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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:00 pm
 River's smile fell and she looked worried. "Eh eh eh eh?" she squeaked nervously. Oh god, she didn't want to go to the police station! Who knew what kind of stuff they probably knew about her! [[Yeesss? 8D]]
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 5:32 am
 Having traveled to so many different countries and a variety of cultures, Nadia had never come across anywhere quite like this place! It was a beautiful town on its very own island. The harbor was beautifully rustic and fresh smelling. The area even had its very own melody to it as well since the seagulls cried such beautiful songs. Nadia only wished that she hadn't packed her camera into her bags, otherwise she'd still be on the pier taking pictures. It was time to act like an adult. She could wander and take photos on her free time once she got settled in. Luckily the place she needed to visit first was the biggest in the town; the government offices. Nadia hadn't really set anything up for living arrangements before she arrived. She knew where she wanted to apply for a job, but she'd have to get somewhere to live first. If she got turned down for the position, she still had some extra money to live off of for awhile.
Pushing open the doors to the government building, Nadia stepped inside, her feet echoing in the foyer. She left her bags outside, knowing that they would be too much of a hassle to drag in with her. Her brown eyes scanned the ceiling of the building and slowly made their way back down to ground zero. There was so much grabbing her attention and she just wanted to stand and gawk for awhile, but she had to get a move on. "Let's see..." Nadia said to herself as she tapped the tip of her finger against her glossy soft pink lips. There were three signs that grabbed her attention; Newspaper Room, Mayor's Office and Sheriff's department. Now... the newspaper room would have listing of houses for sale, but in the city the Sheriff's department was in charge of selling land and in small villages it was the Mayor that struck up and wrote deeds to homes.
Shrugging her shoulders, Nadia headed in the direction she thought would work best! She really didn't have any idea what kind of place she was going to live in, so the newspaper would be a good place to start! Following the signs to the offices listed as "Newsroom," Nadia headed inside. Politely, she knocked on the door before entering. "Excuse me. I'm Nadia Bayette. I was hoping you'd have some listings for houses available. I just arrived today and I'd like to get situated pronto!" Nadia explained, giving the newsmen the short and sweet story with a bright smile and a cheesy thumbs up.
~ Nadia "Swirlz" Bayette ~
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 10:53 am
 The Newspaper room was like it always was. A short girl dressed in blue talking on her Hello Kitty phone while doing her nails was sitting behind a desk to the right. It was obvious from her talking that she was gossipping! Something about ******? It was hard to tell. Sitting on the lower left corner of the room, on tatami mat, an older dark skinned man seemed to be in the middle of a Yoga session, judging by how he looked like a pretzel. Either that, or he had just won a tournament of Twister. Across the room, opposite of where the gossipping girl, was a tall blond woman, who was answering many phonecalls all at the same time as well as typing on the computer and reading some sort of forms. Obviously, she was the only one really working in that place. However, once Nadia spoke, everyone stopped their activities and gave her a very, very, very, extremely sorry look before all turning their head toward that main desk in the back of the room.
This was none other than Neil's desk! Sitting behind it, was a man, grinning full teeth like a man never grin before! Sitting on his head was a mouse, but that's an other story for an other time. The man jumped over his desk (Ninja had nothing against him!) and ran to the woman in less than a second. "Hello, hello! How are you? Are you fine? Are you good? Are you bad? Are you awful? Are you a prostitute? What can I do for you? Or rather, what can you do for me? Well, it's simple! Really, it is! So simple in fact that I wont even need to explain it to you! But then again, you might have been one of those people brainwashed by those aliens! So I will tell you! What I want from you is the Truth! Not the simple feeble truth, but the big fat Truth with a capital T! Are you able to tell the truth, madame? You better be, or else you have nothing to do here! Quick! Tell me! Who saw what and why and where? Let her give a full report! Oh, where are my manners, I am Neil G. Murrow, Editor-in-chief of the Nirvani Post, but you had already guessed that, didn't you? Unless, of course, you are stupid. You aren't stupid are you miss? Are you a prostitute? What's your name? What's your occupation? How old are you? How many vibrators do you have back at home? Do you carry anyone with you? Are you a sex addict? Oh, what am I saying, what am I saying! Don't answer that, this part isn't important. No, the important part is you! YOU! YOU who has still to give me her name! Are you hiding something, miss? Why do you want a house so bad? Are you doing human trafficking? Yes! That must be it! Why else would someone like you want to have a house so fast! No even enjoying the time! Smelling the flowers! Answering my questions! You are very rude, miss, you know that? It's not because you kidnap woman visiting the Phillipines that you have to be rude! We are all humans and we like to have some care to us! You should care more when you kidnap people! Think of those poor souls that are going to buy them! You really thing I would want my sex slave to be sad and depress? No I do not! So why do you keep doing that? Shame on you! Shame on you!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 3:40 am
Nadia wasn't expecting to grab the attention of the entire newsroom when she walked it. The sudden silence was slightly deafening. Her once bright smile began to damper as it was kicked in the teeth by her nerves. Nadia's brown eyes locked onto the only movement in the room when a man from the back came sprinting up to her as if he were competing for the Olympic gold. "W-what!?" Nadia's mouth went agape the moment a question was fired off about being a prostitute. "Aliens?" Nadia took a step back from the man with the rodent on his head as she desperately looked to the others in the room as the man continued to ramble and introduce himself. "I'm not a prostitute!" Nadia almost shouted as she took a step forward at the man who was badgering her. From certain questions he was asking, Nadia was beginning to take him for some kid of sexual pervert. Then he continued into a human trafficking story. Nadia closed her eyes, put one hand on her hip and tried to calm herself down.
Being the daughter of a politician, Nadia had dealt with news reporters before, but none as over the top and creative as this one. He seemed better fit to write fiction novels than the news. Oh, no! Was this one of those newspapers that did stories on big foot's baby? When the man was done ranting, Nadia opened her eyes and put her other hand on her hip, waiting for the man to say more after shouting shame upon her. She let the silence drift a little longer than she should have, but she wanted to make absolutely sure he was done. "Oh, you're done?" she said in shock as her eyes got big and she leaned forward to examine the man a little closely (even if she had labeled him as a pervert). Since he was a big talker, she was guessing he wasn't much of a listener, so she'd make sure that he'd be able to hear every single word she said by getting in his face a little.
"Like I said, my name's Nadia Bayette. As a news reporter you should know it since my father was a politician in the city. So, I've dealt with types like you before. If you want to know my whole life's story you can look it up in almost any newspaper paparazzi like you run. I come from a very scandal-free family, so don't expect any exciting story from me. I wouldn't advise twisting any truths either. My parents retired,so I've taken my savings and moved to an island to find a place where my name won't matter much. I'm not living in a Hotel or on the streets, so I want a house. I'd also like to know if the posting for the Sugar Salon is still open too," the young woman said as she stepped back from the slightly creepy reporter and took a deep breath. She wasn't very intimidating, but hopefully her point would get across. "No comment to your other questions, Mr. Hentai" Nadia commented through puffed up cheeks and puckered lips. She turned her head away from the reporter and waited for some answers from him now.
~ Nadia "Swirlz" Bayette ~
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 10:43 pm
Once Neil was done talking, he couldn't help but to stare directly into Nadia's eyes. Those two globes never lied! They would always tell Neil if the person he was talking to was telling the truth or not. He didn't really know how they would tell him that, but he was sure he would notice would the need arise! As for the need, it was rising right now! Why wasn't that girl talking? He had stopped talking a good 1.5 seconds earlier! It was her turn, yet, she wasn't speaking! There was only one logical solution to that. When someone was taking it's time to reply, it could only mean that they were staling! Staling in order to hide the truth from him in order to make the most believable lie. Yes, that was what that woman was doing right about now! Creating the most perfect lie in order to hide away her years of human trafficking. Nothing was more logic than that! Unless.... unless that was exactly what she wanted him to believe, so she would just state the plain good old truth, which he would mistaken for a lie and reject it! No! No! Not the truth! He couldn't do that to his precious Truth with a capital T! Oh, what was he thinking, there was no way this could happen. He knew the truth when he saw it and that vile woman wouldn't be able to hide it from him or make him believe that it was a lie. That was impossible. As if it was linked telepathically, Mister BoJangle, his pet mouse, made a little Squeak of approval while giving something that could have pass for an approving nod.
Neil (and Mister BoJangle) listen to the woman's story once she decided to talk. Were those some sort of threats? Was she trying to make him back off by telling him she had ties to the governments? Ah! No goverment was in place here! They were in Neutral Water and (unfortunatly) the only laws in place where those made by their Mayor, Gaston. Threats like those wouldn't work against him! No politician would ever be able to stop him from discovering the Truth! "Now, now, Miss Bayette, if that's you're real name, I'll have you know that I am not interested into what is written into those newspaper! I am interested into what is behind the facade! What you've been hiding to everyone before! If there's no scandal about you, it's simply because no one was able to find it before, which, I have to admit, is weird, considering your dealing in Human Trafficking while being close to the government... OH! Is that it? Yes, yes! Of course! It's not only you who is in it, but you're whole family! You're father has used his with the government in order to hide it! Or ever better, I mean, worst, he deal humans WITH the members of the government! Such a scandal! Such a hidden Truth! And the reason why he was a politician and isn't one anymore is because... it's because the others had to get rid of him! They offered him a nice paycheck in order for him to lay low! And you... being one of the main person running it had to flee all the way to Nirvani! I know your dirty little secrets now!"
Followed by that very long one-breath speach, Neil started to laugh maniacly. Something he would often do when he came to what he believed was the most logical conclusion to a scandal or far-fetched event of some sorts. The laugh was cut short, however, when the blond NPC girl from before came next to him and slaped him behind the head, cause the mouse to run away. "Forgive him. He's weird. Here's the Page with all the houses for sells. As for the job, I would advise to simply go there directly. Simply turn left when you leave the building. It's somewhere along that road, you can't miss it." On that, she returned to her desk. Really, Rhea was the only one really working in that office and she was still an NPC! She should be promoted to Main Character, or at least, that was what she thought.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 1:01 am
What an infuriating man! Was he really in charge of a newspaper? Nadia immediately began second thinking staying on this island, especially if everyone was as insane as this man. With a short sigh of frustration, Nadia started to open her mouth in order to retract her requests and head back to the docks when a blond came up and gave her what she wanted. Giving the woman a smile of relief, Nadia took the paper gratefully. "Thank you," she said, at last being able to relax after being bombarded with unjust accusations. The woman even gave her directions as to where to find her dream job on the island. Putting the newspaper under her arm, Nadia flashed one last smile at the woman. "They should put you in-charge, ya know? He's pretty bad for business," Nadia whispered in order to keep her comment between her and the blond. She didn't want to start a mutiny in a place she was a stranger too. Bowing her head just slightly, she flicked her hand into the air to say good-bye and head on her way.
Once outside the extravagant government building, Nadia sat down by her things and opened the newspaper. She'd only need a small quaint house and nothing more. Even a loft would suffice. Her brown eyes continued to scan the collumns of open lots until she spotted a word she was searching for; Spacious. Nadia loved high ceilings, open areas and the lack of hallways. "East Hill Ridge," Nadia spoke aloud to herself as she read the location of the house. It sounded nice enough! She couldn't wait to investigate. The island wasn't too big, so it should be easy to find. Gathering her luggage, boxes and other things she decided trying to lug the majority of her things around would be a pain, especially if she went in the wrong direction. She'd leave them there for now, until she found the house.
~Nadia returns later in the evening to make several trips to bring her things to her humbled abode.~
[Exit Day to 10 East Hill Ridge!]
~ Nadia "Swirlz" Bayette ~
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:47 pm
[A few days after her first visit....]
Nadia was second thinking her previous decision on visiting the newsroom again, but she wanted to show her thanks to that blond journalist. Taking a deep breath and heading into the government office, Nadia braced herself to be overran by that crazy mouse man. Opening the door to the newsroom slowly, Nadia peeked her head in before walking inside. "Good evening," Nadia greeted them all with a small upturn of her lips. She started walking over to the blond that had helped her before, but stopped halfway when she found an empty table top. "I brought some tarts from the newly opened bakery in town. I wanted to show you my thanks for helping me find a house. Please, help yourselves-" Nadia started as she spoke to everyone in the room, but stopped when she met with Mr. Neil. "Except YOU! You can't have any," the young woman pointed at the mouse-man accusingly with one hand while the other hand rested on her protruding hip.
~ Nadia "Swirlz" Bayette ~
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 3:50 pm
Of course, the various NPC in the newsroom where delighted to have someone bring them some treats! The best way to an NPC heart was with treats, after all! Even normal people would have loved them! The blonde girl was about to thank Nadia, when, coming out of nowhere, a green shadow jumped in front of her! Suddenly, It is Euram Barrow Neil Murrow! He quickly grabbed the plate from the table, and started to examine every single one of the tarts, as if they were all extremely suspicious and part of a crime bigger than everything anyone could imagine. Mister BoJangle, his genius mouse, was walking on the plate, sniffing every single one of them. Something was wrong there! Something very wrong indeed!
"Now, now, Miss Bayette, why in heaven's name would you refuse me those tarts? I can only imagine it being because you want to hide something from me!" The man declared, without removing his eyes from the various tarts he was holding. He then started pacing along the room, talking to himself.... or to everyone. Really, it was hard to tell, him being Neil and everything thing. But of course, no one can hide anything to the great Neil G. Murrow! Especially not in his own newsroom! Especially if you are already suspicious! Especially if you are the mastermind behind an international human trafficking circle!" He stopped his pacing, the moment to take on of the pastries and sniffing it. Smelled like tars... He resumed his walking, this time, in the opposite direction. "By telling me I could not have them, was of course, only to hide something from me! I say that those tarts contain drugs! And you tried to drug the whole staff.... no, that doesn't make sense... Why would you drug the staff but not me... Unless... the staff are the one who ordered the drugs!" He stopped his pacing again. This time, he took a random tarted, looked at it form every angle imaginable, shook his head and threw it over his shoulder. The Pacing continues. "No, no... this doesn't make sense. I must be wrong...You didn't try to hide them from me... oh no! You tried.... You tried to Make me investigate them! You knew that by telling me not to take them, I would suspect you and do exactly that! Your real plan was to make me taste them, because they are drugged! Poisoned, I say! Yes, you wanted my death, because I had discover your dirty secret of human trafficking circle! Ah! Everything is clear now!" Now, he dropped the whole plate of tarts on the floor, to the bed disappointment of the NPCs in the room, especially Rhea, who's the tarts were for originally. He Lift an accusing finger and pointed at Nadia. "I accuse you, Nadia Bayette, in the Newsroom, with the Tarts!" Yes, ever since The Masquerade, everything was a big game of Clue for Neil... well, it always was, he just had an excuse now.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 1:48 am
Nadia turned her cheek towards the mouse-man while her hands rested on her hips. "You didn't help me at all the other day. In fact you hindered me! Bad behavior shouldn't be rewarded," the young woman said, turning back towards Neil as she folded her arms over her chest. Nadia's words probably weren't going to reach the reporter with the overly-active-imagination since he was pacing back and forth speaking to himself. Nadia looked over to the blond until she heard a pasty hit the floor. "Hey!" the young woman shouted as one tart was followed by the remainder as they all met the ground. It would break the baker's heart to see his delicious tarts ruined! As a sigh fell over the room, Neil pointed his scrawny little finger at Nadia. Oh? Clue is it? By this time, the young fashion designer was getting a little used to Neil's accusations. She would play along with the thoughts of a baker in mind.
"Oh-ho! But it was YOU! Neil G. Murrow!" the woman said, stepping in close as she wielded her finger to point at the mouse-man. The two stood as if their fingers were the blade of swords held at one another's throats in an intense duel. "I counter-accuse you. You pastry murderer!" Nadia shouted as her finger, as deadly and powerful as a blade directed everyone's attention to the tarts on the floor. Tucking her hands behind her back, Nadia began to pace in a similar fashion to Neil. "All have witnessed your crime against these baked goods. Grief has been struck within every heart in this room. The sweets lay in shambles on the floor, no longer able to fulfill their purpose in life... which was to spread joy into the stomachs of your co-workers. Therefore," Nadia said as she hopped on the spot where she had initially put the pastries down at. Crossing one leg over the other, her brown eyes sharply turned to Neil. "a story should be written to warn the citizens of this town about the Tart Killer, the Pastry Murderer and His First Strike Against Baked Goods!" the young woman announced while she waved her hand slowly from left to right as if reading the headlines.
Hopping off of the desk, Nadia nodded to herself as she walked up to Neil. "There are witnesses to support these facts. You'll never be able to clear your name," Nadia told him with a sad shake of her head before she started walking past Neil to reach the exit of the newsroom. "Such a pitiful ending for the lead character in the newsroom," she sighed as her hand reached for the knob of the door.
~ Nadia "Swirlz" Bayette ~
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 3:16 pm
Neil, for once, actually listened to Nadia when she shouted that she was going to counter attacked him! No one had ever done that before, and it had taken him aback. With each passing sentence, the reporter's expressions changed from bad to worst. First, he droped his grin. Next, his eyes went wide open. Thirdly, his mouth fell wide open. Finnally, he fell on his knees. Him? A Murderer? No! How... how could it be! How could you be a murderer without knowing that you were guilty of your crimes! He was evil! He was the kind of person he had always tried to warn the public against! His hands fell on the flood as her stared at it. Would he... would he ever be able to clear his name? No, probbaly not! He would loose all credibitlity he had as a reporter! He would lose his job! Go to jail! Get raped by Tbag from Prison Break! He was too pretty to go to jail! He raised his head, handing his right hand in Nadia's direction, as a sign of plight. There must have been a way... There had to be a way! She could go ahead with that! She couldn't inform the police that he... The Great Neil G. Murrow, was a tart killer! Wait what? He looked around in confusion for a moment, now realizing what had happen. Tart Killer? You couldn't kill a tart, they were already dead! Having had to suffer thought all the kitchen instruments! He stood back up, brushed the dust out of his pants and cleared his throat. "They aren't paid to eat tarts anyway." Was all he found to say.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 4:05 am
Nadia smiled as she turned the door knob. Looking back over her shoulder, she puckered up her lips and blew Neil a kiss along with a quick wink. Victorious. She was glad to get him back for their first visit. Today was a good day so far. Now, she just needed to find a job. Nadia had never asked for a job. She was usually offered them, but she didn't know anyone here, so an offer would be hard to come by... Skipping out of the government building, Nadia headed towards the Salon.
[Exito~]
~ Nadia "Swirlz" Bayette ~
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:57 pm
Ciel sighed as he made his way into the Governments offices, he paused when he heard a small ringing noise. 'Who the...? Who would call the offices before it even opens for ******** sakes?' Grumbling under his breath, he quickly made his way into the post office, pulling out the keys he stuffed in his pockets to unlock it first. Locking it behind him, he looked over at his desk to see the phone ringing excessively. He frowned at it as he walked over. Before he could grab it however, it stopped, only to begin several seconds later. He gave a confused look before deciding to ignore it, deciding to get his work done first.
The phone continued the same pattern as he tried to work, ending its annoying ring, only to begin a few seconds later. His eyes began to twitch as he tried to focus on his work, but to no avail, couldn't. Several minutes later, he slammed his head into the desk, giving a frustrated whine.
“Who the hell calls this much!?” He glared at the phone, ready to break it. Biting his tongue, he sat up straighter to try to get some self controle before he really did break it. Opening a drawer to his left, he dug around before pulling out ear muffs he bought before moving here. Putting them in, he sighed happily as the phones noise died down and he was able to continue his work in peace.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
♤ C۰I۰E۰L XXXXX R۰O۰M۰A۰N۰O۰V ♤
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 7:42 pm
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----------------------------------✪★✩Ⓚade✩★✪  ☆═━┈---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┈━═☆ Oh, lovely, wonderful, extraordinary day~! Kade was skipping his whole way up the stairs, humming the lullaby that he sang to Yoakim Jr. at night so he dreams of his wonderful daddy that will someday come~! For now, the kid was at school, while Kade had been left at home to do.. nothing. But, doing nothing was scary for the man – it made him think and he had gotten by well enough without doing that pesky task. He already had an answer to every one of his problems! He hated it when his head kept questioning stuff that no longer needed a question! So, to avoid sitting bitterly and angrily at home, as some may be shocked to know Kade was very capable of, he started to call the post office on repeat, just to see if his one true love had sent him any letters in the mail yet! There wasn't any phones in Africa's diamond mines, after all, so of course he wouldn't call him! But, he would write to him by candlelight on how much he misses his lover~! Unfortunately, no one seemed to be in at the post office that morning – no matter how many times he dialed that number, he didn't get one response outside of the answering machine! He had taken his cell phone and left to the government offices himself, since obviously the phone was dead! But, just in case, he kept redialing on his walk over.
Now, he was inside the building, his blue eyes scanning the area with a curious gaze. He hadn't been in here for a long while.. The peacocks were new! So pretty~! He smiled as he saw a peacock just walk right by, a poor woman with a baggy and scoop following the little wandering group around as this was her shift as pooper scooper. Oh, the things Gaston's servants had to do~! He waved at her and wandered around until he found the place he was looking for. The post office! No sign or map, but he had been here a few times before and Kade was pretty good with memorizing buildings like this. It was how he was the walking mall directory in the city~! He knocked on the door once.. twice.. forty times.. No immediate answer! Huh. He shrugged and pocketed his cell, opening the door himself. “Heeeelllllooo~?” He called out curiously, twirling around to look for someone until he spotted one, lonely soul. A man he hadn't seen before..! In the cutest set of earmuffs! He squealed and went around the counter to the back desk where he was seated, ducking to the front of the man to wave at his face. “Oh, my god, hi! I'm Kade! Who are you? I love your earmuffs! So retro~!”☆═━┈-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┈━═☆
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 11:49 am
Ciel jumped backwards away from his desk his earmuffs falling off as he did so. His face scrunched up in confusion and shock at the sight before him. A man was before him- no correction, leaning over his desk, his precious work unit, and shouting out random things. 'What... what in the seven hells is this man doing here? Kade was it? Kade? Who the hell names someone Kade anyways? Anyways, how the hell did he even get here?' Ciel thought, slowly inching away towards the wall. He gulped hard, trying his best to think of answer to give to this crazy blue-haired man in front of him. 'If I say something wrong, he might hurt me... he looks like the type to do it too!' Picking up his earmuffs, he took in a deep breath, he decided on what to say.
“My name is... Ciel, and if you really... want my earmuffs, you can have them... Just uh... calm down okay?” Ciel asked carefully, hoping not to explode more emotions from this... Kade person. He slowly slid the earmuffs over to Kade, not wanting to have any chance of touching him. Trying to put his best fake smile on, not wanting to show his disgust/confusion, he waved bye and made his way to the door.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
♤ C۰I۰E۰L XXXXX R۰O۰M۰A۰N۰O۰V ♤
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 8:06 pm
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----------------------------------✪★✩Ⓚade✩★✪ ☆═━┈---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┈━═☆ Kade stared at Ciel as the mailman handed him his earmuffs and started to walk off. That was weird.. and so.. serendipitous! He just got something wonderful without even expecting it – how lucky was he?! He smiled as he looked at the dark gray, puff earmuffs that were just handed to him, squeezing the fluff giddily. So soft! He giggled and slipped them on, paying as much attention to Ciel's escape as he would with his own child! Basically, Kade was a crappy parent. Lucky for him he would soon have Yoakim to help him take care of junior! Until then, Theresa was doing a decent job. But, bad attention span or not, Kade still knew to be polite. He had turned on his heel to give the man a big hug and thank him for handing him the earmuffs, but he was heading out the door! “Oh, poo!” He muttered with a small frown in disappointment – did he have to leave? He bounded after him, hooking his arm with Ciel's as soon as he reached him,
“Do you have to go, Mr. Mailman? Oh, I'm sorry, Ciel~? We were becoming such quick friends, you know, and I don't have anything to do since my son – who's called Yoakim Jr., by the way, he's named after his father – is at school! We should go out together. Where are you going? Lunch break? I know a nice place to have lunch! It'll be really fun! Oh, oh, and, and! We should go out around town together! To the park! Or the store! Oh.” He stopped halfway through dragging the poor man out of his office, turning towards him completely to give him an apologetic look. He clasped his hands together, “But, um, before we go? Can you check to see if you got any mail to the Waldroup residence? I'm waiting on a letter from my honeybunny and he hasn't sent me it yet, so I was just checking to make sure he didn't write it wrong or if you just forgot it or something, you know?” He stopped and stared at him pleadingly, letting go of his arm so the man could move.☆═━┈-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┈━═☆
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