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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:30 pm
Niksia had been careful enough to pack a little bag before leaving on this so called 'babysitting' job. The ad had been a touch on the strange side, enough to make her want to be prepared. With the small variety of objects slung over her shoulder, she made her way out to the address in question...
She only got a little lost along the way, slightly out of breath by the time she found the right place. Scarred fingers, half hidden in her gloves, raked through her mess of red hair to put it in order. Niksia yanked nervously on the hem of her sleeveless black top and took a deep breath.
A gentle rhythm of fingertips played against the door, her strange little effort of knocking.
Don't sweat it, this isn't the worst thing you've had to do... She thought she believed herself.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 2:52 pm
Sevilin wasn't going to get it. He stayed right on his couch, playing his video games, glaring at the screen as if he had a personal vendetta against it.
The door rattled again and he put on his headphones, blocking out the noise as We`rika ran around like a chicken with its head cut off getting ready for work.
"Where ******** is th'babysitter?!" The Huichol headed for the door, picking up his keys, phone and wallet. "Well yer jes hafta deal withou' one cause I gotta go to work..." He didn't even bother saying goodbye as his ward was not paying attention. He opened the door and screamed. "Jesus Christ! ... Have you been waitin' ou' here long?" The Huichol looked back at Sevilin. "Very mature, Sev... Sorry, come in. Sorry bu' I gotta go to work..." Squeezing past Niksia, We`rika left, praying this girl survived the day.
All the while, Sevilin said nothing, he didn't even look over. He just kept playing his game.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 6:25 am
Not being the type to presume, Niksia never gave a thought to trying the door to let herself in. Ingrained habits were a pain like that but she'd gotten used to that a long time ago. Concerned that she'd gone to the wrong address she had decided to wait just a little longer, when the door opened in front of her.
At least they both got frights, Niksia's ears pinning back in that very human display of awareness. She smoothed her mass of hair down nervously as she shrugged at We'rika.
'Not long, worse things in life.'
As he slid past her on his way to work, noticeably stressed and possibly late, Niksia watched him briefly. I wonder if being able to say stranger things is bad...
She closed the door as she entered, leaning on it thoughtfully while she looked at her charge for the time being. A pair of headphones surrounded by a fetching shade of cyan blue. And fin like ears pinned under those headphones. Oh dear. Niksia had that funny feeling and the comment about salt water came back to her, he really hadn't been joking about that.
'Oh shoot.' Swearing was still an art lost on her. 'First a pair of pets you don't find in any shop and now a kid with fins, why am I no longer surprised?'
The aura in the room wasn't exactly welcoming but if she was put off by that she might as well walk back out again. Instead, Niksia sat on the couch arm furthest from her blue haired charge. Sitting closer was asking for trouble, easier to get a better feel for the mood first. She sat her bag next to her and rummaged around, pulling out a bottle of water and drinking it while she watched.
This could be a nightmare or an adventure, time to find out which...
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