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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 11:50 pm
The woman had thanked her~! ..But not in the right way! Didn't she know how to thank a kitty?! She had to pet her! Why wasn't she petting her?! Or.. or at least giving her a treat! This was boring! Why should she have to bother with this woman if she didn't understand how to treat her properly? The girl humphed and stopped her constant purring, going quiet to give the woman a moment to decide on what she should do to please the little kitten again. Catrina couldn't expected to gift her with her presence if she wasn't getting anything out of it, after all. “Miau.. I'm not in a costume, a-niaou.” She replied flatly, only making the nuances in her mews now. She tilted her head up at her and stared for only a second longer. She wasn't gonna get anything out of this, was – oh? Oh, oh, oh!! She smiled again and let go of the woman, bounding to her feet and dashing off without another word to the Chinese lady.
Right on towards the girl with the longest, blond hair she had seen yet~! She may know how to treat a cat right- OH. She stopped and turned around, forgetting all about the princess to stare at another cat. Smaller than her, yes, but it was still a local kitty.. who could be either a friend.. or something else. She crouched and started to tiptoe towards the little blond girl from behind, keeping her eyes surprisingly fixed. Once she was close enough to her, she circled around to her front and leaned in as close as she could, narrowing her eyes as she stared into the child's. “..Meong?” She said slowly, sniffing her hair, “Miaou miaou? Meeaaaow?!” She asked her again accusingly, scowling at her until she answered.
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Oh! So, she did like it? Zhi smiled brightly at River, even happier to hear that she thought she was pretty! And didn't want to have her hide her face?! Which meant she wanted to look at it some more and.. She felt her stomach twist up nervously and giddily – going to this festival was the best idea she could have ever had! She didn't normally blush, but it was hard not to when her idol had just called her cute. Not just polite cute, but cute as in 'she liked to look at her' cute! Which was much different and way better. She kept the helmet off and nodded at her maybe one too many times.
“That's so nice of you to say, River~! I think you're really cute too.” Pretty, cool, perfect, her idol – there were plenty other things she thought of River, but, right now, she decided to just return the compliment given. “..So, er..” She looked at where Alex stood, expecting him to be there but, to her own pleasant surprise, the man had left! Perfect! “Alex left. You want to hang out?” Even with how easy it was to say it, she still felt nervous and anxious to be alone with River for once. Before it had always been with Elliot or someone else, she hadn't tried going out with her alone~! This was gonna be fun!
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Nothing got rid of teenage angst and jealousy like raping a random weirdo! Conor felt way more relaxed after that, even with the nagging feeling in the back of his head that he was trying his best to ignore. Recently – to his own disgust – his conscience had been reborn! In the form of a little voice that sounded like Blaire, but he tended to block it out until after he had done something stupid. Like now. ..Well.. She had hit on them and it wasn't like she didn't like it! There wasn't much violence – right? Aside from Keith stabbing her a little, uh.. No, no, see, that didn't count since Conor didn't do it, it was Keith and – ********, like he could put blame on Keith.. That was.. pretty ******** stupid and.. holy s**t, it was wrong too, wasn't it? Oh, great. Getting rid of jealousy only created more ******** angst! What if Blaire found out?! What if the b***h talked and - … Conor's rampant thoughts ended when he saw Rose walk on out of the woods like nothing had happened and bump into some other guy to bat her eyelashes at him.
..'Kay, b***h was crazy and apparently didn't care. Conor could live with himself again. He looked at Keith and snickered, “Yeah, ******** whore.” He agreed with a shrug and glanced over the festival once again. Some new people, yeah, but he didn't see anyone he wanted to. Well, he could get his attention onto the pumpkins this time. It was kind of fun to do this again, felt weird. He hadn't participated in anything like this in the city and the last time he did this.. he hadn't actually done it before, had he? No, Conor had thrown a fit with Cliona because she got him the wrong colored hat, spending the day sulking and just watching the kids do their thing. He frowned at that thought and peered over at the other pumpkins for some kind of design to follow. Nothing? Uh, he liked.. cowboys. John Wayne! Yeah, ******** yeah! Pumpkin John Wayne! That would be epic~! He grinned eagerly and started to stab the knife in with as much precision as a blind monkey on speed would have to make his own poorly disfigured Wayne pumpkin. ..He was having fun, at least.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:19 pm
    __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage, Lucas Grey, Hayden Rusacanth, & Julia 'Julie' Beaumont - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire was just about to murder Lucas. Why? WHY!? Why had she been so stupid and made that bet!? ...Well at the time it seemed like easy money. But... then it wasn't money. The damn sappy pansy blond changed the rules to decide what the loser would wear to the Pumpkin Festival. Of course, her fury meant she lost. Not so luckily for her, Lucas chose a maid outfit for the teenager. A bit shorter than she would've liked to top it off. "Lucas..." "Don't. You lost fair and square." "Screw that! Come on! Look at this!" "...The agreement was we'd get to choose the other's costume-" "-but-" "-but nothing. It's not my fault that was in your closet." With that Blaire crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the teenager. "I hate you..." Lucas just shrugged it off, after all his bitches had to be like that. b***h in a good way! He was a pimp after all. They should probably get to work on their pumpkins... that is if Lucas was brave enough to leave Blaire alone with that knife. He wasn't sure just yet-Never mind too late... She was already stabbing that pumpkin... probably pretending it was Lucas. Kinda normal when he managed to pull off something like this. Hayden was just arriving at the festival... dressed as a hippie, no less. Now this time he would meet people! Yes he would. And hopefully people wouldn't die in the background. That would be bad. Again. Ans pretty sad. Which meant he would not be able to socialize if it meant the annihilation of the human race due to karma. Enough thinking~ Off to see the festival.This would be one of the many activities Julia would consider a second birthday party... by affiliation of course. Though kind of sad... well her initial plans had been sadder actually. Just sit in the library and read whatever... Instead news of the festival reached her and she decided to take out that dusty sorceress-witch hybrid costume to go out with. Of course she didn't use the wig, she had the straight long charcoal locks to go with it. As any tradition said, pumpkins must be carved, so she went to do that.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 10:55 pm
Keith wanted to keep slashing up his pumpkin, not even caring about the design he was doing. He just liked to imagine that the orange good coming out was a mix of blood and guts. Was there anything more good looking than blood and guts? He thought not. Unfortunately for him, Slutty ******** kept distracting him! How could she be alive! Or at least, how could she be so... not wounded? He had stabbed her, he was sure of it! Oh well, he must've missed... or just thought about it really, really hard. He did that once in a while. Calmed him down. He glanced at Conor's pumpkin that looked.... well, like a pumpkin that had been stabbed. Both of theirs looked pretty much the same, but no one would be surprised by that. With that thought, he noticed something else. A ******** slutty maid and her pimp, that was who. "Ah, ******** dude. Blondie and Snowwhite. There goes any hope of having some fun. Should have ******** staid in the room. Reminds me, We should go to city trip soon. Get some more ******** coke."
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:24 am
Ah, that egotism was enough to scare away that annoying conscience of his – or.. so he had thought. He kept hearing that whiny little voice telling him what he should be doing! It was starting to creep him out, since now it was way more.. real than before. What was she saying? “Screw that! Come on! Look at this!” Well, that was ******** weird. Look at what?! He didn't see anything wrong around him, aside from Slutty ******** hanging onto Alex's arm! Or was it that there were two Slutty ******** suddenly, though one was a lot hotter than the blond and wearing something completely different. It was then that that little voice piped up again – something about ******** hate? WHAT? Blaire hated him?! Imaginary Blaire hated him? What had he done?! ******** conscience, never explaining s**t!
“Snow-white?” Conor repeated in the midst of that confusing panic, looking back at Keith and following his line of sight to where Slutty – No, wait, that was Blaire stabbing a pumpkin! What was she doing wearing..? And looking so angry, too? The head down below replied to him in a snap. Why should he care? That was hot! What other chance would he get to see Blaire in a maid costume?! He wasn't into that costume s**t – unless it was with cowboys – but, damn. ..On a side note, Conor should begin to worry about all these different voices as of late, but he didn't seem to give a damn right then. Just wave it off as a result of drugs or something. “Yeah, yeah, go to the city – uh, what? ..Yeah.” He nodded at Keith with his eyes on Blaire. Coming with Keith was.. probably a bad idea. He had suggested it so they could go do something together – not like a ******** date, just to hang out elsewhere since he'd been only following Blaire around during these festivals. He had told himself he wouldn't go over to her this time, just watching her blatantly was enough for that day, but.. ********, he wanted to say hi.
“Dude, uh.. we could still have fun.” He started, finally looking at Keith. He didn't like saying it, but.. well. “Blaire's dressed like a slut, she'd be a better lay than ******** weirdo and there's, uh.. That chick.” He pointed over at some other girl in glasses – oh, he hated glasses, no regrets doing this. She wasn't dressed as slutty as Blaire was, but she was the closest girl he had caught sight of. “Bet you I could get Blaire before you get glasses.” Yes, just some friendly competition! That would end in sex with glasses girl and Conor getting to spend some time with Blaire. Maybe punch Lucas in the process and make this a perfect day!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 2:12 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 2:54 am
“Blaire wouldn't -” He started to snap at him, before shutting his mouth and taking a heavy breath in frustration. No, he wasn't going to argue with Keith over something stupid like this. ********, he hardly ever fought with Keith! Why should he start now?! “'Kay, fine.” He said curtly with a glance over at Blaire, attacking that pumpkin so cute- … ********, maybe he should avoid her. “McSlut was a slut.. Wouldn't mind something else sometime.” He muttered with a shrug, just because he was still irritated. He frowned at his pumpkin for a moment before speaking again, “When should we get to the city? Next week? Dunno, whenever the cyclops b***h let's you off.” Ever since Thomas died, Conor had been taking advantage of it to ditch whenever he felt like it~! No need hiding it anymore, Conor didn't have a ******** boss! That he knew of, anyway.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:11 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:56 am
He rolled his eyes when Keith pointed out he was sulking, scowling even more at how apparent it was. Though, he did perk up with what Keith offered. Free? Quick, easy, and a guaranteed win? ********, yeah! Right, that cheered him up enough to stop brooding! Though, he was still pissed that he couldn't say hi to Blaire.. It would have to wait, he guessed. He could just watch her for now. Which was more of a treat than usual as he doubted she was used to wearing something that short~! He could glimpse a bit more of her thighs from how she was bending to attack that pumpkin, then the tits.. Was he turned on? ********, yeah. Blaire wasn't here, though, so she couldn't see that and it wasn't like he gave a s**t who else saw it. ..Uh. Was that old lady here? After that dream, he sure as ******** didn't want her to see it. It was just a dream, but who knew what the old hag got her jollies from?
“Yeah, ice b***h don't got anything to do outside of work, probably.” He said with a snicker – he couldn't imagine ice b***h having anyone want to pay attention to her when she wasn't taking off her clothes. He didn't call her a b***h for nothing, after all, though she wasn't as ******** annoying as Integra. But, there were their plans. They left sometime next week and.. did stuff. Wait, a whole week..? Without Keith to.. disagree with him.. And with just him and Blaire.. That sounded ******** awesome. “Next week? Uh, ********, dude, we've been.. ******** watched like ******** during work since the old dude died. Don't think I can get more than an hour off. Think you can make the trip without me?” Of course he would, then Conor could get his time with Blaire and Keith wouldn't know a damned thing. ..He did feel a little guilty lying, but that was probably the Catholic b***h's fault. Damn her, instilling morals into his ******** system! Gonna take years to get rid of that s**t.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 2:43 am
He nodded, “Dude, you're gonna smell like you ******** a pumpkin for ******** ever. We're throwing those pants out, pumpkins smell nasty.” He mentally shuddered. He didn't hate pumpkins, really, but anyone would get tired of that smell after awhile and with how much he had scented this whole day? He would just be happy to get away from it. Unfortunately, Keith's accident would force them to put up with it for a much longer time than Conor wanted. He may be a little thankful to get rid of that smell by next week, though with Keith gone too.. Eh, it was only one week. He could handle it and so could Keith.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 2:58 am
Keith smiled back at Conor...well, if that could be considered a smile. He was still bummed about having to leave the island without Conor and pissed about the pumkin. So, instead a smile, it was more like a deformed grin. The boy said, trying to brush off as much of the goo as possible, looking at it falling on the ground. Bah, one of Gaston's many many pets would eat it off. It's not like they were ******** trying to keep the damn streets clean anyway. He glaced toward Conor's.... Bunny? Yeah, that looked like a rabit... "Are you done with that? What to go back home? I'm ******** getting tired. This place suck...meh, at least we got a ******** out of it." Yeah, that night was pretty awful from beginning to end.
//Exit?//
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 4:58 pm
 ~~~Gail Boyer~~~Gail just stared into space for a moment or two to take in what the man had said, and then burst out laughing, uncontrollably really! "I", she kept laughing, "think we've had a misunderstanding..." she tried to collect herself a bit more to actually be able to talk rather than randomly blurt out words between laughing fits, "We aren't mole people, we're just fairly new to the neighborhood and haven't been out much on account of Molly's constant fits she throws... But for the record, I do have special pumpkin pie recipes..." Oh it was so hard to keep from laughing again! Such a strange strange person she was talking to, as if she hadn't gathered that much from the beginning of their conversation, regarding her being there first and all.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 5:11 pm
Well... wasn't that a bummer. Neil pouted at the revelation they they were only a normal family of normal people. No mole at all... On that, he turned around, walking away with his head hanging low. Such a deception... unless... unless she was lying to him! Yes! That was it! She was trying to protect her identity as a mole! Why hadn't he thought about that sooner! He would need to spy on them from now on, using ever means possible! Quick! To the Neil-Cave!
//Exit Neil. I'm also closing the festival since it was suppose to be closed friday and I forgot. any unfinished business can be done in the Street Thread//
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:14 pm
Time past so fast! Last time Freja had checked the calendar, they where in Summer and now they were mid fall! Of course, she knew better than it just being time flying, but the whole island being under some sort of time spell! This was the obvious answer! Oh well, it didn’T mater because now it was Fall and that meant that she had the care of Xochiquetzal for the whole season! She was so happy to spend time with her daughter and to feed her REAL food, like Rattails! She knew that Stupid Mao gave her dog meat! Who fed dogmeat to a child, anyway? No, Rattail was much better for her! Would help her develop her brain and perfection her psychic abilities! She just knew that she would made a great witch one day! But for now, she made a really cute Pink Octopus. Xochi had picked it herself from an online shopping center! Just how was the little girl, not even two years old yet able to operate a computer, go on a costume website and pick an octopus costume for herself...? Well, Freja, being Freja, hadn't thought much about it. It was her daughter and she was special, so it was good enough for her. The woman herself wasn't dressed for the ocasion, but... other people might think otherwise, considering the clothes she was wearing....
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Someone that hadn't been going out a lot this year was at the festival. However, it was hard to know if this was a good thing or not, since that man was Neil. Yes, Neil had been neglecting himself lately! With learning everyone's secret, he had went into a little depression as to not know what to do with his life anymore and had just recently decide to get more and to actually get a decent social life for once. Yes! That was right! For once, he would try to get to know someone to get to know them and not to find out their little secrets! Of course, if wouldn't be deaf if he was to learn something juicy! He had even make an effort this year and had decided to disguise himself into something totally original and not expected of him: A Mouse Costume. Well, at first he had wanted to dress himself as a Rat, but Mister BoJangle had been a little bitchy rat and kept complaining that only him could be a rat, so Neil was stuck being a mouse. Oh well, as punishment, Mr. BoJangle was stuck at home being alone. Serve him right.
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Still keeping with the animal theme, Popcorn had came to the festival dressed up as, you would have guessed it, a A Monkey! Sure, it looked kind of silly, but it was the only good costume she could find in the storage room of the circus. Well, only costume that didn't make her look like a whore. Stupid Phileo, only buying slutty outfits even though she had told him countless of times that those were for Lucia, not for her! Or even Elliot... Yes, Sierra had started to notice that Elliot was more...endowed that she had first believed! Oh, the naughty drawing involving Elliot and Lucia she had been doing, heheehehehehehe~ Oh, right, right, she was at the festival, trying to spy on people and maybe, just maybe, find herself a little gay couple that she could [insertcensuredstuffnotsuitedforpg13guild]
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Finally breaking out of the animal theme was two kids arriving together... with a bunch of other kids and a very busy mother. For some reason, Keith and Yoakim both didn't felt like going to the festival, but their kids really wanted to go, so they were all dumped on Poor Ellie who was now bringing them to the festival. Well, she was already going, so why not make herself useful while she was at it? Keith, being Keith, had made as much effort into Quentin's costume as it was possible of him to do... which really was just grabbing a dirty bedsheet at the Inn, and shoving it on top of his kids. Quentin had to cut the eyes himself after bumping into a wall five times.
Wilhelm was a little more lucky on that reguards, with having parents that actually cared and was wearing a very normal Pirate outfit, ready to conquer the seven seas! Or at last make cowboy John admit that pirates where better than cowboys.
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