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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:28 pm
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Civisect City was one of Gourdi's favorite places to visit, by far. She was enthralled by the constant view of the ocean; her lookstubs often drifting seawards whenever she had the chance. The waves looked inviting and new. They beckoned to her, as though they were her lusus and she was their beloved charge, finally returned to them. The child longed to dismount the dock and step across the sand. Her toes curled at the thought of first being dipped into the cold, dark waters. But, no... never. Instead, she stepped away. Looked away. She was forever disappointed by the blue-tinted purple hue that was her blood color.
The little Juggalo clenched her fists, ripping her view away from the dock beneath her and turning, instead, to the line of shops that bordered the beach. She tried to ignore the pit of envy that throbbed within her chest as she surveyed the crowds. A smug look crossed over her painted face when she realized that she was the highest hue currently in her line of sight. Just as she was about to turn her nose, however, a troll with a magenta-colored wetsuit exited a small shop carrying quite a few bags. Gourdi's fists tightened further, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm, and she watched with her breath held as the seadweller passed.
He strode quite purposefully, and everytroll that he came upon scurried to get out of his way. He seemed... important, and quite grandiose. Gourdi hopped down from the bench she had previously stood upon, darting in the direction of the highblood; completely forgetting that HoofDaddy was still galloping through the shallows. He would find her without much trouble, of course, using his excellent sense of smell... but there was no telling when it was that he'd actually realize Gourdi had gone missing. And that suited the purpleblood troll just fine.
The seadweller turned quite abruptly into a store covered in flyers advertising the current art exhibition. It was, apparently, featuring two very contrasting artists that claim to have combined their work into something 'perfect'. Gourdi snorted at the rather forward claim. Deciding, then, that she would have to follow the seadweller inside.
Thus, she did just that.
Yamashii > casually forces you to describe the setting and initial interaction ahahahHAHAHA i'm sorry
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 11:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 8:44 am
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"Scary?" Gourdi whipped her head around to look at the young greenblood with contempt. "This piece, little troll trash, is much more tasteful than the flower-wielding ickle matesprits you find to be so excruciatingly charming. It deserves a description much more in-depth and free-flowing than your pitiful attempt at critique." Gourdi frowned at the other, allowing her lookstubs an up-down scan of his current appearance. She found his garb to be... odd, to say the least, and her survey caused her frown to deepen further. "What are you wearing, trash heap? It's so..." She gagged dramatically, waving a hand in front of her face daintily; as though she could suddenly smell something horrid. "Undesirable." Her painted face pulled downwards into a disapproving scowl.
She looked around, angered. Then her gaze focused once more upon this Amonee fellow. "Do they let just anytroll into this gallery? I can't believe that you'd have the ******** gall to approach me; let alone speak to me, without any sort of proper consent." Again, she surveyed him. The purpleblood squinted at the bag he still held in his grubber. He'd said he was an artist, hadn't he? She pointed towards the leather journal. "Show me your work, scumlover."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 11:02 pm
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It was fascinating how something so elegant could switch to intense abuse in a flash. She had been so quiet and mysterious as she pondered the artwork before her with a secretive expression. It had only taken one idiot (himself) and five seconds to shatter that! While the purpleblood was not physically violent, her words sliced right through Amonee and he visibly paled as she berated him. A tougher (dumber) troll might've fought back but the painter could only stammer and take the hit.
"I-I'm so sorry, I have been incredibly rude and I- You're right, I look dreadful-" A hint of tears welled up as she waved away the unpleasant stench of his being and he flushed with great shame. It was not a surprise to him that others found his fashion and some of his lifestyle weird and wrong but it had never been brought up in his face before! Trolls should be fiercer and battle ready, not dolled up in bright flowing gowns and flowers. His fingers played with the hem of his toga in a moment of obvious self-loathing. But it wasn't like he could just take it off, that'd be really weird!
"My work, I've got, yes it's-" She was talking so fast that he had a hard time keeping up and rushed hands hurried flipped through the leather journal. It was only after opening it that he remembered- this one was brand spanking new! She was going to be so disappointed and likely yell at him even more if he didn't think of something fast!
"Um, see, this one's new so I thought if it's okay with you... I'd make you a personal sketch to apologize for my earlier ineptitude! I-is that alright?" He bowed his head before looking up at her with pleading eyes. Other patrons of the gallery murmured as the scene unfolded but thankfully moved on to the rest of the exhibit. He hoped she would not humiliate him further in front of them!
Something about the way things were going though told him it wasn't over yet.
GhouIs Amonee sniffles and tries to appease the prickly princess! XD Don't feel bad about him crying, he is easily swept into emotional moods.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 1:17 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 1:01 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 5:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 6:04 pm
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Gourdi wanted to smack the teeth out of Amonee's mouth as soon as he suggested she kiss him for a portrait. She grit her teeth and bared her fangs, clenching her fists so tight that her nails dug crescents into the somewhat rough skin of her palms. The greenblood had spunk, and while some trolls might have appreciated it, Gourdi did not. "You're walking a thin ******** line, slimeblood." She said, her fangs practically dripping poison as she stared at the other troll. "Your request is both shameless and perverse." She stamped her foot hard into the ground, startling a small group of passing trolls with her sudden tantrum. Without warning, she advanced on him; rearing one leg back and letting loose a vicious kick to the poor greenblood's shin. "DO I LOOK LIKE A ******** WAYWARD TROLLOP TO YOU, ******** spat on the ground before him. "I'll still give you beetles, but you will receive no sort of affection from me, you ******** shitswine. You should be honored that I am even thinking about commissioning sometroll as tasteless as yourself." She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Choose your next statement more wisely, Amonee Brycer. My patience is quickly deteriorating."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 4:28 pm
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"No," Gourdi corrected sharply. "it's slime." The purpleblood scoffed and rolled her eyes. She hadn't even the faintest clue as to what being a "jade"blood meant, and thus she went ahead and made the assumption that Amonee was only trying to tack on the descriptor in hopes that she might think of him as more important. Gourdi scowled viciously at the thought. How pathetic. She'd have to remember to touch back on the subject at another time.
The way the troll spoke now- deadpan and pitifully complacent- irritated the raven-maned troll. She hated it when lowbloods fell back into the safety of emotionless subservience, and Amonee's poor excuse for a**-kissing was especially irritating to her. She was, after all, much more than noble. Gourdi's fists tightened and untightened furiously. Oh, how she abhorred the speech patterns of those that were without the clowny mirthfulness her juggalo brethren provided. She ran a hand through her dark locks, suddenly exhausted by their conversation. She wanted nothing more than to rid herself of the jadeblood's presence- but first, plans had to be set.
He did, after all, have something she very much wanted. The skill to paint a countenance as pleasantly mirthful as her's was. She force the other to scrawl down the address of his estate on the back of the sketch he'd drawn for her earlier on in their interacting. Then she forced him to choose a time and date that he'd be available. Once everything was approved by her, she slid the sketch carefully back into the pocket hidden within the many folds of her dress. "Now get out of my ******** sight, ********. I have no desire to continue to endure the torture that is your despicable presence." She said with a well-placed glare. "I will arrive at your residence at the agreed upon time, on the agreed upon date. I have given you enough time to prepare your hospitality; and I should hope you'll have learned better than to try and harass me any further with your perverted ******** requests."
Gourdi harrumphed and turned on her heel. She gave no farewells as she slipped back into the crowd mulling around the gallery event. She'd stay long enough for HoofDaddy to locate her, and then she'd go home. She'd had enough of the general populace for one night.
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