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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:08 am
((ok all...we have a new person...hopefully we can get everything started up again.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:53 am
(Awh, I hope so too, so here I go! Sorry it's a bit short)
The car tired shrieked as they were forced to round the corned on only two wheels. Shire had the window down, finger out and screaming profanities at the idiots who all seemed to be driving the wrong way.
Her hat was sideways, her suit rumbled and her hair was standing up at odd angles. It was a work morning and like usual the alarm had gone off too early and she had thrown it in an unknown direction –which had turned out to be the window- thus she had slept in, again. Anyone who knew Shire knew her to be quiet, poise and very polite, little did they know she had the worst case of road rage known to man.
The Limo arrived out-front at 10 pat 11, in perfect condition aside from being parked on it’s to left wheels. Taking in a deep breath, Shire climbed out of the car, suit hat and hair all perfect, looking completely normal. As if she had not just come honing onto the grounds like a manic and parked the car in a dangerous position. With a hard small of the door, the car fell into it’s normal level with a thunderous ‘fwump!’ that shook the ground lightly.
“It’s a good thing I don’t have to pay for damages” the Groundskeeper mumbled, walking up the stairs with a still light smoke in one hand and a star bucks coffee in the other.
She, like every employee, lived at the mansion. But the only decent coffee shop was a 30 minute drive, not to mention she had to pick up all the dry-cleaning, the list of food the chief needed and anything else someone might need form town. That and…
Shire padded the inside of her trench coat lovingly.
She had on her person, this very second, the latest addition of “The Hunter Tails” special ordered from Japan because it wasn’t being released for another two months. She cackled gleefully then cut it off as she stepped through the doors she had dashed out of at 9 that morning semi dressed. She made the daily routine of dropping off the groceries, the cleaning and the firewood.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 8:17 am
((Krazy...I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to quit this. It has nothing to do with the role play itself. I have been grounded from Gaia and can't get on very much. I can only get on when my mom isn't home. I really enjoyed being in this RP. Again, I'm sorry.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 3:20 am
((...I know I deserve to be forced to listen to 14 beginner piccolos at once; I'm sorry.))
The laugh that bubbled from Sasha was followed by a smirk. She let him go, but couldn't resist swatting at his a** on his way into the kitchen. She missed, much to her disappointment, but it kept his earlier blush at bay. It was embarrassing, but apparently haven't your own butt grabbed repeatedly doesn't prepare you for the actual reaching.
She did not immediately follow him in, not wanting the others to assume they left to make out in the hall. Being conscientious of him sometimes was so difficult. This time she used the extra time to decide if she even was going to enter. She'd already finished her cereal, and she did need to start cleaning for the day. It would have been much easier if Dakota wasn't crazy, and if she'd told her employees the order of the scavenger hunt. What did she expect a guest to read their minds and know in advance? Pouting didn't do much good with Dakota (the possibility of her being asexual constantly seems more and more likely,) so Sasha needed to meet up with Laska. There was a possibility she'd seen her adorable hat enter the kitchen, but Sasha was far too busy eying the legal hotties, so she couldn't really remember. Therefore she reentered the kitchen, figuring she could in the very least text her if she wasn't there.
Ainsley blinked a little, watching her walk down the hall. She faintly remembered walking past the mermaid statue on the opposite end, but she had a terrible sense of direction. Shrugging to herself, she trotted to catch up with Anna, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Well, I'm impressed. The only reason I remember stairs is because Dakota stood at the top of them with that really pretty dress." For a moment, she considered pulling away from Anna, in case one of the other guests came down, and remembered her previous behavior in the limousine with Lysander. But she pushed the thought away. She was a touchy-feel-ly person, and if she spent the entire time worrying about being a slut this would be a horrid trip. "So, how'd you sleep? Any nice dreams?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:57 am
((O.O thats not even funny Eclipse...I've heard two experienced piccolos at once....Horrible... not something I'd want to go through...))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:37 am
((Uhh...I'm having trouble inserting myself here...))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:29 pm
  ((Nnnneh! Stop it with the piccolo talk! You make me feel uncomfortable! Oh, BTW, R-chan, don't worry about it. I'll insert you. Very soundly. Oh, and sorry about that, Stefie. I'll miss the way you and Eclipse got all tragic when I disappeared for a week. =( ))
Anna was pretty used to having an arm around her when she was walking. A friend of hers was determined to become a pimp, ignoring the fact that she was female, and got Anna to act as her ho while in public. Anna was so used to this that it actually had a comforting feeling to it. No romantic interest required. "It was sort of a 'meh' dream. You know, the type that's boring for the first half, and then in the second half, interesting stuff starts happening, and then when you're ready to throw your fantasies in there, you wake up. That ki-um...Mort?" Anna and Ainsley were, at that moment, passing a small cleft in the wall that now held Mort, a maimed plan, quite a bit of dirt, and shattered pieces clay/porcelain/whatever it was.
Anna wasn't exactly sure as to how she was supposed to approach the situation. In front of her, there was an adorable child who had managed to get himself into a mess. Also in the equation was, of course, her, and Ainsley. In an attempt to figure out what to do, she stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then turned back down, dropped into reality, and walked over to him. "Are you alright? You seem to have come into an accident."
Anna didn't feel as nervous around Mort as she originally had. Somewhere in the time period she'd known him, she'd come to terms with the fact that he wasn't really someone she could have as an object of affection. He was more like the adorable eight-year-old who lived next door and considered her 'the most beautifulest girl in the whole entire world', and was determined that, when he was old enough, the two of them should get married. Mort was more like that than a Prince Charming who would sweep her off her feet. She was more likely to sweep him off his. Then carry him to bed. With him complaining because it was only 8:30. And watching him fall asleep within three minutes.
~!~
Yoh hardly raised an eyebrow as Sasha re-entered the kitchen several minutes later than the person she'd been conversing with, obviously in an attempt to cover up whatever they'd been doing out there. Yoh didn't really want to know. At least they weren't coming in hot and sweaty. Then he'd have to just take the flyswatter after them. Casually, he glanced at the toaster. He was pretty sure he'd put the bread in quite some time ago. Perhaps it was malfunctioning again. That was fairly likely. Everything in his kitchen seemed to dislike him with a passion. Melting out of his hands, denting, breaking, and malfunctioning, no matter how much money he spent on making sure that everything was high quality. And yet, he managed to make meals taste good every time. That was how he'd gotten the job.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 9:58 am
Mort slowly and painfully got up, brushing dirt, plant fragments and bits of vase from his clothing as he did so.
"Oh, hello. Sorry about the plant, I slept in and then panicked and then well..." Mort blushed and looked back down at the plant. "Anywho, did I miss anything?"
((AUGH, SHORT POSTS! I HATE MAKING THEM!))
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:53 am
((O.O sorry I went off on my trip and I couldn't get on before I left and I'm sorry and yea...))
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:07 pm
((Guys, don't worry. It's just the 40-50 page blues. We can work past this! If Dakota and Alix aren't done in the next couple of days, I'll post ten paragraphs of uneventful description of the Conference room. I'm not sure how it will help, but it'll give me something to do with my ridiculous amounts of free time.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 5:10 am
Glacial Apocalypse ((Guys, don't worry. It's just the 40-50 page blues. We can work past this! If Dakota and Alix aren't done in the next couple of days, I'll post ten paragraphs of uneventful description of the Conference room. I'm not sure how it will help, but it'll give me something to do with my ridiculous amounts of free time.)) ((I wish I had ridiculous amounts of free time. I have like four days before I have to pack up and head to Canada, where I will have no internet connection for a week. D= ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 5:58 am
xXBisexual FlanXx Glacial Apocalypse ((Guys, don't worry. It's just the 40-50 page blues. We can work past this! If Dakota and Alix aren't done in the next couple of days, I'll post ten paragraphs of uneventful description of the Conference room. I'm not sure how it will help, but it'll give me something to do with my ridiculous amounts of free time.)) ((I wish I had ridiculous amounts of free time. I have like four days before I have to pack up and head to Canada, where I will have no internet connection for a week. D= )) ((Oh, thanks for the heads up, and the inadvertent reminder. We still have that one x one which I keep forgetting about like a spaz. Sorry about that. I'll get on it.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:29 pm
((*sigh* I'm leaving Tuesday...and I think its about time to clean out who we have that haven't posted.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 1:08 pm
(( My character's waiting for the others to arrive in the kitchen! Please don't axe me! ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:57 pm
((Maybe if we get rid of loose ends then the roleplay can finally continue. We'll have to find a way to logically explain the characters disappearances though... Maybe they each get sequentially murdered in a brutal manner similar to that of Steven. We can turn the RP into a survival horror. biggrin ))
((...I'm joking... of course... >.>))
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