, she followed tight behind Fayth, jaw gawking slightly once she was inside. This place was so big and full of stuff!
Closing the door behind them, Fayth tip toed through the kitchen and hung near the doorway of the living room. Inside she could see her grandma Wendy watching...an extreme poke'mon cage match with music like Aunt Solange and Uncle Urban listened to. She was standing up, shouting at the tv with her apron askew. Thankfully her back was turned and Fayth motioned for Bells to follow after her. When they made it to the gun safe, Fayth tapped in the pass code and opened the door, revealing a plethora of weaponry. "I don't think daddy knows that I know the code, but that's my secret, not his. See though; I can show you his fancy guns."
Moving through the house, Isabela nearly tripped at the sight of the adult jumping around at the TV. Covering her mouth with a hand to stifle the laugh that wanted to burst out, she hurried after Fayth to keep from giving them away. She watched the code punched curiously, having never seen one of those. When she focused on the guns within, her jaw dropped again. “I believe ya now! ..So, them don’t use marshmallows?” she asked. She started to reach a hand forward, but caught herself. She didn’t want to upset Fayth!
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 12:57 pm
"Nope, they use these things that look like little torpedo rocks. They're called bullets." Fayth pointed to a case of them, then paused, watching Isabela's near touch. Her eyes narrowed, mouth opening to say something, but the other girl pulled her hand back. That's what I thought!
"...Papa says when I get bigger I can shoot two of them at once. I think I'm big enough, though. He bought me new shoes last week because I outgrew my old ones; I'm ready." She puffed out her chest.
"Fayth? Is that you?" An older, feminine voice called out and caused the hybrid to jolt.
"Shoot!" She whispered. "That's grandma! You gotta go!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 7:57 pm
Torpedo rocks.. called bullets... She would have to remember that for later. Isabela gasped softly. "Two at once?" Now, that was an interesting idea!
Freezing as the elder voice reached her ears, she looked around the room quickly. She knew a quick escape was the way to go for now. The window was open just a crack, but that meant it was unlocked. "Thank you, Fayth!" she whispered quickly, giving her new pal a hug before darting for the window. She opened it wide enough to throw her whole bulky frame through. It wasn't the most majestic sight with that big shell, but she got out without much more than a soft shuffle, and was up and running. Guns and bullets... Interesting, indeed...
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