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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:19 pm
[i was under the impression he was 12 o-o i... sorry? here, take a cookie o_o]
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:20 pm
♥ • • Celeste xoxooxoxo
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This was perfect! Another festival that was starting in town square. That meant, no getting lost on the way since she had been here so many times before. Not to mention the fact that this was a group one, so she would meet new people and get a sort of tour of the town from people who were not as directionally challenged as she was. And even more than that, Celeste was actually looking forward to this festival. This time she would be more than a spectator, since everyone was put into a group, she would actually participate.
Anticipating the good time she was going to have Celeste walked into the festival with her music louder than normal in her ears and an anticapatory smile on her face. Now that she was here she just needed to find out what team she was on... where did they put those lists anyway?
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 9:05 pm
Crimson gave another grin, it was the second time in a short period that his voice had actually been commented on in a positive way. "Ay, I am Australian, lassie." He personally never said lassie, but he enjoyed throwing it in there for emphasis at points.
He nodded with the talk of aging, she was proving to actually be an intellectual person. "It's not aging, per se that bothers me. It's being old that bothers me, like around here, mate." He smiled and gave a little shrug, his thoughts through that didn't even make sense to him. So, he just left it off like that.
Oh, a teacher? "It counts in mine too, love." He let out a soft chuckle, she was funny as well. He felt more and more comfortable with her as time passed. "And I agree completely. I'm a vet, and spend most of my time with children. They always seem to be more worried about pets than their parents." He smirked at all of the changes of voice she went through so quickly. She seemed rather passionate about her work, but so was he.
Crimson watched her finger trail to the bench up ahead. "But, of course." He nodded and began walking towards it slowly beside her. It was comical to him to walk next to someone so much shorter. She had to be at least over a foot smaller than him. She must want to get rested before the long scavenging thing, but that was to be expected. He sat down on the bench and ruffled up the sleeves of his white button-up and then rested his arm on the back of the bench.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 10:40 pm
The first two to enter the square, a rather surprising pair, were Catrina and Yoakim Jr.! Kade didn't feel like going that year for obvious reasons and Theresa was busy berating the hairdresser, as she had since that day. Instead of letting the kid sit outside the RV listening to arguing again, Theresa had enough mind to grab a random kid playing in the forest (well, hunting squirrels) and send him off to the festival to play. Catrina was always happy to go play with a kitten, being the good old cat she was, so she didn't mind dragging the quiet kid out to a festival! She hadn't spoken beyond a few mews and meows, but she already figured that she was doing a good job! Why? Because Yoakim Jr. hadn't whined or threw a tantrum yet~! In fact, he had been quiet as a mouse. ..A big, juicy.. funny little mouse.. She stopped in the square, the boy following suit, and stared at him with something one would hate to believe was hunger. ..Until she remembered that he was too big to be a mouse~ Almost as big as the panda bear that was following them since halfway to town! ..Yeah, even Catrina knew when to ignore certain things.
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..This was probably a really bad idea. Conor wasn't even sure if Blaire was coming. All he knew was when he woke up that morning, he saw the calender. Today was the Treasure Hunt, which seemed like a Blaire festival.. The girl had been nagging him to get out more and their last trek had lead them back home almost in the same hour, simply because Conor was a very stubborn person when he needed to be. Unlike that time, though, he wanted to try and impress Blaire by taking the initiative. So, he had gotten dressed, left a brief, crudely written note on where he was off to, and then left alone.
Blaire had pretty much filled the role that Keith someone had at one point well enough, providing comforts even he wasn't aware he needed, so of course he owed it to her to show her efforts weren't going to waste. He was cheering up, yeah? He could smile and take walks without being yanked through the door! Sure, he had been a bit shaky and snappy lately, but that was only because he.. hadn't had anything yet. Yeah, of that. Where the ******** was he supposed to get it? He didn't have a job and – <********>. An arm that had went to work scratching the opposing limb for a reason he barely got, stilled. ..Was that Keith? ..Oh.. Yeah, he was still in town, wasn't he?
Who the <********> was that with him?
Conor's eyes narrowed, then twitched – ********, he needed to get a fix from somewhere. Maybe he should have ditched the ******** festival and just went to go find one of the local dealers – no, no, what if Blaire came looking for him? Then what? Ah, <********, ********, ********>, it didn't ******** matter now! It was – Keith! Keith was over there! Keith was with some ******** – damn it, he needed to get a more original swear, because that word was only getting to him more – off topic, back onto it. Keith wasn't with Bela, or ********, or ********, or any of the bar ******** – yeah, ******** originality, let Conor curse in whatever way he pleased – but, that wasn't the point. ..Oh, did he even remember the point by now? His mind was swapping around too much for him to catch onto a coherent thought, so he went with what he felt should be done.
Conor dived behind a bush like he was dodging a bullet, which was pretty damn close to what he was doing. ..It could be just a friend. Outside of Conor? Ha, Keith didn't make friends! He made enemies, victims, equals, but not friends. Not someone he was supposed to stand around and chat with, not like how Conor was with him. He sat up from behind the really crappy bush to check his elbow – scrape? Nah, bruised, not that he cared. He ignored it to turn to where Keith was standing with that.. ugly thing.. The b*****d. Yeah, seemed like a good name. b*****d. He narrowed his eyes again, this time succeeding in the action, and watched.
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Another unlikely pair, (well, not as bad as the first one) entered the square silently. Mao, who had been heading to the festival simply because 'fairies' were potentially involved and, not that he believed in them one bit, he was still the sort to go take a little look. Plus, he could show morons like Gaston how much better he was than them by winning the contest and making everyone on the Salmon team cry in defeat! He glanced over at the children in the square – yes. ..Yes, he would enjoy this. Gaston, on the other hand, was unaware that Mao had any contempt towards him. He was too busy congratulating Mao on being such a good host for the White Day event, as well as how the future Valentine's Day would go! ..Was Mao the one in charge of those? Oh, well, he didn't know, Gaston thought every Asian that walked through his doors were the same person. ..That can either be pegged to him being an idiot or.. yeah, Gaston was just an idiot.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 11:55 pm
    _________________________________________________________________ Far be it from the older brother's knowledge, that little Molly had followed him to the festival. She was not going to sit around and let her brother go out and flirt without her being able to harass the crap out of the girl he was talking to! That, and the promise of chocolate hung in the air, something she couldn't resist. So what if she had to be on a children's team. She could probably get her chocolate from everyone else without having to life a finger! Yes, that would be nice... ~ Zach, in the mean time, didn't know that Molly had followed him, and was actually quite content to talk to people outside of his direct family. Yes, that would be nice. There were lots more people showing up now, so maybe he could... flirt? ~ Clark actually laughed, yes, he laughed at Keith's suggestion. "I don't think he'd go for it, but if you want, you can try..." The thought of Avien and Keith together was comical! Avien was a sweet heart, sugar-coated, bleeding-heart, love sick little p***y that actually cared about emotions... Keith was... nothing like that as far as Clark could tell, so without a doubt, that would be a disaster... That is, unless he was really drunk... Drunk, like the time he was drunk and kissed Clark drunk... Or if they drugged him... that would do the trick. Clark nodded, ~ After running out of tissues... again... Avien finally decided that it would probably be best if he went out and at least tried to interact with other people. Sure, he was depressed as it was now, but, eh... he'd be worse if he just kept in isolation. He hated being alone in any sense of the word. He didn't like being single, it made him insecure. He didn't like sitting at home alone, another insecurity. Festival... that's where he would go. Weren't chocolates supposed to make you feel better anyways? He thought he had heard something like that before but he couldn't be sure. He spotted Clark and Keith together, rolled his eyes and turned to move the opposite direction of where they were. That is when he spotted someone leaping behind a bush... What. the. hell. Slowly he paced over in that direction and noticed that he was watching his brother and his um, lover? Never mind titles, he noticed he did not look happy in the least. "Eh, any reason you're glaring like that while hiding behind a bush? Seems kind of suspicious... and I know that there is one crazy a** cop around here that would jump all over anything ever so slightly suspicious... I'd watch myself and stop hiding behind crappy bushes..." clearly not his usual chipper self, but eh, it couldn't be helped. He had a suspicion that this person was glaring over at his brother, something to do with Keith... _________________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:21 am
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Lotte was busy being Lotte. In other words, she was being very loud and running everywhere, trying to find some chocolate that she wasn't supose to find yet. All efforts until now had failed. Damn. Of course, she couldn't simply found them like that all by herself. Not that she needed someone else, but she did needed to use someone else. She needed minions. Good minions. She looked around, trying to find someone who could do that job for her now, and in the future. She spot a girl (Zell) and frowned. She looked week. Next, she notice a boy (Max) and pouted. Had Potential, but was too young. Then, she saw a teenager (Zach) and shook her head. He was too cute to be useful. He'd just endup being a damnsell in distress or something. Finally, she found another average looking blond boy (David). This one was perfect! She walked run toward him, grabbed his shoulders using them like handles and jumped over him doing a flip in midair, landing facing him. "BAM! The Great Lotte appears!" She then proceeded to punch him hard in the stomach. "You have been beaten by me! You hare now my minion! SHAZAM!" That was how minion ownership worked, right? Oh, like she cared. She was Lotte! She could do whatever she wanted! Not like she didn't have a bomb or two on her....
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:28 am
Gemma's face was puzzled about his comments about age. It didn't seem to make sense, at first. But, after a moment to process, she chalked it up to him not wanting to be all bent and crooked. She didn't want to, either. And then calmly listened about how he was a vet, and that he seemed to associate more with children than adults because of his work. Kids always worry about they're pets, at even the smallest slight; they think it could lead to something worst and fear losing they're companion. Children usually connected more profoundly with they're animals, whereas adults know that they could get another. Sure, grief could get to them, too... but, it's not as tragically heartbreaking to watch as a child.
And then, when he agreed to follow her to the bench, she nodded lightly and turned on her heel to walk over. She was silent, at first. Watching him as he got comfortably into the bench. Oh well, not that she minded very much. She wasted no time afterwards to sit down, leaving a little space between them. Just because she liked the guy enough to speak to him, didn't exactly mean she trusted him completely. He could be a serial murderer, for all she knew!
After a moment, she replied. "Yeah, well, it could be because kids get more profoundly attached to they're pets...?" she asked, voicing her earlier thoughts. "You know, with most adults thinking they could get a new one as soon as the other kicks the bucket." Gemma clarified, offering Crimson a shrug.
"Sorry, I was just mulling it over in the noggin earlier." Gemma laughed, feeling like an idiot. Her cheeks had turned red in embarrassment, although her light olive skin complexion would make it seem a little less obvious.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:00 pm
He snatched the guy's arm and yanked him into the bushes with him, which wasn't that hard since he could smell alcohol the moment the guy came closer. Drunk? At a kid's festival? He grimaced, “The ********, man?” He questioned even if it was probably hard to tell what it was he was trying to get an explanation for. Really, it was just that the guy was drunk, but with how he stared at him now, the question broaden in category to why the ******** he was bothering him, what he was trying to say, and how come hiding in the bushes could be crappy. Conor thought this was a good hiding spot, damn it! He like it, at least.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 2:56 am
_________________________________________________________________ Clark laughed a little again at the thought of Avien being roofied... Wait a tick... Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of an all too familiar red head over by a bush. What the hell was he doing here? Wasn't he at home mo- He looked over again and the man was gone... Was it just his imagination? He didn't think it was possible to be hallucinating at the moment. He hadn't done anything recently to cause that... "Nah, never tried it, but some time for sure..." he looked over towards the bushes again, ~ Oh yes, it wasn't all in Clark's head... Avien was there, and he was totally shitface-drunk. Not quite to the point he was at that he couldn't walk, but his mind was far from there since he had randomly started to talk to Conor without the idea of it being inconvenient for the other. If he were sober, and not depressed, he probably would have let it go, and started off to go find... never mind... He would go socialize! Right? Festivals were supposed to be joyous events, right? Huh, funny that the man who would normally love this things showed as much disrespect to show up drunk... "Ow... I can't exactly land in a graceful fashion if you're going to be yankin' me down like that... ******** man..." yep, Avien was not Avien at all right now... "And I think I asked you a question first, so it's rude to ask more questions without answering the one asked you first isn't it? Or was that something else? I do know... Anyways... wait... how'd I get here?" Oh Avien, if only Kade could see what you were like drunk... No! He needed to stop thinking about that cute boy and focus on trying to remember how he ended up in this place, with this stranger that seemed to be angry with him. No one was ever angry with Avien... Well, aside from Clark, but that was a brother thing... and Kade... NO! Stop thinking about him... It'll just make you want to drown yourself in more alcohol Avien! _________________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 3:09 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:56 am
   __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage, Camelia 'Cam' Grey, & Kaleb Roman - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire had been surprised honestly, to get that little note from Conor. Sure she had been really really pushy on getting him out of that depression but she didn't expect him to actually do something about it. He had gotten better... especially since... yeah. But lately he'd been snippy... They had managed to deal with it though, advantages of many rooms in a house. Let's be real... it was more the two in a room for a while that took away the tension. Now she kept a hand in her skirt's pocket, the other absentmindedly stroking one of her twin ponytails. Where could Conor be?If Camelia heard Lucas one more time about Blaire and Conor, she would flip. She would either find some acid and swallow it or clubber the boy. Actually she did already give him five sessions of duct tape on his mouth. But that was for when he was being a sissy about Alanis. Not like she cared. Her job was to make sure he lived, not that he was happy. Living and a virgin. This was a treasure hunt right? Cam grinned, she was actually curious about this. Hopefully it'd be something challenging~ At the least not boring...Kaleb frowned slightly as he came to the festival grounds. He had been unsuccessful convincing Ilya to come today. Well he needed to do something on his own. She could stay at home doing... whatever it is she did while she was alone. The man shrugged and began to wander about, waiting for the festival to actually begin. He wondered how this worked. It was his first treasure hunt in the island after all.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 5:28 am
“That ******** d**k.” He hissed out in contempt, actually managing to lower his voice this time. He did clench his fist and slam it into the ground next – okay, no, he slammed it into the drunk's chest with some kind of satisfaction. He looked back at the man and glared, seething at the scene he was witnessing, “Do you ******** see that s**t?! He's ******** – ******** – just look!” Oh, it was so easy to maneuver drunks! He lifted him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him in the direction he was peeping through, where b*****d and Keith were standing. “See that?! The ******** is that, man?! You tell me!” He spat before dropping his hold on the man and crossing his arms, scratching fervently at the other jerkily from both irritation and.. well, he wasn't sure what the other thing was, but he knew he needed to move his hands and scratching was the fastest solution he had.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 6:30 pm
_________________________________________________________________ A smirk slipped over Clark's lips... More destruction? Oh yes, he was game for that kind of nonsense... If Avien was back there, he'd get away from it safe enough, right? Eh... either that or he'd end up in the hospital... With his rate of depression it was only a matter of time anyways. "Sure, why the ******** not..." give Avien something to really whine about aside from about how Kade 'broke his heart... ********' p***y... ~ Avien took the punch and didn't even really realize that it was supposed to hurt after the fact. Okay, yes, his brain wasn't very logical when he was drunk, and his reflexes... forget about it... "Well the dude with the long hair would be my younger brother... Hot head if you ask me... and next to em is Keith, who I assume you know, since Clark don't have all that many friend and s**t... But yeah, met at my coffee shop, been ********' around ever since... took my condom stash to do so... and then left a used condom on my shampoo bottle... eeeehhhhhhhhh... What's your deal with bein' all pissy over em anyways..." Oh drunk Avien, you really didn't know when to stop did you? _________________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 6:48 pm
That was good enough for Keith, who gave his cigarette to Clark, for him to hold it, as he walked toward the bushes with a huge grin on his face. Avien was probably having sex with someone (perhaps Kade) and he would have the surprise of his life when the bush cought fire. He took a small pack of matches from his pokets and tried to lit one up as he walked toward said bush. Damn wind making it hard to lit matches when walking! Oh well, it was only a mater of time until it lit and he'd threw it in the bush. He would love to see Avien running around screaming scared shirtless while his body was cough on fire.
//OOC: Serend, start the festival in your next post.//
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