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 Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 1:54 pm
The woman sitting in the chair tensed suddenly and lifted her legs in apprehension at the feel of something foreign on her legs. Brimstone would have to act quickly. Looking left to right, he saw nothing that might help him so he did the only thing he could think of.
He jumped.
He jumped hard.
Arms wide open, Brim leapt into the woman's lap, tossing his arms around her neck and shouting, "Play!" It was degrading to act like such an idiot, but Brimstone wouldn't let anything get in the way of Operation: Fort.
The stunned woman neatly pried his arms from around her neck, making stern eye contact with the boy. "No," she said flatly, letting her irritation ripple out toward him. "Go play somewhere else, you heathen." Lagging for a moment, Brimstone kept his seat on her lap, watching for Brownie's move, before he quietly slid off without a word to toddle back over to the fort in mock obedience.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:03 pm
Brownie turned at Brim's outburst, unaware of the fact that she was the one who had made it necessary in the first place, but grateful that it was taking attention away from her for the time being. It was only now that she was within grabbing distance of the rack that she realized she might have overestimated her abilities as a master thief.
She started by simply pulling, which was successful but only slightly less noisy than the elderly woman's scolding. A split-second decision had two of the rack's legs resting on the end of Brownie's skirt and two in the air, held by the toddler's rapidly tiring arms. She dragged with all her might, finally making it out of the vicinity and to the relative safety provided by the next row of dryers. A short walk/drag later and Brownie was back at the fort, tired but otherwise unscathed.
"Thanks," she said, not immediately clear about what she was thankful for. "Needed old lady to get 'way."
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 10:10 am
Safely back at headquarters, Brimstone turned to face Brownie now, pulling the magazine rack even closer to form more of a wall around the two children. He heard the young girl's words, but only nodded in response. A real commander doesn't let compliments go to his head. "Good," came his monosyballic response as he slid down into a sitting position.
The once shabby wall was now a semi-shabby fortress, and for two toddlers, that was quite a feat in and of itself. What they needed now was a celebration! "Hungry," Brim declared flatly before unceremoniously inching out of the fortress. He found his way to Akina's bag--though she still sat unaware in her chair--and rifled through it for a few moments. His face contorted in frustration until finally erupting in triumphant glee.
Stuffing some unseen object under his shirt, he returned to the fortress and sat opposite Brownie as a large mischevious smile spread itself across his youthful features. With a flourish, he whipped out two juice boxes and a baggie of cheerios, popping a few in his mouth before offering them to Brownie in what could seem to be some kind of peace offering.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 10:07 am
Brownie grabbed a juice box and a handful of Cheerios greedily. It wasn't every day that she built such an awesome fort, and she was hungry and more than a little tired as a result. She looked around at their creation and smirked with satisfaction.
Smerdle's head snapped up as one of her dryers stopped and began beeping, a horrible sound normally reserved for alarm clocks and fire engines. She jumped to her feet and opened the door, but the noise continued with its requisite five shrill tones. "I'm right here," she muttered, sure that everyone was staring. She had removed all of the clothes from her first dryer and was working on the second before she noticed the... pile of crap Brimstone and Brownie were sitting in. "Hey, um, Brownie? We've got to go soon."
The little girl didn't look up, but she narrowed her eyes and bit at the straw in her mouth. "'Kay," she said darkly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:22 am
(( Thanks! ^^ ))
Nearly in chorus with Smerdle's dryer, Akina's washer churned to a slow halt, chugging and beeping to let it be known. The elf glided from her seat, practically tripping over the fort that Brim and Brownie sat in. She opened her mouth to speak (or scold) for a moment, but then simply shook her head as she passed the pair. My son, she thought, is only going to get more or more mischevious as he grows. Save me. Agile hands flipped the lid of the washer open as Akina searched for an empty dryer to begin dumping her things in to so they could finish up as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, Brimstone was watching Brownie curiously, keeping pace with her as he ate his own Cheerios and juice. "What now?" he asked, giving her an opportunity to take charge. The fort was big enough, but now, it was time for games. Apparently, the nuclear Shattered had just ignored that Smerdle was about to take his playmate away.
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