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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 7:38 pm
Woah! He went wide-eyed when she fell in, not sure whether to watch, turn it on, or pull her out. But he kind of liked this one, she made food and didn't fight him, so he climbed back up quickly, grabbing onto her flailing feet. "Stop movin! You're gonna get stucker!" With all his strength, which was a bit for a toddler, he pulled up, trying to get her out of the weird machine.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 7:46 pm
Ancelin stopped wriggling, whimpering as she held onto his sweater. Alright, he was pulling.. Now she had to push! Ancelin grabbed hold of the pole in the middle of the machine and pushed on it with all her might, trying to help Jack. And luckily she managed to get her legs over the edge agian. She bent her knees and then slowly flopped back on her butt, before holding up the sweater with a grin.
"We did it! We got out the sweater!" She said triumphantly, not even noticing the bleeding cut on her forearm holding the sweater.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:19 pm
Jack showed a bit of a smile, immediately noticing the cut. It wouldn't have bothered him, but she seemed like the kind of person who would care about something like that. "Hey, you've got a-" He stopped and lifted the sweater up, ripping a strip off the bottom of his tshirt. "Here, you's bleeding, this'll stop it from getting on stuff."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:34 am
Ancelin let out a loud 'eep' as she saw Jack rip his sweater.. Now ripped things didn't bother her. Just so long as it wasn't covered in dirt or grime. But when she saw the blood on her leg, she nearly instantly spazzed.
"An's bleeding! An's bleeding!" She gasped, looking around on her sides.. Oh no, she left her butt pack upstairs!
She was just about to jump and make a mad run for her butt pack, but paused when she saw Jack wrapping the strap of fabric around her knee... Well it would stop the bleeding for now, keep it neat. And in the mean time she would finish drying Jack's sweater.
"Thank you Jack." She said with a wide smile. "For someone who try to stab An, you not so bad." She said, before standing up agian. She made a faint wince from pain, before dropping the sweater on top of the pile of clothes on the dryer lid, before crawling down onto the floor.
"Now we just put all this in this hole, and turn it on!" She beamed, before realising she was missing one thing.
"Jack see the box with the little thin white pappers? An needs one so everything will come out soft!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:40 am
His smile dropped to a nonchalant frown as he reached over for the box and grabbed her one of the papers, holding it out to her in silence. Now, his mother would have told you he was upset, but it was simply his mood wearing off, he wasn't exactly happy or mad, just Jack. His hand played over the outline of the sheath again, wondering what this new machine would do.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:54 am
An took the sheet and tossed it inside with all the clothes, before shutting the lid. She then hopped back up onto the chair and leened over the dryer, adjusting a few dials before finally hitting a big black button, making it turn on.
The dryer, just like the washer, began to vibrate, yet harder. Not to mention it also made a loud "bang bang bang" sound. An stayed on the ground, her leg was sore from the cut, and she needed to go upstairs and get her butt pack.
"Jack's jacket should be done drying soon. Maybe bout 20 minutes." She said with a nod. Doing so much loundry had tought this girl messurements of time.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:49 am
Jack still seemed a bit skeptical about this whole thing, clean was never a real priority for him, so it all seemed a bit useless. Oh well, maybe there was a more fun game around, like those TV games that Dee always played where you could hit people in the face with the rocker-launchie things. Or they could just watch the TV movies, they were good sometimes, when mom didn't pick them. "What we gonna do now?" He asked, honestly caring about the response for once.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 12:05 pm
An hopped to the floor and thought for a moment. She needed to clean up that cut, for one thing..
"An guesses we go back upstairs? Tenshi pocket play station thing if you wanna play it." She sugjested. She enjoyed playing the monkey game she had on that thing, where you cought them with nets. Stupid monkeys, they where always so dirty in real life. So catching them in a game made it fun! So Jack should like it... right? It would at least give her time to get to her butt pack.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 7:43 pm
Jack smiled, games were awesome. "Cool, it's funta catch things." Now, he'd never been to a zoo, his mom was afraid of the consequences, but he knew what monkeys were. In fact, he could tell you what genus they were by their call or smell, but he could do that with all animals, so he never thought much of it. But game monkeys didn't have a smell, so he wouldn't worry about that, he'd just catch em good.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 3:03 pm
Ancelin nodded and smiled, before she climbed up onto the couch and snatched the game system from Tenshi's backpack. She then rummaged back down and held it out to Jack with a content grin.
"Jack play this while An puts anti-biotic on her cut, okay?" She said with a grin, before she picked up her butt pack and got out all her needed sapplies.. She looked like she was ready to perform minor sugery.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 1:22 pm
With a toothy grin, Jack flopped down onto the floor and started to play the game with obvious enthusiasm. He would have been rough with the system, but he didn't want to agrivate his new friend, so instead of slamming it into things when he lost he simply swore under his breath. Something else interested him though, this antibiotic stuff. He never put anything on his cuts, except maybe a bit of spit. True, he'd calmed down a bit since he was an infant, but blood still excited him, enough so that he couldn't win a single game.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 12:33 pm
An let out a content smile as Jack seemed obsorbed enough in the game to give her time and clean up her cut. She then sat down beside the couch and undid the wrappings and set them aside, before she took out a medical whipe soaked in peroxide. She then closed one eye and pressed it agianst the cut, wincing as it began to sizzle.
After a few moments of rubbing she removed it, revealing the now white skin and foam from the liquid doing it's work. An made a light hissing sound as she set the rag down and picked up a tube, squirting out a clear yellowish goo onto the foaming cut. She rubbed it in slowly and glanced back over to Jack, making sure he was still enterertained. When she was content with the thought that he was she got out a large bandaid and opened it up, spreading and sealing it over her skin to cover the boo boo.
After An was completely content that there was no way anything could get in to bother her cut, she leened down and kissed the fabric, gathered the dirty and used materials, stood; and finally threw them away. With a dust of her hands she toddled back over to her bag and put everything away, before looking over to Jack.
Picking up her pack she walked over to the fellow toddler and leened over, peering at the screen.
"Did Jack catch any monkeys?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 11:34 am
Jack lifted his head up to look at her with a strange fun, "Nope, didn't catch no a*****e monkeys." If Carrie had been around, she would have given him a lecture about language, and Cassidy probably would have just popped him in the head, but since they weren't around, he didn't see any problem in it. He still seemed a bit curious about why she'd cleaned the cut, as he would have just licked it off and kept doing whatever he was doing, but then he remembered that that's why Duncan had been griping at him about getting an infection or something in his leg from when he "accidently" stabbed himself in the thigh. The toddler did a lot of things that could be considered strange when he was bored, but then again, what everyone else did seemed strange to him. He held the game out to her, figuring she'd want it back, "Whatcha want to do now?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:35 am
Ancelin took the PSP back and innocently slipped it back to Tenshi on the couch, before she looked up at a clock. She really didn't know how to tell time, but she knew alot of time passed when the big hand moved from one side to the other.
"Jacket should be dry now. You wanna go get it so you no get cold?" She asked, tilting her head. Least now it'd be clean. Just picturing how filthy it was before hand was enough to make her shudder and her feathers bristle.
After the bristle though one continued to stick outward, and Anny made a 'tsh' sound. She reached back and grabbed hold of the feather, and with a grunt ripped it out. She then looked it over for a second in her hand, before looking back to Jack with a nod.
"Yeah, should definately be dry now."
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:10 pm
He nodded, watching for a moment as she yanked a feather out. When he snapped out of his temporary fixation, he nodded again, "Yeah, need my jacket." He didn't really need it, he just didn't want to forget it, or worse, lose it. Chances are, his mother wouldn't replace it if he lost it, she believed in taking care of the things you had if you want to have them at all. "How you know it's dry?" He asked, curious about how she could tell just by looking at the clock thing. Didn't it take different things different times to dry?
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