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 Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:09 pm
“Ah-huh. It does,” Ily agreed with a soft giggle. A really roughly done necklace, but a necklace nonetheless and that was all that mattered to her. Yet before she could say anything more on the matter the teacher finally announced it was time to bring their sculptures to the front to put their names on it and fire them. Finding it a strange way to finish off a clay object, Ily gently picked hers up and followed her friend to the line to wait ever so impatiently for their turn. If there was one thing Ily hated doing beyond anything else, it had to be waiting in a line to do something. With wrath being the opposite of patience and her slight ADD personality due to her diligence side, the couple minutes she stood there felt like an eternity.
But, before long, it was their turn to write their names on the strange clay creations. A good thing too, since it was all the poor child could do to keep herself from doing something completely random or destructive. “Ours look pretty awesome, Bleez” she managed to mutter to her friend without, hopefully, anyone else hearing. Hey, it wasn’t like she knew what all others could hear or how much they were paying attention...
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:54 pm
Bleez smirked and nodded, giggling a lit at Ily's comment.
The old lady pretended not to hear Ily as she took Bleez's clay vessel. "And your name is?"
"Bleez," she stated, snapping her attention back to the lady.
"What an interesting name, how do you spell it, dearie?" she casually asked, turning the dinosaur-shaped box over carefully.
Bleez stared at the lady for a moment. "B-L-E-E-Z" How hard could that be?
As Bleez told her, the woman wrote her name on the bottom. and then set it on the table next to her. "Next."
Bleez stepped aside and waited for Ily.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 12:32 pm
Ily giggled softly at how the old lady didn't know how to spell Bleez's name, which was fairly easy to spell to her anyways. It wasn't at all like her name with a few tricky vowels and being really odd altogether.
"Ilyrosa. I-L-Y-R-O-S-A," she spelled out once the lady asked for her name, already knowing that she would have to spell it out anyways. Once the lady had taken her clay vessel and written her name on it, the girl turned to head back to her seat with Bleez.
"So... Now what?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 2:36 pm
Bleez shook her head and took her seat. "Dunno." She looked at the clock; it was almost time for her mom to come and pick her up. Her face contorted, confused. "Whatta.'bout the.things we.made?" she voice her concern to the teacher.
"Like I said, they need to be fired. You can come and pick them up in a couple of days, when they're ready."
Bleez wasn't fond of that answer, but there wasn't much she could say about it. Apparently, they had to be fired in order for them to not be squishy. Bleez huffed, she wanted her stuff now!
A bell chimed shortly after Bleez's question and parents began to flood in. Amongst them was Moira. Bleez's mother walked over to the little spawn, noting that one of her friends was sitting next to her. "'ow'd everything go?"
"Fine," Bleez muttered. She spun in her seat sharply, so she was actually facing her mother. "We.'ave to.come back.an'.get what.we.made!" she complained. "They're.not ready.yet!"
Moira blinked at the outburst. "Yes, I know. Don't worry, we'll come pick it up as soon as it's ready, okay?"
Bleez scooted off the bench-styled seat, letting her feet hit the floor with a hard thud. She was still upset when she turned to tell Ily goodbye. "Bye," she murmured. "Hope.ta see.ya.'gain." She turned back around and slowly followed her mom out.
((feel free to "time skip" to the day they get the vessels))
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:52 pm
Ily watched Bleez’s mom come over and talk with her friend, only partly paying attention to the conversation while looking for Damon. Kicking her feet boredly, the man finally appeared within the crowd and made his way over. “Hey squirt. Guessing they have to fire it or something?” he asked, noticing that none of the kids had any sort of project. Had it singularly been Ily, the man would have guessed she somehow destroyed it or decided to not participate at all. Ily’s nod only confirmed his first thought as she hopped off the bench. “Bai Bleez! See you ‘gain soon,” she replied as the girl left, following her moments later being led by Damon.
Finally, after so long of waiting they were able to return to collect their vessels and for Ily the time couldn’t have come soon enough. The long wait was almost agonizing, had she not partially forgotten till the phone call came and Damon was once again driving her over to the class. It felt like an eternity till they finally got there and walked through the doors where a bunch of clap vessels lay in wait on a table. “I made... this one!” she called out, giggling over how well hers turned out as she gently picked it up and held it out to her father to see.
“Excellent,” Damon replied, noticing the fact that it was shaped like a fairly cartoon angel wing. Interesting...
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 7:39 pm
Bleez bounded into the class, hoping that Ily was there. Her mother followed behind at a more leisurely pace. "Ily!" she blurted upon seeing her friend show off her creation. She scurried up to her and her father, staring at the vessel. "Dat's.super cool,Ily!" She grinned widely before scanning the table for her own.
Finding it, she picked it up, careful not to fumble it too much. "Here.'go." She handed the T-Rex-shaped boxed to Ily. "Fer.you." Bleez's grin grew a little as she offered her creation to her friend. Her Liberality side kicking in, she wanted nothing more than to give her friend what she'd made, for nothing in return.
Moira smiled warmly at the exchange.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:42 pm
Ily grinned at Bleez as she complimented her work. "Thanks! Yours looks awesome too!" she replied, bouncing slightly. As her friend offered her dinosaur-shaped box, though, she had to refuse. She figured it was the spawn's liberality side but still! It was just so epic and Bleez HAD made it for herself it seemed like.
"Nah. You keep. You made it," Ily replied, figuring her friend would refuse and continue to offer her the box that now resided in her hands with the angel wing one. They both looked awesome, two separate sides of themselves almost with the dinosaur being wrath, since that's what they looked like, and the angel wing being their angelic sides.
Ugh. Her brain hurt from such a strange analysis of what they made. Not to mention imagining themselves as DINOSAURS.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 12:38 pm
"I.has plenty.things dat.look like.dinosaurs. So.you get.dis.one." Bleez's tail wagged back and forth for a while. If Ily tried to hand it back to her, Bleez would put both arms behind her back so she COULDN'T take it. At least that was the plan. But Ily seemed to be contemplating something else entirely.
Moira broke the brief silence, "Bleez, 'oney, why don't you tell your friend goodbye for now. We should be getting home, there're still groceries in the car.
Bleez frumped a bit. "Guess.I.gotta go." As Moira began to walk out, she looked between her and her friend, not moving for a bit. She sighed, then waved to Ily, leaving the pottery shop behind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:43 pm
Ily, seeing it was pointless trying to argue with her friend, kept the dinosaur-shaped box as well as the wing one she had made. “Ok den,” she muttered, handing one to Damon for him to hold on to. She didn’t want one falling to the ground and breaking! That... That sounded horrible! “Bai Bleez!” Ily called out as the two left, waving with her now free hand. Although, it didn’t take long before they too were heading out the door and out to the car to be taken home.
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