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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 11:39 am
 In his slumber Donnie usually dreamed one of two things, cute girls or cats. Tonight would be an exception since he found himself having a nightmare. The kind where everything feels real and you can't even tell if you're dreaming or not. For some reason he felt as if his dream had happened before and as it continued he realized that it had. The police sirens that screamed in the distance, he knew they were coming after him, but they shouldn't have been. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, that happened to Donnie often. What had he done to deserve being judged and tested on? Nothing really...just fighting to avenge someone he cared for. This nightmare pissed him off and when he awoke to that annoying sound of his alarm clock, it strangely sounded like sirens off in the distance, he was probably just crazy.
The tired male sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. All of his blankets were tangled up between his legs, showing that he moved around a lot in his sleep. He was just happy he didn't start to sleep walk, like he had done as a child often. Donnie searched around in his tangled blankets for snowball and panicked when he couldn't find him right away. Turns out that he was on the floor besides the bed. All of his tossing and turning must have pushed her off. Picking her up off the floor and cuddling her close to his chest, he smiled. A few minutes later he sat her on the bed and got up, stretching and walking over to his bathroom at the same time. This wasn't the best idea since he ended up walking into the wall next to the bathroom door. He eventually made it into the bathroom though and proceeded to get a towel and take a quick shower. Many people would think it was weird that Donnie like to shower with cold water, he just found that it woke him up more and didn't cost as much to waste.
When he was all finished up with his shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went back over to his suitcases. Donnie had packed a bag just for the bathroom. Toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, ect, all that good stuff. He took his toothbrush to the bathroom and brushed his pearly whites. After this he got caught up in the mirror, making faces at himself and admiring his...well as he liked to call them, "rock hard abs". He was definitely confident about himself and some would even have the nerve to call him conceited, rude. After all his playing around was done Donnie got himself dressed, wearing another white v-neck but this time pairing it with a red plaid flannel. Then some regular blue jeans. "Let's get this show on the road." He chuckled and grabbed his back pack that was laying with the suitcases. "Bye snowball!" He said, waving to the stuffed kitten laying silently on the bed.
As Donnie walked out of his room to the hallway everything seemed quiet. More quiet then it should have. Or maybe he had just gotten up early...He shut the door to his room and walked down the hallway to the living area, a little surprised to see Candy passed out on the couch. He smiled and shook his head, "Poor thing.". Being nice and not waking her, it would be nice if he made food for everyone this time. Chocolate chip pancakes maybe? With powered sugar sprinkled on top and served with fruit. He licked his lips and found himself already putting together all of the ingredients. The sound of pancake batter sizzling in the pan was music to his ears and he made enough pancakes to feed everyone, making sure to leave left overs in case anyone was hungry enough. The fruit he chose were oranges, raspberries, a few slices of pineapple, and watermelon. He could have also chosen strawberries...but he hated them...with a passion. Once everything was done and put onto 5 plates it looked magnificent, or at least Donnie thought so.
Quietly walking over to Candy he knelled down on one knee and tapped her shoulder lightly, wondering how much of a light sleeper she would be. If there was anyone he wanted to taste his cooking first in the dorm, it was her.
O.O.C :: yupp, time skip ^o^
_______________❝ Iv'e got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear, transparent❝
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 12:11 pm
  Sierra wakes up and silently yawns, hugging Taru close and resting her chin against her fur. A sweet smell hits her nose and she sits up quickly. With a wide smile, she gets up and rushes to get dressed and ready for the day. Once she's finished, she goes into the livingroom. As soon as she sees Donnie, she goes invisible.
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Mistress Totaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 12:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 12:49 pm
Patiently waiting for Candy to wake up, Donnie had the urge to shake her awake, but she woke up slowly and when her little face looked up at him it reminded him so much of a kitten that he had to keep himself from tackling her. "Wakey wakey, bed head." He teased, referring to her hair that looked something of a birds nest. From down the hall Donnie heard the sound of another bedroom door opening and closing, had another been woken up by the smell of breakfast? Little Liam? Or perhaps the sarcastic night spider Amy, at which thinking about it sent shivers up his spine. Staring at the entrance to the hallway he saw no one come out, confusing him. Then again he was still half asleep. Turning his attention back to Candy he smiled and realized that he was still down on his knees. The demon boy stood back up and liked the way his height over powered Candy's.
Donnie was in an abnormally good mood, only because no one had yet to tick hi off this morning. This cheerfully happy side of him was much more appreciated by others, but never did last that long... "That's right. It's morning and only about an hour before school starts, so up, up ,up." He urged. Donnie noticed how bitter Candy was acting, it could have just been from her just waking up, but he doubted it. When she had apologized for not cooking herself it made him laugh, "Why are you saying sorry? I enjoyed it, I want you to too." He was so excited about her trying his food that he even got her plate and brought it over to her on the couch, wondering what she would say. "Now don't lie. How is it?" Donnie raised an eyebrow and waited for her judgement.
O.O.C :: I like how i'll go from one long post to a short two paragraph post cx
_______________❝ Iv'e got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear, transparent❝
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Mistress Totaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 1:13 pm
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Anne looked over at Donnie when he had said what time it was and wondered if she should take a bath first or eat breakfast. She felt a presence when she heard a door open and close, probably the presence of the girl who seemed to know how to turn invisible, an ability that she envied her for. Anne looked as Donnie stood up, his height making her look like his very young sister. She noticed how some of his hair covered one of his eyes, and she wondered if he was annoyed as much as she was of the fact. Anne wanted to ask of it, but was afraid that she would be provoking him, only keeping quiet as she shifted her legs from the other arm of the chair to the floor, Anne sitting on the couch properly like the lady she was. Amy hadn't woken up, and Liam as well. She wondered if she should act like the caring mother she was and wake them up as Donnie had done her, but then that wouldn't be the caring act. It would be more like "the creepy lady sneaking up at your room in the morning to see someone's sleeping face" kind of act, and that wasn't the right thing to do. Why did that even run through her head?
Anne noticed that Donnie seemed to be in a happy mood this morning, considering the fact that it was the first day of school, and usually those kinds of days would put Anne in the worst moods ever, just like now. She had gotten used to sleeping in, and besides, she had slept late after everyone else. When Donnie told her that it had been an hour before school, that's when Anne really woke up, her bright eyes fully opening from their half-state. "Oh goodness. . . ." she sounded out as she looked up at the clock, realizing that he was right, "We should wake-----" before another one of his statements interrupted her. It seemed as though he liked to cook as well, and she found that odd, her bright blue eyes staring up at him in amazement since in her hometown, it was usually the ladies who stayed home to cook while the men worked all day long. He was probably raised in a different hometown, of course he was raised in a place different.
"Ah," she said, glad that he wasn't troubled by having to do all the cooking, "I'm glad . . ." Anne was able to pull some of her hair back, making it look a little less messy as Donnie left her side to go get her plate with the pancakes on it. She was sure that it was going to taste very, very good, judging by how it smelled. And besides, Donnie didn't seem like the type of person to do something unless he was sure that it was good. Anne was somewhat like that, she thought, her bright blue eyes looking at the plate with the pancakes as it was set down next to her on the couch. He didn't have to go through all the trouble of picking up her plate for her. Anne tried to say that as she looked up to him, but she noticed the excitement in his eyes in wait for Anne to try out his food. She couldn't bring herself to put him down now.
"I'm sure it will taste wonderful." she complimented as she picked up the plate carefully, admiring the arrangement of the pancakes and the fruit on top of it. On the plate stood something so good-looking that she wanted to take a picture of it, picking up her camera to her side after setting the plate down on the coffee table in front of her. Anne turned it on and took off the flash, since it was day. "I . . . sorry . . . I'm just going to . . " she spoke as she pressed the button that made a little click sound, the camera treasuring the memory of the pancake that she was soon to eat. Anne was like this all the time. She loved to take pictures, she loved to document itself, was a sentence to sum it up. Her bright blue eyes carefully looked at the picture before setting the camera down, now picking up the plate as she took the fork delicately in the other hand, slowly cutting a piece off.
Again, she was sure it was going to be delicious she knew as the little piece became stuck on the fork just how she wanted to, moving it closer to her face as she examined the texture. It was fluffy, soft-looking, light, like a cloud. Those were one of the perfect pancakes that she's heard of. Anne was glad she took a picture of it before she poked the utensil on the cloud-like pancake. Then, she plopped the little piece in her mouth, savoring the taste as she chewed. Before she did anything, she was told not to lie, and after swallowing, Anne poked it again with her fork, taking another piece off, but before that, saying: "It's very delicious, it's so soft . . I like the texture . ." She looked at him with bright, happy blue eyes as she ate another piece the same way she ate the first, only speeding up little by little since it was only an hour before school started. Her face remained indifferent, but her eyes were happy, she was impressed by his cooking. She loved it. For a moment, she felt that after every bite, she was eating something from a restaurant, only that she realized that pancakes were not usually sold in those establishments.
Anne also realized that he was the first person that ever cooked for her besides her parents and the people she had to live with. Because of that, she enjoyed his cooking more, starting to become more conscious of her cooking. Next time, she hoped that it would be as good as these pancakes.
{ Out. Of. Love. : Lol. XD }
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 2:00 pm
Sierra smiles at the sight of the fluffy, sweet smelling breakfast, involuntarily making herself even hungrier. Sierra's stomach growls loudly, causing her to yelp and turn a light pink. Afraid of being an intrusion, she ducks into the nearest hiding spot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 2:03 pm
He was so scared. Afraid of what she would think, if she would love it, or find it stupid of him to even like to cook. Would she compare it to her own cooking skills? Donnie hated to admit it, but last night when he had tasted her cooking he found it even better then his, he really just wanted to impress her. It took him back back to elementary school when all the other boys would tease him for playing chef with the girls. They all couldn't wait to have children of their own and husbands to cook for, like little girls should. He always had a different idea of how his life would go. He could open up his own restaurant, become a great chef and prove to everyone that boys could bake and cook just as well as the girls, but all those ideas were washed away when his freshman year of high school came around. The more he thought about it the more it shown on his face and before it could get worse he ignored his thoughts and watched Candy examining it food.
Just as she was about to taste it..she stopped. Why? Was there something wrong with it? Were there to many chocolate chips? Donnie had always thought that more chocolate made everything better, specially when it came to pancakes. No, she reached over for a camera that he hadn't even noticed was sitting on the couch next to her. Silently, he watched her snap a picture of the pancakes and fruit, as if it was a masterpiece. It made him grin, he found it cute. Even though Donnie wondered why she had taken a picture, he stayed silent, still waiting for her to take a bite. When she had, the look on her eyes said everything he was hoping for. Good food was supposed to make you look that way, happy and warm. Her words made him feel fuzzy inside, it was almost embarrassing.
"Thank you, thank you very much." Bowing his head and laughing, Donnie took her compliment. Watching her continue to eat the pancake he realized he was interfering in her space some and back away, looking down the hallway. "Everyone! Breakfasts served. Get out here or starve!" He called everyone still in their rooms. Of course no one would starve, but it would make the food more appreciated. Donnie then checked the clock on the wall again, they still had awhile. "Candy, you might want to hurry it up and get ready. Oh and what's your first class?" This question was a little important. If they had the same first class they could just leave to the school together. _______________❝ Iv'e got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear, transparent❝
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 2:34 pm
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Anne kept eating, looking at Donnie who seemed to be happy about how she took the food. It was the truth, the food was amazing, his cooking was amazing, it really made her think about hers. The pancakes were so fluffy, and she was afraid that if she ate too slow, she would take too long and the pancakes would start to harden, just as they always would. Anne wanted to eat them while they were soft, although her camera kept the soft image of it. Her eyes emanated the happy feeling that was expected of good food, even though her face did seem tired and pale. She was so absorbed in the food that woke up from her thoughts when she heard Donnie shout and the hallway, sitting up straight suddenly and sighing in relief that nothing bad had happened. Usually in her world, when someone screams or shouts, it would signal a bad event. Anne could remember the screaming that she heard when it was the time of the incident. No. It was morning. She did not want to start off the first days with thoughts that could easily bring her down. No. That can't happen. Good food should be eaten with good thoughts, was a lesson that she believed in, and so, as she poked the food with her fork, Anne noticed that there wasn't much of the pancake left. My, she was a fast eater today. Maybe it was because she ate nothing last night, even though she cooked the food.
Donnie then told Anne to hurry up, Anne turning her head toward him with the fork in her mouth as she ate the last bite, listening to his first question. Hmmm . . what was her first class? Anne shrugged her shoulders in reply to him meaning that she didn't know as her blue eyes looked to her little backpack that was lying right by the suitcase that she opened last night. Anne had forgotten to check really, even though she should have. Maybe if they had the same class, they could walk to school together, maybe if they had the same class, she could be closer to Donnie . . . . were thoughts that ran through her head as Anne started to feel warm inside, suddenly realizing what she was putting herself into. She can't . . Anne knew that she can't . . A cold feeling suddenly made her shiver as Anne hugged herself, putting the empty plate down as she cast her blue eyes on the ground, wondering who much she would have to live without with what she has inside.
Anne then stood up after the cold feeling passed and then walked over to the kitchen to wash her plate. There were a few cooking supplies that Donnie used that he had forgotten to wash, and so she washed them, noticing the band-aid he put on her finger. She stopped for a little bit to look at that, her hair falling over her face as she looked down at the dishes. What was with Anne? No, she can't get too close. She had to seal herself off before it was too late. Oh, what she would give to say that it was too late, but that was an excuse.
Then, after that, she decided that she would take a shower, wiping her hands with the white cloth that hung from the refrigerator handle, pulling some of her hair back afterward behind her ear before she knelt down in front of her suitacase. What would she wear today? Anne did have a few changes of clothes she could look at, and most of the bottoms were shorts. "How annoying . . ." she sighed at the thought of looking like one of those girls who cared about how they looked, "Clothes . . .Why did she pack these?" Anne raised a brow in confusion when she saw what her friend had given her. These were not Anne's clothes that was for sure. They were much more girlier, and they were so revealing . . . and the shoes!! What the hell was that girl thinking?! Did she want Anne to fall down and trip!?I guess she had no choice. Next time, she would pack her clothes, lesson learned.
And so, taking a bag with the clothes that Anne decided she would wear, Anne walked into the bathroom, a white room, shutting the door slowly and then slipping her clothes off. They were large on her, so there was no trouble. First, it was the blue half-sleeve that she took off over her shoulder, revealing cream white skin as she took off the medallion. Then, it was the short black shorts that easily slipped off after she took off the belt, revealing un-bruised legs that she examined in the mirror, surprised that there were no blemishes. Then, Anne slowly and carefully put them on top of the counter next to the sink, along with her undergarments including her white underwear and her white undershirt. Sadly, she was flat so a bra was not needed. The cold water trickled down her skin when she entered the shower after turning on the power, reminding her of the time when she took a bath in a lake as a child. She closed her blue eyes and let her hair get wet with the water, it being heavy as she removed it from her face. It was better than before when she had longer hair. Once, she could recall, because of the heavy water that added weight to her already thick long hair, Anne fell back as a child, crying since it hurt.
Fifteen minutes passed before she stepped outside the bathroom wearing an outfit that suited her very much: a sweater, light blue heels, and blue shorts, courtesy of her friend that couldn't help but put them in her suitcase. In her hand was the same bag that carried the clothes she wore before, the previous clothes that were inside it now on her body. Her hair was blow dried already, and it was fixed and not so messy, on it a clip that kept it from falling in front of her face; a clip being the color of blue.
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Mistress Totaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 3:29 pm
Ⓐⓜⓨ Ⓡⓞⓑⓔⓡⓣⓢ ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ Amy woke up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. It was so early.. Can't she go back to sleep? Actually, she didn't really want to go back to sleep. She was dreaming about how her birthparents were like, and how her aunt gave her the locket that her mother had worn when she was still alive. It was a total nightmare. What if her birthparents were abusive, like her adoptive parents? Well. That was highly unlikely, because her aunt had told her they were kind people. It seemed that Amy's aunt had a close relationship with her parents. She shrugged it off, with a bit of difficulty. Reluctantly, she jumped out of her bed, and accidentally bumped into a wall. After realizing what she did, she frowned, and found her way to the bathroom. After getting ready, and washing her face, Amy went back to her bedroom to change. What outfit should I wear? she pondered. After looking through her luggage in a pile of clothes, she found a decent top with jeans. After changing, she searched for the kitchen, and finally found it after mindlessly walking around. A plate of pancakes was already on the table, with neatly piled napkins and a knife and fork. Amy sat down, and started to eat it, but the moment she tasted the flavor, she wanted to spit it out. It was burnt, and the taste was overall bland.
"Who made the pancakes?" Amy asked in no one in particular. She didn't think it was Anne, because her cooking skills were amazing. It was highly unlikely that Liam cooked it, because he was too timid and shy to open up to her. Maybe it was Donnie. "Hey, Donnie? Did you make these? If so, it sucks. It's overall bland, and unpleasant." It was the truth; Amy didn't like to sugarcoat words, or lie about something to make the other person feel better.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 4:06 pm
Donnie felt a little bad that Anne had to wash the left over pans and utensils that he had forgotten to pick up. He had just been so excited that some things slipped his mind. This would be a good time to eat his own cooking for breakfast and so he sat down at the table and ate from his plate, finishing it exceptionally fast and then cleaning his own plate. He took pride in his own cooking, it was his only real talent after all. Cooking and being good looking, the two things he liked about himself the most. Drying the water off from his hands he sighed, seeing that Candy had taken her clothes off to the bathroom and that he was now alone in the kitchen. He knew it wouldn't be long til another hungry room mate woke up and came out, but something about being by himself made him uneasy.
Then of course, he heard the footsteps of another. Finding that they belonged to Amy. They had gotten off on the wrong foot the night before, but something about her still gave him the shivers. Donnie watched her quickly go to the table and take a bite from his food. The only thing he could think about was if she said one thing bad about it...it would not be pretty. As soon as he thought this, out came her comments. The half bred's eyes closed and he shook his head slowly, "Oh you don't like the pancakes?." His eyes reopened and he glared at the colorless girl, but his face soon lightened up into a smile...one that didn't look very friendly. "You know..maybe they need a little something extra." He turned around to grab the syrup bottle left on the counter and made his way to Amy, opening it and holding it above her head, him having the advantage of being taller. Just as he was about to pour it all over her pitch black hair, he heard the footsteps of little Candy and turned his head to look at her.
Donnie froze. He could tell who it was, but at the same time, she looked so different. He quickly pulled the syrup away from Amy's head and hid it behind his back, giving Candy a small smile. Revenge on that spider would have to wait. His eyes were still staring at the new outfit she had on and believe it or not the boys cheeks actually turned a light shade of pink. The sound of Amy still complaining about his food made him snap back into reality and put the syrup bottle on the counter. Donnie then walked over to the door and picked up Candy's back pack, he knew this one was hers because it was placed next to his luggage. Then he walked over to her and held it out, trying to act like nothing had happened with Amy. "I think we're ready now. Want to get going?" Even though he didn't know if they had the same classes together, he just wanted to get out of the dorm before he blew into a fit of rage with Amy. _______________❝ Iv'e got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear, transparent❝
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 4:28 pm
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Amy stormed out of the kitchen, taking her bag from her bedroom, and exited the dorm, slamming the door shut behind her. Well, I'm an a*****e, so why not? Geez! she thought grumpily. No matter what, she tells the sad truth, whether it affects them in a good way or not. Amy sighed at the thought. Well, Donnie had every right to pour maple syrup on her head. She didn't use the good choice to words to express her thoughts, so it was obvious that Donnie would get offended. Actually, Amy wasn't planning to go to class today. She just mindlessly wandered off somewhere, with her bag full of books.. and her locket that was precious to her.
-Exit to the Old Fountain-
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 4:38 pm
------ --------------A N N E - - - - - - - R I C H M O N D --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ -------------------F E A R is your enemy. -------------------IT lays waste on your consciousness. ------------------------ S O - - - - - E S C A P E ! ! ! --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Anne had stepped outside to find that Amy had awoken, and when she tilted her head to see her, she saw that Donnie was about to pour syrup all over her, although that moment went by as if it never happened, Donnie hiding the syrup behind his back. And Anne, thinking that it was probably only her imagination looked down on the small bag that she had with the clothes she wore the other night, wondering if she could put those back on since they were a little more comfortable. "Is Amy going to use the bathroom now . . ?" she asked, rooted to the spot she was standing in with the blue heels, "I just finished . . . " She looked past the bag and to the blue heels, sighing at the fact that she probably will fall down the first step she would take. Anne blushed at the fact her clothes were a little revealing. Darned friend, why did she have to put those clothes in her suitcase? Well, that girl was rambling on about having Anne wear the clothes she envisioned for her. It was very annoying having to run away from that girl when she had to be dragged to the shopping district. And so, hoping to get her mind off what she was wearing, Anne looked over at Donnie, who seemed to be staring at her in such a strange way.
"I'm so sorry if I look strange . . !!" she uttered after a weird silence, her face turning a little pink even though her face was indifferent, "It was a mix-up . . with the umm . . ." Anne couldn't say luggage because her luggage was right there, with a name-tag strapped on the zipper that said her name: "Anne Richmond". She also couldn't tell the truth since it would sound like a lie, a friend packing things for her, it didn't sound like Anne at all. "It was . . . because of . . ." Anne mumbled, holding onto the bag tighter as she cast her bright blue eyes to the side, wishing that her hair would fall on her face this time, cursing the clip for being there.
Why was she so weird this morning? Why would Anne care about a little problem such as a friend packing uncomfortable clothes in her luggage? That was not Anne at all, not at all. What would happen is Anne walking out, picking up her bag and then walking out the door, ready to go to school. Besides, she was used to wearing shorts, why were these so different? Was it because she had taken a shower beforehand? Was it because other people were watching her? That wouldn't matter if Anne was Anne. But Anne was not Anne right now, Anne was being weird; if that made any sense whatsoever. She looked over at Donnie who seemed to return to normal, putting the bottle of syrup on the table and walking over with her bag after picking it up. It was a small bag, big enough to carry her books, small enough so that she could carry it on her back without making it look like it was someone else's. Then when he told her that they should get going, she was just about to ask if Amy would be coming with them, before something happened.
There was probably an argument going on between them, seeing how Amy was so flushed with anger, Anne could see it on her face as the young black haired girl sat there, the pancakes on the table. Did she not like them and say so? How? Anne found the pancakes to be heavenly, she didn't see anything wrong with them. They were fluffy, they were light, as well as soft. But everyone has different taste-buds, Anne guessed, her blue eyes looking at the stack of flapjacks that stood right by the window on the table. Everyone had a different taste, that was the thing different. It was the one thing that prevented a perfect cook from ever appearing on the face of this planet, since there would always be one person who would hate another's food. It was just the way of the world.
Amy had stormed out so suddenly, picking up her bag and leaving so quickly in a fit of rage. That confirms it, there was a fight. Probably about the food since that was the only kind of evidence given to Anne. And so, since Anne was standing almost right in front of the door, when Amy stormed out, Anne tried to stand back to get out of her way, only to find that Anne had forgotten that she was wearing heels. Anne had never worn heels before, and so like all first timers, she stumbled and fell back, her hair reaching the sky just as her hands did.
"Damnit!" she thought, not being able to stand up, closing her eyes as if she was going to fall into a pool of water or into an endless hole that made it seem as though she was going to fall forever. Whenever something like this happened, Anne was the type to hide and close her eyes, welcoming the pitch black silence that gave no pain physically. She had also learned that closing your eyes helped for the pain not to have such an impact, just like last night when she had tripped, she had closed her eyes. Just like when she cried during the incident she closed her eyes. It didn't work then though, since the pain wasn't physical, it was mental. . . . It was just like that time when her mind fell into the state of giving up.
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Mistress Totaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 5:12 pm
Donnie was surprised at how uncomfortable Candy was in her new clothes, they looked perfect on her. They fit her just right and even though her chest was empty, he still found her incredibly breath taking...if those were the right words to use. It had then struck him that he barely knew anything about the girl, other then she had a unique look and was rather quiet. She spoke in short sentences, never reveling to much, mysterious. What was she hiding? Anyone like that always had something they liked to keep secret. Everyone had something to hide, Donnie too. Amy might have had something kept in side as well...and looking back over at her at the table, he felt his stomach twist.
Donnie hated that Candy tried to look for an excuse for her outfit and he just wanted her to stop and see that she looked fine. "You look cute, so shush. The heels also make you taller, I can actually talk to you without staring down at the top of your head." He laughed and hoped that it made her feel better. Just as he thought that everything was fine, Amy stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind her...rude.
What was wrong with her? Donnie hadn't done anything to upset her, unless some of the syrup accidentally fell on her head. She shouldn't have insulted his cooking. He took the time to make breakfast and even if she didn't like it, she didn't have to eat it or even comment on it. She could make her own food from now on in his opinion. He felt the body next to him move and realized that Candy had tripped over her heels, why hadn't he seen this coming? Quickly, he used the only power being a half demon gave him, teleportation. He was found behind Candy and caught her before she hit the ground, sighing in relief and then slowly he pushed her back up on her feet. "Are you sure you can handle those?" Donnie asked, concerned. "If you can't just put your other ones on, we have to get going." The time on the clock was ticking and they didn't have much longer til the bell would ring.
Liam would have to get himself up, they didn't have time to be nice and wake him up. Since it was only the first day he wouldn't get in much trouble, but he should have worked on going to bed early. _______________❝ Iv'e got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear, transparent❝
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 5:16 pm
 Ƚiam Ϣhitetail `•.•●•۰• ••.•´ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓ Liam woke up in his room and yawned as he hopped out of bed then walked out of his room in his PJ's. "Um....did I oversleep?" he asked. His blonde hair was a mess and his bunny ears looked like they needed brushed a little bit. He yawned again and rubbed his sleepy eyes. The rabbit boy does have a habit of oversleeping, especially when he's in the middle of a nice dream. That's when the childish personality of the boy shows, he oversleeps or maybe he'll wake up earlier than others. His oversleeping sometimes makes him miss breakfast and he has to have a early lunch instead. ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 5:59 pm
Sierra gets up from her hiding place behind a large plant and opens her mouth to speak, but shuts it again. With a shake of her head, she dusts herself off. She goes to get her things for school, dragging her fluffy buddy along with her.
(OOC: Kindle does not enjoy putting photos on things...sorry....)
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