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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:32 am
: FUBAR :
“Aye’, Anyeh.” “Hmm?” “Lettah for you. Says sumthin’ ‘bout how sum man’s cah was dented ou’side the bah? Yew reh’ly need to wotch those drunkahds, they’re gunna get yew sued one day.” A single cyan eye peeked over the top of the magazine and roved the room until it caught sight of the black and pink haired Sven sitting at one of the bar’s tables. Anya sat in her tall swivel chair behind the bar quietly for a second, as if honestly worrying about the possibility of getting sued, before she raised a hand above her head and waved it about as if lazily trying to hit a fly. “Ya ya, later,” she replied, and then chuckled lightly to herself as she watched her sister roll her eyes and go back to doing…well…whatever it was she had been doing. And so, on that note, Anya did the same. However, upon flipping through a few pages of her magazine, the single-eyed Sven found herself thinking back on what her sister had said a few minutes ago, but not on the whole thing about getting sued one day, but more on the fact that someone had actually sent a letter complaining how their car got scratched outside her bar? What’d they want her to do, pay the damages? WHAT. A. JOKE. The rabbit had to laugh silently to herself on that one. The nerve people had sometimes. It’s probably some rich pansy guy, she thought, they’re the only one’s who’d ever complain. They always come in thinking it’s some sort of club or something and then get pummeled by one of the regulars because they insulted someone, which then leads to some police thing, or threat, getting slapped on HER a**. Why? Because the rich vacationers are too blind to notice the lines of motorcycles, pick-up trucks, and muscle cars outside the door; too deaf to hear the hearty roars of laughter, the totally country music, and the loud smack of pool balls hitting one another; and too stupid to put those two together and get a “ruff-and-tumble time” on the other side of the equal sign. EVEN THE BAR’S NAME ADDS TO THE ATMOSPHERE: F.U.B.A.R.. “******** up beyond all recognition!” Anya rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. Who the hell would name their club “FUBAR”? There aren’t any clubs on Miami Beach that have a military slang term for a name, are there?! Okay, so the bar was on the beach, but for Christ’s Sake… Anya was now all up in herself as she crossed her arms and glared down at the bar top, letting out an exasperated sigh that was dripping with deep annoyance. She had gotten herself so worked up that she didn’t even see Isaac coming around the corner with something in his hand, or her sister, Rann, snickering behind her hand at her table…She didn’t hear or notice a thing until someone yelled- “OI, ANYER, CATCH!” “Huh, what!? OH s**t!” Anya was jolted out of her stupor as she heard her name and turned in her chair just in time to see Isaac lob a mug from the other end of the bar. Flailing like an idiot, she turned in an attempt to catch the flying object and leaned completely back in her swivel chair. Her fingertips brushed the smooth surface of the mug, her finger actually linking around its handle, before all was slashed when a loud creak, followed by a harsh crack and a snap, exploded from the wooden chair and dumped its contents (AKA Anya) onto the plastic matted floor. “OOMPH!” Laying on her back in the broken seat, eye staring up at the slightly spinning ceiling, tall rabbit ears were filled with the sound of the cackling laughter of her sister and the loud roar of Isaac. She blinked for a second and tried to clear her head before rolling onto her side. …It was then that she noticed the mug was plastic. “ISAAC!” Anya hollered as she pulled herself up to the bar top with mug in hand and a death glare (which she REALLY whished was a laser beam) coming from her eye. She looked over at one end of the bar and saw Isaac’s ears, antlers, and hand, peeking over the top because he was sitting on the floor doubled over in laughter (and most likely hiding). And then she looked over at Rann who was burying her head in one arm and slapping her table top with the other. She lobed the plastic mug at Isaac’s antlers where it made contact with a satisfying ‘thwack’. “OW!” “I ought a shoot you in the ear for that!” Anya threatened as the male Sven as he came up and smacked the mug onto the bar top. “Aw, now ya would’n wan ta do tha’, yal geh’ a ‘ole in the wall.” Anya wrinkled her nose at the white-haired Sven as he continued to chuckle. Out of whole six guys who had been in her gang back in Abruna, she got stuck with the most boyish one of the lot. She muttered, and then sighed silently as she shot him another glare. “Oh go cook yourself,” she spat and then moved over the bar and into the seating area. She heard him laugh again. He never took any threat or insult she threw at him seriously, and neither did Rann. In fact, in the whole thirty-plus years or so they’d been together, these past five or six years especially, none of them had ever taken insults personally. They always respected each other and each other’s talents and skills, even more so during those years back in Abruna and warfare. …Almost any body that lived through those days got their respect. ------ Many minutes passed and Anya calmed, Rann stopped laughing, and Isaac finally gave an apology Anya accepted. Cigarettes were lit, beer passed out, and everything was going back to being all honky-dory. And then there was a knock at the door. Anya puffed out a wreath of silver smoke and raised a brow at the heavy wooden door. She waited for another knock, but it never came. Shrugging, she looked back to Rann and Isaac, who had also been looking at the door, and simply stated, “probably some illiterate who couldn’t read the ‘closed’ sign.” “Or tha’ bloke with the scratched cah. Yew shh’go see.” Anya snorted at her sister’s words and took another drag from her cigarette. She could feel her sibling’s eyes on her. She looked up, and yep, there they were. “What?” “Go see.” “Rann.” “Anyeh.” Anya attempted to give her a stare down, but then gave up when Isaac joined in. …Bugger… “Goooooooooo.” “YA YA, I’m going, I’m going.” Anya finally got up from her seat and went to the door and opened it. There was no pansy man. Not even a car. …There was only a…cabbage? A cabbage. What. The. Hell? Anya picked up the leafy vegetable and just stared at it in total confusion. Was this some kind of joke? If so, it was a really stupid one. Why couldn’t it have been that guy who carries around those huge-a** checks with a million dollars written on them? She deserved one of those after having this place for four years and putting up with the s**t she’s gotten! “Wha’ is it?!” Anya turned around and showed them the stupid thing. “A cabbage.” There was a moment of silence and then…well…The empty bar exploded with roaring laughter, leaving Anya to only mumble one word in total annoyance as she watched her two friends fall out of their chairs. … “Fubar.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 4:27 pm
:: How to care for a cabbage:
1. Harry Potter
2. House Elves
3. Skivvy freezing :: Outside, Gambino was gray. A light mist hung in the air and moistened the sands of the beach and cooled the once blistering pavement. On the horizon, there was a promise of rain, or at least a drizzle. It had already sent the wind to set up its grand entrance as it tussled summer dried leaves over the ground and caused the cyprus tree to slap its lower branches against the roof of the white slatted beach house. “That weather man is so full of s**t,” grumbled the single-eyed Sven as she lifted her chin off the small round kitchen table. She looked out the white paned window and watched the dank world float by along with a couple of bent over old ladies. “The bastahd’s ‘olways wrong,” said Rann from the adjacent room. “Yeah.” Anya shifted her gaze up towards the ceiling as the house moaned from abuse it was getting from the cyprus outside. She muttered something incoherent and then turned around in her chair and watched her sister walk in through the door-less doorway and stop at the sink. “What’re you doing?” She asked as she watched Rann fill a pink spray bottle with water and start misting the cabbage that sat in the window box. “Wahterin’ yer cabbage. Y’haven’t done a damn thing to it since th’day ya fownd’iht.” Rann continued to spritz the leaves, but stopped her actions when she heard a snort come from Anya’s direction. “Misting the leaves isn’t going to do a damn thing, Rann. That’s why I put it in a pot. You poor the water into the soil for the roots, you don’t poor it over the leaves. Leaves don’t absorb water. I thought bomb expert would know that.” Anya snorted again in small laughter. She watched as Rann looked from the spray bottle to the cabbage, to her, then back at the spray bottle before putting her hands on her hips. “’Ow does bein’ an explosives spesh’list make me a plahnt guru?” Rann asked and lifted a brow. Anya only waved a hand in dismissal. “That’s not the point.” “I dun see why noht.” “It just isn’t.” “Why?” “Because I say so.” Anya nodded her head curtly in finalization before she watched her sibling widen her eyes in some sort of disbelief. “Yew ah such a wankah, yes know tha’, right?” “Of course I do,” Anya replied and gave a triumphant child’s grin. “Now,” she began again quickly before her sister could yell something, “just pour the rest of the water around the dirt and your nurturing will actually be of some use.” “I shewd pouh it on your ‘ead.” “Ah ah aaahh, think of the cabbage~” Anya chided. Rann crossed her arms. She wasn’t amused. “It’s your cabbage, Anyeh.” “Yes, but you’re my house elf!” Anya watched Rann’s eye twitch. “I’m your what?” “You know, ‘house elfs’? From Harry Potter.” The one-eyed Sven giggled like a kid silently to herself as she watched her sister stare at her as if she was some sort of alien with four heads and three boobs. “That’s it.” Anya stopped giggling and took note of Rann’s tone. “What?” “Your skivvies ah sew getting’ frozen t’night.” Anya’s jaw fell. “You wouldn’t dare!” “Would too!” “Why don’t we go to Issac’s? He’s due!” Anya blurted. She grew hopeful as she watched her sister contemplate this and nod. “Yeh… Yeh he is due. …We’ll go ovah t’night. We can take th’ cabbage.” “Oh no doubt. It definitely has to see this. It’s part of growing up and necessary for all…young healthy cabbages?” Outside the sky was still dark and the old bent women were still making their way down the street, but now inside the white beach house there was light. Yeeeeeey house elves and skivvies.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:31 pm
: Oh sweet Jesus, CALL ANIMAL CONTROL...OR THE MIB:
”Oh how could she do this to her poor mama? –,” the sobbing and dramatized voice of actress Brenda Blethyn sounded from the TV and floated out into the front porch as Anya entered the house.
“Good lord, you got that loud enough?” She asked, yelling over the movie voices at her sibling who was laying over on the couch and so engrossed in what she was watching that she hadn’t heard a thing. Anya walked over with her grocery bags and glanced at the screen before she raised her leg and nudged her sister’s knee with her foot. “ What on earth are you watching? A bad soap opera?” She asked marginally, a brow raised to show her annoyance with the whole volume issue. Rann looked up and immediately put her finger over her mouth and gave a loud “SHUSH!” …which only resulted with a kick in the shins. The pink and black haired Sven figured she’d better answer for the sake of her limbs. “It’s Pride and Prejudice. Th’family jus’ found out tha’ one of theyr daugh’ers ran off with sum wanker bloke an’ nuw thur ‘ol upset. So SHUT UP!” Anya stared at Rann incredulously for a second before she screwed up her face and gave a high-pitched childish mimic, “andsheranoffwithsomewankerbloke and oh my god!” The Sven dubbed the show boring and hitched up her grocery bags and moved back towards the kitchen, stopping to turn down the TV volume despite her sister’s huff of protest. Setting down the two bags on the small table, she could hear that the movie had just gotten a bit louder again…but at least it still was no longer as loud as before and the neighbors could no longer hear it. Taking out the food items, Anya shook her head in thought and then turned to move and put a few things in the fridge… and that’s when she, well, screamed. Vegetables, milk, and Anya went in ten different directions and then eventually landed on the floor. The one-eyed Sven scrambled into a sitting position just as the other Sven skidded into the room with an urgency that would’ve been suitable if there was an armed robber holding someone at gunpoint. Following Anya’s wide-eyed gaze, Rann’s own eyes soon became saucers at the sight she saw on the kitchen counter. Oh how she wished it had been an armed robber that had made Anya scream, because then she would’ve know what to do, but no, what she saw was much, much, MUCH worse. There on the kitchen counter, amidst a couple broken dishes and a spoon, sat a child. Or well…at least that’s what the sister’s thought it was, for it didn’t look very “normal.” It had a human torso and arms, of course, and a human head, but where there should’ve been human legs and such…there was a lion’s body. And on the lion’s body, where there should’ve been a lion’s tail, there was a long black-scaled serpent’s tail. And then to just add on some more weirdness, there were a pair of feathered wings attached to the child’s back. In the kitchen sink, Anya could see the remains of the cabbage as well as broken put pieces and soil sticking up slightly over the side. “Rann…?” Anya asked, almost shakily. She watched as the chimera-looking child flicked its golden eyes on her, giving her a look that was normally reserved for hunting cats “Call Isaac and tell him to bring over that dog kennel cage thing he has, and while you’re at it…call the M.I.B.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:33 pm
::What should we call it? Fred?::
“Soooooooooo, wuh’ is it?” Drawled Isaac as he slumped further down in the armchair in the living room. He glanced over at Anya across the room as he tapped a pen on his bottom lip in rhythm with his silently tapping foot. He could feel the evil glare from the monster kid in the cage a few feet in front of him, but he continued to watch Anya, who only turned around and snorted. “How the hell should I know? It came from the cabbage, for Pete’s sake.” Anya walked across the room with her arms crossed over her chest, head bowed slightly as she continued to think of the… problem that had been thrown at her. At the base of the staircase, she paused for a moment and the others in the room lifted their heads in some anticipation and hope that she had come up with something… but they only slouched back down and sighed – Rann smacking her forehead back into her palm – as Anya whirled around and threw her hands in the air. “SINCE WHEN DID s**t COME OUT A CABBAGE?!” The holler rose up at the ceiling and Anya walked forward and paused at the side of the crate the thing was in. “Especially something pronounced living,” she muttered resentfully as she squatted down and looked through the thick wire crosshatching at the kid, who replied with a sharp glare and a hardy ‘thwap’ of its tail. The Sven only rose back to her feet and retorted with a hit of her own, which almost sent the cage toppling onto its side. The contents hissed, but Anya paid no attention. “ANYEH!” “Whaaaaaat?” Anya looked up at her sister, who’s hand was positioned in a “what the ********?” pose out to the side. “Dun hit th’ dahm cage. The li’ul bugga’ is a living thing af’a ‘ol,” commented Rann towards her sibling’s incredulous expression… though all her words seemed to do was cause Anya to turn towards Isaac in his chair and point a hand in her direction. Isaac looked up from the cage again and sought out the “kicker’s” face. Anya raised a brow to coax him to respond and side with her, but he just shrugged and tapped his pen against his lip again. “Hey, I ain’t get’en in ta’ this.” He shrugged again and twitched a tall white ear… which was immediately pinched. “OW! Tha’ hurt!” “Yeah, well that’s what you get.” Anya moved to smack his head, but she stopped midway and walked past him, much to his relief. Taking a seat on the couch besides Rann, Anya steepled her fingers and lightly balanced her chin on their gray tips. “Rann,” she half whined and half sighed, “heeeeelppp…” She slide her single cyan eyes to its corner to attempt to see her sibling, though she only came in contact with her blind spot. Rann turned her head, her own chin now in her palm with her black finger tips on her upper lip. “Wasn’ there en’ehthing with th’ cabbage remains, o’ even on the bar’s front step, that migh’ explain this?” She asked, her voice half muffled from her fingers. She watched Anya’s eyebrow rise in thought and hoped for the best. “Ummm…IIII,” Rann’s hopes continued to rise, “…no, “ they fell, “maybeee…,” they rose, Anya got up, and they rose even higher. “Well?” Anya put a finger to her chin and then moved back towards the staircase, the cage, and Isaac’s chair. “Hold on,” she said back towards Rann before she stopped at Isaac’s side and jostled his shoulder. “Move move.” “I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” he sat up, pen still in hand, and watched as Anya dove at the cushion and pulled it back, extracting a rather crumpled sheet of paper in the process. “Tha’ the magical lettah tha’ll explain all?” He asked, silently praying that it was. Anya remained silent for a moment as she scanned the paper, leaving those around her to sweat until she finally parted her lips and said, “I do believe I found it-“ “-What the ‘ell was ih’ doing in th’ chair?” Interrupted Rann as she came over and tried to look at the holy grail of papers. The one-eyed Sven looked at her and rolled her eyes a little. “I fell asleep here that night, remember? It must’ve fallen out of my pocket or something and then got wedged under by Isaac’s fat a**.” To her other side Isaac smacked her shoulder and then tried to hop backwards as she smacked him back. “Hey!-“ “-Stop interrupting,” she snapped, cutting him off as she looked back towards the paper. In the corner of her eye she could see him mimicking her, but she took no action against it and just started to halfheartedly read the paper allowed. “Congratulations, you’ve been blahblahblah selected to care for a Cabbage Patch chil-,” “-Isn’t that a toy?” “ISAAC!” “Okayokay…” Anya glared at him for a moment in one last warning before she turned her attention back to the material in her hands and started reading again. “To care for a Cabbage Patch Child. Blahblahblah the child grows in the cabbage and blahblahblah when it hatches you must…blahblah return the cabbage to headquaters-,” “-headquarters? Wha’ is this, sum top secret baybeh op’ration?” This time the interruption came from Rann, who looked up innocently at her sister when she felt someone staring at her. “What?” “AS I WAS SAYING,” continued Anya with a death glare to her sister, “the cabbage remains must be returned to headquarters. Blahblahblah or you can leave it on your front step and blahblah.” The Sven fell silent for a moment as she continued to read further down, her lips moving slightly but no noise coming out. “Volume?” Chimed Isaac. “Your child is a living life form and thus should be treated as one-,” “-Told yew,” added Rann. Anya went on. “They grow, act, blahblahblah like normal beings and blahblah. They grow at faster rates. Blah blah…basically it says to name it and be happy…. Oh joy.” She folded the paper and lazily chucked it back onto the chair. “Sooooooo,” drawled Isaac again as he crossed his arms and turned to look at the kid in the cage. “What’re ya gunna name ih’?” Rann blinked and moved around the chair to look at the child as well and took a seat on the arm of the chair. “Maybe… no, tha’ wood’nt fit.” “What wouldn’t?” Asked Anya and she looked over at her sister. She hadn’t thought of anything yet and was hoping someone else would have an idea. “Evangeline.” Anya raised and brow and then turned to Isaac, who then looked at the little devil in the cage. A second later and they were both cackling in laughter. “OH YEAH, that one fits!” Anya snorted and slapped her knee sarcastically. “Wha’ ‘bout Fred?” Offered Isaac, who had stopped laughing and was still watching the kid. “Fred? An’ yew thought my idear was bad.” Rann snorted at this herself and crossed her arms. “Fred’s a good name. ‘Ave a bloke at work named Fred.” “Fred’s a guy’s name,” commented Anya, then added quickly, “and it doesn’t fit, either.” Isaac looked at her and raised a brow. “How d’you even know iht’s uh gurl?” “Woman’s intuition, love. Don’t question it.” Anya turned away from him and loosely folded her arms. She looked over to her sister, but only met an empty spot where her sister had once been. “Raaaaaaannn? YOU CAN’T BAIL NOW.” “I’m not bailin’.” Rann came back down the stairs with a book cracked open in one hand, her eyes sifting down the pages. “What’s that?” “A baybeh name book, Anyeh.” “Why the bloody ‘ell d’yew have tha’?” Isaac asked, his face contorted in pure confusion as he pointed to the book. Rann raised a brow and glanced up at him with a “********” look. He dropped his hand. “Wha’ ‘bout Emily?” “Noooooo.” “Anna?” “NO.” “Jan- screw tha’ one. Kylie?” “I still like Fred…” “Shut up, Isaac. And no, not Kylie.” Anya looked back at Rann and sat down in the armchair, the paper crumpling under her. “Find something more uncommon and cool, PLEASE.” “Lilith? It means ‘evil’.” “….No.” “Fer christ’s sake then, Anyeh, yew find one!” Rann tossed the book onto Anya’s lap and then flopped onto the couch where Isaac had already made it his mission to take up every inch of space. With the bickering of “move ovah!” “make me” “I’m goin’ ta sih’ on your fayce!” sounding in the background, Anya propped up the book and reopened it. She thumbed through the pages, glancing at a few names on each one while she silently wished there was some sort of “find” button to help narrow her search. So far all the names she had read were quite dorky and common, and she soon became floored with all the different versions of the name “Mary.” She couldn’t even understand why someone would even name their kid “Mary.” It was a sucky name… An hour must’ve gone by and Anya hadn’t even noticed that the bickering had turned to snores, indicating that some sort of compromise with the couch had been made and that boredom lingered heavily in the air. Looking up from the book, she stared at the cage in front of her where inside the kid seemed to have also had enough and had fallen asleep…or at least something that hopefully resembled sleep. Anya raised a brow and flicked an ear as she rolled a single name in her head. “Hey, guys,” she said, though no response came. Her raised brow of thought turned to one of confusion as she moved in her chair and looked behind her at the couch where she noticed her compadres were sleeping. “OI, YOU TWO!” she yelled and chucked the book in their direction. It landed with a thud just short of the couch and one of Isaac’s feet… but it seemed to arouse them… sort of. “Huh, wuh?” “I’m naming her Keres, okay? It means ‘demon’ or ‘evil’ or something.” Isaac looked around groggily and nodded, raising a hand in the air that fell back onto his chest a second later. “Ya, sure. Nice.” His words of acknowledgement were soon replaced by soft snores Anya furrowed her brows for a second, but just ended up rolling her eye and heaving herself up from the chair. She slapped her hand down on the light switch and the room was cast into darkness for a moment until the light from the moon and streetlamp outside glided in across the carpet… though it didn’t aide Anya much and she still banged her knee against the side of the couch before she ungracefully flopped onto both Rann and Isaac, her head on a pillow on Isaac’s chest and her feet tucked behind Rann’s back. …They’d both be off the couch by morning and she’ll be the only one left, just as she deserved since she came up with the new little heathen’s name. Or well… the book’s author and the Greeks did, but since when did that matter?
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 4:02 pm
::: A Stroll In The Park :::PRP: Completed.Teh Pandy/Melchy Azumi/Keres Keres meets a feline counterpart and basically has the ultimate baby fighting match while Anya meets somebody who FINALLY has the right idea in raising one of these little hellions.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:30 pm
- Riddle Me This -PRP: In Progress.Azumi/Keres Drako/Taki Keres meets yet another feline counterpart (they're multiplying, aren't they?) and actually has quite a good time... while Rann has a very boring time. HO WELL.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 8:13 am
- It's a Christmas Party! No, seriously, it is -ORP: Finished on my part Keres meets up with Melchy for WWSmackdown II before becoming civil and meeting Chris, who she dubs as being the coolest looking person EVER. Anya runs into Katrina again, much to her relief, and meets some new faces before having to dash off with a screaming Keres in tow. All in all a good party.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:19 pm
After being let loose in the mall's playground, Keres meets up with Chris again and shows him some of her self-dubbed "mad skills". She soon becomes entranced by Sophia's pretty hair and after dragging a new child named Nataya over to fetch her, she's yanked away with the promise of ice cream.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:21 pm
They had given in. Tantrums, shouting, guilt-tripping (who on earth thought a 5-year-old could do that so well?) – it had all won out in the end.
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The house had been transformed into something like a Whoville replica mixed with some Jolly Fat-man up-chuck.
Rann had bought lights – white, blue, red, icicle, fat, small, long-strand, short-strand – and Anya had bought the tree. In compliance with Keres’ demands, gold tinsel covered everything, lights had been strewn around every doorway and window, and every perimeter of every single inch of floor – AND -- ceiling space had been outlined. If there hadn’t been a roof on the house, one could have seen the damn thing from the moon, glowing there like a holy spark amidst weaker dots… And because of such intense brightness, Anya had constantly slid in from the kitchen with Isaac in tow singing “I WEAR MY SUUUNGLASSES AT NIGHT~” while fat Aviators sat on their faces.
Keres hadn’t minded their shenanigans, though. She had gotten her way and Christmas had finally come to the “Rabbit” family. Everything had been perfectly set up (a feat she had never thought the Rabbits were capable of doing), and presents had appeared under the glowing, fat tree on Christmas Day just how all the TV shows said they would.
Glossy wrapping paper, silly bows, tangled ribbons – yup, it had all been there. The whole escaped had only lasted about… ten minutes or so, though, and with a box full of golden trinkets and other booty, Keres had skittered off into her room and left the three Svens sitting there in the living room in a pile of crinkled paper.
She had gotten almost everything she had asked for: golden bracelets, pretty things, coloring books, and crayons. She had even gotten a surprise gift from Anya – a golden hair ornament – as well as a gold ring from Rann and Isaac. Never knew they cared…whatever. Despite obtaining all that treasure, though, Keres had been missing something.
Why hadn’t she grown?
It had been a simple question; a simple wish. Why hadn’t that stupid fat man granted it?
For the next week she sat around in a sour mood… until New Year’s morning, that is.
“Ooohh. Myyyy. GOOOOODD!!!!” The exceedingly loud scream penetrated through the white bedroom door as easily as an elephant through a newspaper, and it bounced around the house and all its inhabitants' ears as loud as a foghorn.
“OHMYGODOHMYGOD!” Keres’s screaming came again and by the beginning of the third round, a frazzled Anya burst through the door.
“What in BLOODY BLAZES IS –“ the woman froze. Her chest stopped heaving. Her eye grew as large as a saucer. “God save us all,” she muttered in pure disbelief, as well as something that could have resembled some sort of horror.
A beaming, newly grown Keres, however, only stared back. A Cheshire-cat grin was plastered to her face as her hair sat atop her head like a bird’s nest, its longer self now a dark auburn instead of an “almost black”. Wings were larger, fuller and more of a golden hue than anything else while that lethal serpent’s tail flicked this way and that. …Those paws were bigger too.
“Raaaaaaannn…” Anya called, weakly, her mouth still slightly open in response to Keres’ growth and… almost creepy unchanging face.
“Wuht- holy…” Rann’s newly shocked voice sounded next to her sister’s shoulder.
“That’s not natural? Is that natural? I told you Miracle Grow wasn’t for cabbages.” Anya babbled on almost mindlessly as she pointed a slack finger at Keres and looked back and forth from her to Rann.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 7:14 pm
- Water for the small dude -[PRP] FinMB/Harper Azumi/Keres
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:20 pm
- The Ocean Breaths Salty -[PRP] DONETeh Pandy/Melchy Azumi/Keres
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 2:54 pm
- Sick-o - “Ya sure she doesn’t need a medic?” “Medic?” “Doctah -- Yew know whut I mean!” “Ya ya. She’ll be fine. She has a cold, she doesn’t need one…” Keres heaved a great sigh of annoyance and raised the volume on the TV to try and drown out Rann’s and Anya’s talking, but she lowered it a split second later when her head suddenly started throbbing. Stupid icky sickness. She half sat up on the couch, her four thick blankets over her head in such a way that she looked like some Middle-Eastern woman or some variation of a nun. She lifted up a fore-paw and retrieved a smashed box of Kleenex and wiped her running nose … which suddenly gave her a small bout of confusion as a question popped into her aching head: how come she couldn’t breath out of her nose even though it was running like mad? She groaned in mild frustration and gave another sigh before she moved her hand up to her face. Anya’s voice suddenly came from the kitchen, “Keres, you better not be rubbing your eyes!” Her tone wasn’t harsh, just stern, and Keres dropped her hand and tossed her tissue onto the floor to join the rest. “How’d you know I was gunna?” Keres asked, her voice raised only as loud as it could before her head started hurting… which wasn’t that loud at all. The Sven heard, though. “Because you’re a kid, and that’s what kids do.” She came around the corner with a cup of something in her hand. “And like all kids,” she began, “ you like to jump around in cold water in the middle of winter.” She handed the cup to the sphinx-girl, a small chuckle escaping her. “It wasn’t my fault…” Keres murmured. She took the cup – which she noted was full of some sort of juice – and sipped at it. “Stupid Mel. I hope he’s sick too.” She cast a glare into the cup of clear, amber liquid. Anya laughed again. “I heard that he is.” “Good. I hope his head hurts, and his body aches, and his nose runs, and –“ “Yeaaah yeaah, IIII’m sure he’s suffering just as much as you are.” Keres gave another glare and then sank back down onto the couch, her feline body sprawling out on its side. Anya asked if she needed anything, but Keres shook her head and the Sven moved back into the kitchen. Shuffling around for the remote, Keres switched channels and sipped her juice. Her body hurt, her wings were tender, her head ached, her face was hot, her eyes hurt, and she was confined to the couch. Even though she was being waited upon, being sick really did suck butt. …especially since there was never anything on TV.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:29 pm
Something small, cold, and wet snuffled into Keres’s ear, and the girl gave a small groan and shifted in her sleep. Delicate little… itchy things then touched her cheek, and a hand raised itself out from under white bed sheets and brushed it away. Gold feathered wings unconsciously opened slightly and twitched, and their primaries peaked out from under the covers. And for a few moments, nothing else intruded on the sphinx’s slumber, and a steady breathing once more filled the girl’s quite bedroom. That lasted for only a few moments, though, remember. Keres’s wings twitched unconsciously once more, and the peeping primary feathers were suddenly between two tiny, clawed paws, being tussled about and thoroughly roughed up. It was only when a sudden, but slight pang of pain, did Keres open her puffy eyes and give a groan. She laid still for a second, as if in a dazed stupor, and then turned her torso so that she could look over her shoulder and at her wings. Whether it was the fact that she had the flu and was currently dosed up on medicine, or some out-of-this-world-phenomena, the sphinx-girl kept surprisingly calm (though her arched brow showed definite confusion) as she watched a minuscule, white puffball kitten ferociously attack her beautiful feathers. As the kitten bounced across the sheets once more and shoved a feather into its mouth, Keres got the feeling that she was being watched… She slowly turned her kitten-curious eyes towards her bedroom door… and it was then that that curiosity dropped like a ten-pound weight and her eyes became half-lidded in a “What. The. ********.” expression as she looked at Rann, Anya, and Isaac, who were all crowded in her doorway, their eyes full to the brim with giddy amusement as they held their hands to their mouths to try and keep in the laughter that inflated their cheeks. It was like some ******** up cartoon. She swore it was. But the flu had a good wrap on her, and, at least for now, Keres didn’t have the energy to question the sanity and motives of the three bodies lurking at her. She did, however, give another groan, and then let her head fall back against her pillow. She threw her hands over her face with a ‘smack’ and her elbows went dramatically high into the air. She muttered something through her fingers, but it couldn’t be heard over the sudden outburst of roaring laughter that flooded in from the doorway. She had prayed for herself to get better … not for a kitten with little needle teeth that would undoubtedly be as annoying as a certain cat-boy who's name started with the letter M.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:43 pm
- Cat Can Has Name? -
While the initial… introduction of sphinx and kitten had been anything but amusing to the girl, Keres had steadily grown to like the little puffball, and a few had begun to brighten up; Keres’s flu had begun to lift, and the kitten was turning out to not be as annoying as a certain cat-boy. … “You know, that cat’s never going to learn how to move properly if you keep carrying her around like that,” Anya stated vaguely. Keres pushed the front door open more and moved out onto the porch where Anya sat in a wicker chair with her large, lapine feet up on the wood railing. The kitten in her arms gave a small mewl and the girl ran a hand over its little head. “She likes being held,” Keres retorted matter-of-factly and let the door close behind her. She felt a sudden tap on her foreleg, though, and glanced down at the Sven. “What?” “You’re still sick –“ “—So –“ “—It’s night. Blanket. Now.” Keres gave a dramatic groan and thudded her tail on the porch before she moved back inside. The door half-slammed shut, and the doorknocker rattled lightly. Everything became silent once more, and Anya was just about to settle back into her chair when the door reopened with a ‘WHOOSH’ and Keres came out, her futon comforter wrapped up around her human torso. “There, happy?” she asked aggressively. Before Anya could give any sort of comment, she slid down into an upright, laying position, which clearly stated that she wasn’t going to move. “Yep,” Anya replied with a quirked smirk. Keres watched her look at her from the corner of her single, blue eye, until the kitten mewed once more and prompted a change of subject. “What are you going to name her?” Anya asked innocently and looked down at the tiny feline that was camouflaged in the white comforter. Keres looked down at the kitten and gave a shrug of her shoulders. “Dunno,” she said. “I want something… elegant, because you said she was a … uh….” “Turkish Angora cat.” “Yeah, that. It sounds really elegant and sophisticated… that, and she has two different colored eyes.” Keres gave a small nod to herself and lifted the fuzzy kitten to her eye level, and then turned it towards Anya. The kitten blinked her green and blue eyes at the rabbit-eared woman, and then began to purr as she was petted. Anya brought her hand back to her lap. “I agree – an elegant name would suite her.” “Yeah, but I don’t know what…” Keres sighed and put the kitten back into her comforter nest. She puckered her lips for a moment as she stared off at a distant spot on the ground. A few minutes of silence passed, but nothing came to mind. “Anya,” the girl asked, fairly suddenly. “Hmm?” “From what I’ve heard, Abruna used to be elegant …or something. Did people have elegant names?” Keres looked up at the Sven and canted her head. “Yes… and no. It depends on what you think is elegant.” The sphinx-girl sighed in slight frustration. “Whatever – just list some!” Anya waved a hand in the air lazily. “Fine, fine. Keep your shirt on.” She tapped a foot against the railing for a few seconds. “Any—“ “Isabel, Isabo, Aislin, Evelise, Dana, Diana, Juliana, Raeza –“ “STOP.” “Re – what?” Anya asked as she quirked a brow. “That one! That one’s perfect!” “What one… I had a list going, you know. Raeza?” “NOOOoooo, Diana,” Keres clarified almost absentmindedly, as her attention had suddenly been shifted away from Anya and her help towards the kitten in her lap. “Diana fits perfectly…” Anya blinked, but nodded in agreement after a few seconds. “Diana it is then.”
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