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 Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 6:35 pm
 [ a whole new world ]
general prp w/xuelian & kenth
- in progress
summary :
RP is in progress . . . .
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 3:26 pm
 [ chow down ] Now that she was actually thinking about it and actually paying attention to him, Rong Wei was surprised to admit that she had no idea how or what Ripley was eating. The Frei didn't appear to be hungry or in want of anything, his energy levels nearly the same as that night she brought him home. Of course it likely would have been easier to tell if he was starving if the Chinese woman knew what to look for but since for the sake of all outward appearances he looked the same she was entirely at a loss. She didn't even know if he could eat at all.
To her memory's credit the only time she could recall him doing anything that dealt with electricity involved a certain Sigel, Rivener, and his iPod. While everyone had initially believed Ripley had completely destroyed the music player (Rong Wei even shelled out cash for purchase of a new one) it turned out he'd merely drained the battery down and temporarily disabled it. Rong Wei still had to pay for it though, Ripley'd been pretty strong in insisting. The dark Frei was no worse for the wear from his sudden volt intake, perhaps even looking a bit healthier all around, and it certainly provided him with enough energy to tide him through the rest of the day and most of the week without any problems. He was far more alert, not that he was sluggish or delayed before, and eventually Rong Wei began to equate his sudden zest to that of a human child getting a hold of some coffee. When the jolt of energy had passed just as quickly as it had come Ripley acted as though he hadn't changed, which for all Rong Wei could see to be the truth. He'd gone back to how he was before, the same amount of energy and zeal being put out. It wasn't as though he was making any sudden effort to obtain things either, his constant and consistent companions books or chess pieces.
Naturally reality was never as it seemed, what with the fact Rong Wei's charge wasn't even human, and it wasn't too long before she started to find certain household appliances non-functioning. Most, if not all, were operated by use of batteries or required to be plugged in for a charge. The television remote was the first victim of this unknown menace, the batteries inside almost fused together with how much they'd been heated right before they gave up the ghost. Any replacements followed quickly down the path of their predecessors in rapid succession, one new set barely lasting more than a day inside their plastic home.
tbc
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 3:27 pm
[ chinese laundry: it's a bad pun ] He didn't regret the cuts on his hands at all, though the sting of alcohol against his skin did make him wince in a mixture of pain and unhappiness. A deep frown was set over Ripley's face as he surveyed the minor flesh wounds that were (somewhat) self-inflicted, and though they looked deep he knew them to be nothing more than injuries trying to look worse off than they actually were. There had been little bleeding (he was surprised to find he could indeed bleed - not as surprised as Rong Wei, of course) and most of the cuts didn't even break his skin. Still there had been some need of injuries being treated and thus the Egyptian Raevan allowed the human woman with a tissue rolled and stuck in her nose the honors of cleaning his wounds. It was funny to see her tending to him, what with how her own appearance looked. She sported a nose that was black and blue - probably broken, and several red patches about her eyes and mouth that would turn green and bruise over the next few hours or days. As he'd thought before though - Ripley hadn't regretted a single thing that occurred. In fact, he was a bit proud of how quickly he'd responded to the incident that had lead to all of this and at how strong he appeared to be despite being a bit weaker than he'd originally assumed himself to be.
"Can you go faster?"
It wasn't so much of a request as it was a demand, Ripley's eyes narrowing as he dared to give his hand a little tug from Rong Wei's as she tried to clean. With her good hand - the one not attactched to an arm in a cast -she squeezed back on his wrist to prevent the movement, ignoring the little shock she got in response. Ripley's energy had been down lately and it wasn't at all any of Rong Wei's concern. She saw his inability to shock her as he pleased as something of a blessing though part of her had this idea that him not being able to shock meant he wasn't eating either - and him not eating meant that p***k down at the Lab place would likely get pissed and say she lied to him. Rong Wei was hellbent on making sure that Ripley was 100% healthy no matter what happened, if only to spite the freakishly colored doctor-wannabe. It was only after a bit of study that Rong Wei found out a bit more about the man, and she'd decided that anyone who looked like that sure as hell wasn't going near anything of hers regardless of how skilled he was. If a doctor couldn't take care of their appearance and didn't want to look professional then they certainly didn't want to be treated like one. Anyway - moving along. The Chinese woman didn't even give him an answer as she finished up on what looked like the largest cut, glad that this part was over, and she rose to her feet to gather up the remaining shards of the digital camera that had been smashed quite skillfully by a very angry Ripley. She swept what she could off the counter and into a trash bin, careful to save the memory card that had somehow managed to survive the creature's electrical and physical wrath. The memory card was all she wanted anyway, because on that card was the cause of all of the grief for the day, as well as the wounds that lit up her face like a beacon.
What had started as a normal day of chores for the Chinese woman ended up turning into a daunting task of roping Ripley into helping her. A recent surge of girls getting ready for summer dates or summer school had seen the usually quiet salon bustling, and an increase in business meant an increase in cleaning duties. There were twice as many towels to be cleaned, twice as many brushes to be sanitized. there was also the challenge of getting all the nail polishes gathered up and put back where they belonged, since Rong Wei often griped that it seemed like teenage girls just enjoyed either taking the bottle with them or setting it down wherever the hell they pleased. Ripley didn't see a point in caring about either of these things -whatever his human was doing simply wasn't any business of his. She'd been leaving him alone lately anyway, after the whole fiasco with Rivener still fresh in her mind as well as the constant reminder that the orange cast on her arm presented. While Ripley never outright said he'd try to injure her again the whole idea was still very much there, prompting the woman not to even want to try tempting fate.
All that aside she still needed help with clean up, her brothers and their wives all off for the time being and none of the hired workers able to come in for various excuses (Rong Wei's mother had written 'reasons' on the work board, but the woman didn't believe any of that crap and wrote EXCUSES over it in huge letters). Ripley was the only one left around to help since her parents were also gone for the day, her father actually at the hospital for a check-up on his pacemaker. The man, whenever Rong Wei actually managed to catch him or her mother out of their rooms or the shop, had been complaining recently of his heart hurting and being short of breath so an appointment had been made quickly and quietly. The Raevan had looked somewhat intrigued when the pair came from their room and headed out the front door instead of the side door into the nail parlor, but his interested in them ebbed just as suddenly as it had swelled. He went back to whatever it was he'd been doing at the time (reading) and likely would have spent the rest of the day doing just that if Rong Wei hadn't come in and demanded aid of him, citing the fact that the sooner her helped her get things done the more she'd leave him alone.
To her surprise Ripley put down his book and followed her into the parlor without much fuss, and the strange feeling of dread in her stomach that seemed to develop whenever he was silent returned. Ever since the accident with the bookshelf he made her uneasy, not that she'd ever honestly admit it, but to prove that she still wasn't scared of him a bit of sass here and there was in order. He responded well enough when she dared to be bold and actually say her demands aloud so this time she figured things might actually go well enough that she wouldn't have to worry about being injured. Besides he seemed mellow lately, like he was too busy thinking on things to actually act. Rong Wei often thought of herself as a woman of opportunity and therefore would not let this pass her by if she couldn't help it. Once Ripley was in the parlor she closed and locked the door behind, not wanting him to think that at any point in time he could just leave and go back to what he was doing. There was always the option of him going out the front door and venturing into the wide world but a smug part of the Chinese woman knew Ripley would never do such a thing. He was as trapped inside the building as she made him, something she would relish at night when she left and he didn't or couldn't follow along.
The cleaning started slow with the two of them just gathering whatever they could together. Towels were tossed into a massive pile in the center of the room while bottles of nail polish were dropped in a basket sitting on one of the tables. Ripley seemed to prefer not touching the towels and gave his focus to the easter egg hunt that was finding the different colors, and so by the time Rong Wei had gathered everything to set in the massive washing machine in the back he'd filled the basket up and was trying to sort them on the shelf according to color.
"You're wasting your time, they'll only be ******** up again tomorrow when another wave of giggly teens comes in. And you know my nephew always messes with them too just to piss you off."
"Shut up, I know. It's the principle of the thing, not that you'd understand anything like that."
Either he was done because the colors had been sorted or he was done because she'd pissed him off; regardless of what it was he'd gotten up from where he'd lowered himself down and floated over to Rong Wei's side, the scowl on his face deep and foreboding. The odd feeling came back, if only a little, but Rong Wei swallowed it down as she shoved an armload of laundry at the Frei and yanked a well-manicured finger in the direction of the washer. If this floating freak was trying to help her she was actually going to make him do some things and the Chinese woman figured that teaching him how to do laundry was a good start. She wondered how many of the other freaks out there (man, why did there have to be so many anyway) knew how to do basic menial chores, and the thought of having her own pet able to do it while others couldn't was something akin to a feather in her cap. A veritable ******** you to all those around her, as it were. The Egyptian seemed confused at first, like she was speaking another language other than her typical English or Chinese, but another few moments passed and he was soon floating over towards the washer with his load. He'd watched Rong Wei do it once or twice, the same having been said about watching her siblings or their wives, so he had a basic idea of what to do. Shove everything in, pour in the thing that said 'bleach', pull the taps around till it clicks about four or five times, then fill it with water. The lid gets closed and time has to pass before something happens, and then when it's done you curse about something and shove it into the machine next to it - a machine which was already running. Rong Wei must have gotten a load going while he was still sorting things. Ignoring it for the time being he set up his load and went back into the main room, not really too surprised to see the look of shock on Rong Wei's face as he came out. The woman quickly went in afterward to make sure everything was done correctly, coming out right after and shaking her head. Ripley was smug - of course there were no mistakes, he couldn't make one that easily.
Time passed with the pair clearing things here and there, Ripley moving magazines back into the stands and Rong Wei running a vacuum along the carpet to pick up anything that was dropped. So far she'd managed to collect several dollars in change (and dropped dollars) and Ripley's managed to get at least one paper cut that he cursed about, so both were simply milling around when the washer stopped right about the same time the dryer buzzed that its load was complete was well. With another jerk of her thumb Rong Wei sent the Frei back in to finish, the vacuum turned on and the noise loud so there was no room for argument. With a sigh that was more of a threatening grumble than anything else he moved in and opened the dryer, surprised to find it full of actual laundry rather than towels like he'd been expecting. There was no point in calling to Rong Wei about the mistake, she wasn't able to hear him nor would she likely listen anyway, so he set about folding whatever was before him in the same way he'd seen it done before. Of course it took Ripley much longer than he would have liked and in the end he was missing at least three different colored socks but the clothes were followed and the towels were shifted over; he'd even started another load just to help move things along because that was just the kind of giver that he was.
"I've loaded it up and finished folding whatever was in there, so you'd. . . what are you doing. Why are you laughing?"
Rong Wei had been reading one of the magazines he'd so carefully stacked when he came back out, and the moment she looked up from whatever article she was glancing over her eyebrows instantly shot up and her mouth pinched itself together as if to try and mute whatever was coming. The action was useless as a stream of snickers escaped from her nose before she opened her mouth to a full on belly laugh. Ripley immediately bristled up at the noise and turned his back once the laughter stopped and Rong Wei got up from the chair, her steps taking her towards the house at a rapid pace. He didn't have time to even wonder what she was doing when she returned with what looked like a digital camera, and before he could say anything about it he was blinded by a flash. The Frei's knowledge of what a camera actually was existed in textbook form only, that and having seen it on the shelf and asking about it. He was taken aback by the flash and rubbed his eyes against the spots that developed, though his mood was soured far more by the laughter that returned than the odd photo instance. Ripley would have let it all slide if Rong Wei hadn't come over and turned the camera around so he could see what she was gawking over and, to his horror and surprise, the image showed several of the missing socks stuck to his wings. It wasn't like they were draped on them, simply sitting there, but rather it looked as though someone had glued them to his torso. There was only two of them but it was enough, he looked like he'd been playing in a hamper bin.
"I'm wondering if I should print this out and send it back in to the Lab, one of those 'look how I'm growing!' sort of progress images. What do you think Ri- "
Rong Wei had turned her gaze from her Raevan and back down to the camera in her hands. It was a terrible mistake for as soon as her eyes were down Ripley repeated a move he'd used once before, catching the woman off guard and nailing her square in the jaw. The camera spilled from her hands as his other fist connected with her nose and the corner of her eye, blood spilling out from the oddly bent appendage. The Chinese woman didn't raise her hands to defend herself, Ripley's attention was already off her and onto the digital camera. He lowered his hand down and smashed it, creating a massive spark that sent several shards of the camera all over the carpet and the scent of burnt metal into the air. His whole body seemed to have glowed upon the moment of impact, and he repeated the motion several times before he was completely certain the camera had been destroyed and Rong Wei could no longer laugh at him. It was only after all that was done that he turned back and stalked towards her, raising up a palm littered with fragments and oozing small streams of blood. The look on his face demanded she clean it up, and Rong Wei stepped out of the parlor and back into the house to get medical supplies. When she returned she stuffed a napkin into one nostril to try and ebb the bleeding, ignoring the fact she was hurt far worse than Ripley. It was just that he'd given her his warning about his temperament for the day, and there was no need for a repeat performance.
So it was in that manner that Rong Wei finished cleaning Ripley's hand before she looked to her own cuts and bruises, the digital camera's memory chip snug into her pocket. when she went out that night to drink she'd be sure to stop by one of those all night printing places and get what she could off it. Ripley may have trashed her brother's camera, but Rong Wei would still get the final laugh in the matter. In fact, she was already laughing again as Ripley rose from his low floating spot to move around the parlor again. Stuck to his back, right between his shoulder blades, was the missing third sock. It seemed as though her Lightning beast had an usual attraction with static electricity, something she'd keep in mind, but for now she kept that bit of laughter she wasn't about to share entirely to herself.
Revenge would be hers. Eventually.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 5:17 pm
[ summertime shopping ]
general prp w/vyn
- in progress
summary :
RP is in progress . . . .
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:38 pm
[ black king and black knight ]
general prp w/rivener
- in progress
summary :
RP is in progress . . . .
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:39 pm
[ flashback #1: learning to speak ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:40 pm
[ flashback #2: learning to read ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:44 pm
[ can't wait to be king ]
general prp w/doucette
- in progress
summary :
RP is in progress . . . .
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:45 pm
[ a guardian in the garden ]
general prp w/iorek
- in progress
summary :
RP is in progress . . . .
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:14 pm
[ in the calm and quiet ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:28 pm
[ qu ni sheng er kuai le ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:33 pm
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