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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 12:13 pm
Stop to Shop
Participants: Anastacia, Xiu, and Zeke
Location: Hazeline's bookshop
Type: {PRP}
Status: Complete
--- Summary ---
Anastacia is introduced to Xiu. 
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:56 am
Garden Encounter
Participants: Anastacia, Cordelia, Ebony, and Zeke
Location: A Durem Garden Center
Type: {PRP}
Status: Complete
--- Summary ---
Anastacia encounters Cordelia! Things do not go well...
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 11:02 am
Tea Time!
Participants: Anastacia, Shreya, Tallow, and Zeke
Location: Lab 305
Type: {PRP - PICK UP}
Status: Void
--- Summary ---
Due to owner disappearance during, this RP is void and did not occur ICly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:10 pm
 Familiar Sensations
Throughout the day she did those actions over and over, again and again. First it was between her shoulder blades, then it was her arms, neck, shoulders, head, back, face, and even the skin beneath her chitinous top. It was all little at first - nothing to alarm her or make her truly wonder - but as the hours went by, the feeling grew greater and in more spots than just a single one at a time.
Hours after she and her man returned home from the latter's weekday work, she was openly scratching and visibly soured. Beneath her lips she grit her teeth as she raked nail, crown, and wing where the prickling, quivering sensations lurked. Her man, seeing her plight, questioned her and asked what was wrong. His reply was a snap and glower, a testament to what had come long before and what would be repeated soon now. Still he tried, undeterred, until the itchy queen floated up and stormed off to her nest, slamming the door behind her in her fit. Her pet, like the Raevan's man, asked the Frei what was wrong out of the goodness of her innards, but too was met with the testy tone and ugly look of the queen. Unlike Zeke, Nel bowed out with just that and tucked herself away.
Although pet and human were out of her hair, the viral being was not soothed within the confines of her room. With the itching driving her up a wall she felt trapped inside her own skin. The more she tried to stop it, the deeper it seemed to sink in. She hissed and spat, cursed and snarled, but no amount of guttural, inhuman sounds cured her agony or her indignation. She continued well into the night, only stopping to slam the door shut again when her guardian tried to let himself in to check on her before bed. There was no respite for her. Lotion was out of the question. Rubbing against the bedpost and walls were only useful as a moment to rest her fingers. She couldn't sleep like this. Her digits, wings, and spindly legged crown were growing tired and taught from the constant motion. Soon they would be uncooperative or numb - whichever came first - and yet her problem only seemed to grow. Through her mounting anger the Frei remembered a time where this had happened. Last year, about this time in fact, she had undergone a transformation of sorts that left her itchy, sore, and in a foul mood unlike any other. It had been an equally terrible time with messier results but...A certain tarantula had told her days after that such things would only happen every few years.
Turning her six eyes to the tank on her bureau, the widow made an accusatory sound through her teeth. There was no reply from the glass box, not even movement, but she knew her pet had heard. The tarantula knew she had lied to the Frei and right now that was not a smart thing to have done. To the spider queen, Nel was lucky that her mistress was too occupied to do more than throw hisses and glares her way. What she would have done if not, she would not have been able to say, but the threat was there and valid.
With the idea that this might be the same happenstance that occurred last year in mind, she only grew more anguished. If this truly was the start of a repeat event, she would have to endure a week of torture. To keep her head - or what was left of it beneath the constant itching - the Frei stuck herself firmly in denial. This occurrence was everything but a second shedding of her skin. It was the weather. It was the temperature. The air was too dry or there was something in it that was making her itch. Possibilities arose and were hung up next to each other in line in her mind but there was only one truth to this matter. The queen only came to terms with it after it reared its ugly head in a form that she could not deny.
Scratching into her skin made tears after enough time. They were meant to be made, but not quite yet and not in such a manner, and so they stung horribly. The spider queen only hissed and spat more but couldn't make herself stop as air on that opened skin only made her itch more. With those first open scratches, more were made, and flakes fell from back into hand and there underwent a transformation. As with the since passed year, the removed bits blackened and hardened, shrinking slightly in the process, until bits of chitin were inadvertently cradled in the Frei's palm. With that hardened state came rough, sharp edges, and many growing jabs into that part of her anatomy. Feeling this, the Frei wrenched her hand away to see what was amiss. What she saw made her mind blank for mere moments, but when she came back to herself and her current state, the only thing the queen could do first was release a horrified and angered wail.
And with that sound, Anastacia's second molt began.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 9:37 am
The Call It had fallen on a weekday. A regular, not-at-Lab workday. Zeke had been finishing up some paperwork at his desk for a rescued Bichon Frise with a severe case of matted fur when his cellphone went off. The screen on the top of the flip phone read 'Alex' and without a wasted second the vet happily set down his pen to answer. He expected a cheery reminder about dinner plans or perhaps even a hope and a prayer that he could help her with something Lab-related long before his scheduled weekend shift would start come Saturday.
It was neither.
The topic of the call was, in fact, the last thing on his mind that day but once the words echoed in his ears that thing was slammed right to the forefront of his mind. He gaped and stared sightlessly at the door that stood closed before his desk for several heartbeats. Silence filled the air and the woman on the other end of the line had to call the raver's name twice before he came back to earth. When he did, words immediately started spewing from his lips at a high volume. The tone, the speed, the suddenness, and the overly-loud chatter caused his aloof Raevan to pause in her knitting to stare. Agitation was written upon her features at his random outburst, but Zeke's face was an entire story of delight, amazement, awe, and excitement that combined into one simple thought: He had to be there. NOW.
"Don't call her! I'll be there in a few!"
Zeke made Alex promise five times before he hung up, getting his act together in as harried a manner as any as he did so. The promises were silly on his part - he had already had Alex's word to leave this one to him a long time ago - but his mind was working too fast for him to even consider it. No, everything now was about what had happened and what was to come because of it and how he had to get his a** in gear to get it done. He was a mad whirlwind of activity and it didn't die even as he left the animal clinic and did much like Alex had done with him - speeding himself and his ward from Durem to Gambino in what felt like - and had to be because it couldn't wait! - ten seconds flat.
"We're here!" He cried as he unceremoniously threw open both of the Lab's glass doors and shoved himself inward before Anastacia. A nasty glance was thrown his way by the spider Frei at his uncouth behavior but the Frei said nothing, knowing full well it'd fall on adrenaline-deafened ears. She was right in this regard as Zeke made a beeline for the secretary's desk and the cordless phone topping it without any regard as to who or what could possibly be in his way on the way there. He all but threw himself over the top in his mad dash for the thing, and grabbed it as soon as his feet touched the ground. There was no debate about using the Lab's phone or his cellphone where Anita's number had been so lovingly stored over a year ago. No, Zeke was going to be traditional even in his fervor, and that meant Anita was going to be called at home and on the Lab's lan line. There would be no other way.
He punched the numbers for Anita's apartment, hit the 'Call' button, and waited on frayed and fraying nerves as the ring-backs began.
Brrrrr~
He became keenly aware of a lump in his throat that was blocking all sound, even the pants that came with the dash he had just made and accomplished.
Brrrrr~
Zeke tried hard to get his breathing under control, even as he paced back and forth behind the desk like a caged animal. With the panting came wheezing and with wheezing came the notion that the moment Anita picked up, he'd probably sound like some sort of creeper who gets off on the sound of a pretty girl's voice to his young friend.
Brrrrr~
C'mon, Anita, pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up...
Brrrrr...Click!
YES!
"Hi! You've reached..."
s**t!
"Minerva, Anita and Tango!" There was a barking after Tango's name. "Leave a message and we'll get back to you soon!"
"Ah..." The message ended and the shrill 'beep!' sounded off, giving Zeke his sign to leave his reason for calling. Now that he had it, he was left much like he was when Alex called him - gaping and staring at the door. He knew what had to be said - had made a few calls to new guardians himself from time to time - but for the life of him he was stuck! The words had lodged themselves on the lump in his throat and were not budging. Time was wasting, he was waiting, and for the life of himself, Zeke could not get anything out. He simply stood there instead, jaw moving to make the words he could not utter, looking very much like the so called 'deer in the headlights'.
Thunk!
Out of nowhere, something soft but tossed with feeling collided with the side of his green and purple head. The vet whipped around, looking for the culprit, and came across Anastacia - hovering near the couch and looking as miffed as she could be.
"Get on with it!" She hissed through slightly bared teeth, throwing another ball of yarn at her guardian and hitting him square in the chest. He had NOT just dragged her out and driven her around like a maniac without so much as a polite gesture and to the ******** LAB of all places just to gape like a fish out of water on the phone! If he had something to say, for all that was in her, he would get it out and pronto!
Her actions were done out of anger and upset, but the results were just the same as if she had cooed words of confidence in his ear and patted him on the head. Zeke grabbed the second ball as it fell from its hit point over his heart and with something solid now in his once-free hand, the vet took to squeezing the pink yarn like a stress ball and getting himself back on track. No smile was thrown at Anastacia at the moment, but a thank you was in his heart all the same despite that. The actions of the spindly virus Frei dislodged the vocal block and sent the words he wanted to say tumbling from Zeke's lips.
"Hey Anita! It's...It's Zeke! From th-the...the ah...L-Lab!" She would know him and where he worked by now, but as before Zeke didn't realize the silliness of his statement at the moment. "L-Listen...I'm calling t-to inform you that at..." He went quiet over the line again as he flipped the cover of the Crocodile Raevan's manilla folder open, scanning the first white page of notes and information quickly for the time. "At one PM this afternoon, your R-Raevan was released from the d-development tank. He," and he couldn't help but stress the pronoun, "w-was then given a physical and passed with fl-flying colors. This means..."
Again a pause, this time to clear his throat and lick his suddenly chapped lips, feeling the excitement that had leaped into life at the clinic double and then triple in his gut. From there the feeling filled him completely and made his trembling transform into full on shaking as the grin he wore stretched his features to the max in that moment. If he was already like this for and before the phone call, powers that be help Anita when she walked through those front doors! The pause helped his stutter, the vet swallowing it to give clearer, but no less excitedly rushed facts of the matter.
"This means that he is free and ready to go home with you now. He's..." What else could he say? Zeke gripped the cordless phone tighter in his hand and pressed it hard against his ear as though he would hear voices outside the answering machine that would alert him to Anita actually being there. No such luck, but even if there had been a means to do such a thing, it didn't stop the vet from slowly shaking his head as everything was settling in and hard.
"He's waiting, Anita. He's waiting and he's all yours and I swear if you don't get down here quick I'm going to explode!" Zeke burst into laughter. Everything had settled in full well and the very threat was true - someone would have to help Anita the moment she waltzed in because he was going to haul her over to the desk as soon as she stepped foot inside the lobby. No time to waste, even though he was doing so trying to get the message out and get his raucous laughter under control.
"If you need a ride, I do have a car. If you don't...Well then hurry it up girl!" Laughter again. There was no way he could keep a lid on it. Not now. It'd have to run its course and take some of his pent up energy with it because he was unable and wholly unwilling to stop it now. It was official - he'd only be able to stop after everything was said, done, and wrapped up with a neat little bow. Until then though?
"I...Oh man...I'm gonna be here all day, Anita. Come by at ANY time, but sooner would really be better than later, okay? Like I said...I'm probably gonna explode all over the wall at some point and that won't be any good! We're just...I'm ********, I'm too excited! He's here, Anita! Your boy is here and he's waiting for you!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:40 pm
Das Kleine Krokodil
Participants: Anastacia, Anita, Cruz, and Zeke
Location: Lab 305
Type: {PRP - PICK UP}
Status: Complete
--- Summary ---
Cruz is born and sent home with Anita!
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 5:45 pm
The Chat{September 20th, 2011} "Good luck, man,"
"Have fun, you two."
And like that, they were gone. Zeke stayed in the Lab's lobby for a few moments after Anita and Cruz had departed via bicycle, waiting until both were out of sight over the gentle crest of the hill near the end of the street before moving from his spot at the door. If Alex was to show up now and ask him his opinion of the green Frei, Zeke would give nothing but glowing praise. He was definitely a sweetie, and the vet could only feel humbled awe that even in the face of Anastacia's rage he wanted to know who she was and why she hadn't come out of her room. And speaking of Anastacia...
Time to have that talk. Zeke had been smiling throughout his entire interaction with the Frei and his Guardian once all were in the lobby, but now that the new pair were set and on their way home, the smile lessened into neutrality - but not the type brought about by exhaustion. No, he knew what he had to do, and while it wouldn't be fun and games for either party, he wasn't going to let it or Anya go without something being said. He took one extra moment to steel himself and, once completed, spun on his heel toward the door. The only pause he made after that was to put Cruz's folder in the proper filing cabinet at his desk, but as soon as the door to the metal cabinet clicked into place, Zeke was on the move again. Less than a minute later he was down the hall and opening the proper door.
The first thing the raver noticed when he stepped into the office was that nothing seemed to have been picked up. Books littered the floor in front of the shelf they once occupied, papers were scattered, pens and other odds-and-ends were spilled all over the floor, and even the desk's swivel chair was still overturned. Though he did tell her it would have been nice for her to start picking up the mess, the vet didn't command it and thus didn't feel any upset that nothing had been done. In fact, he knelt down and scooped up a few stray papers himself, eyes landing on his ward only once he rose up again.
The Frei was floating before the desk Cruz had been thrown over, slitting the veins and stem of the once-potted plant with a letter opener and steady precision. She didn't move even as the vet drew near to put the papers on the desk again, focused on her meal and getting the last few touches of sickness out of a plant that could no longer recover.
Zeke did not disturb her, letting her feed while he set about righting the chair that lay haphazardly on the floor. By the time it was on its wheeled feet again Anastacia had finished and thrown the remains of her lunch into the trashcan. The letter opener was pushed across the desk - signalling her loss of need for the tool - and Zeke put it in the closest drawer. Guardian and Raevan locked eyes then, neither showing much but quiet observation on their faces. They were studying one another; judging to see who was feeling what and who would make the first move though neither appeared keen to do so to the other. Zeke was looking to see how Anastacia was given how he left her and now that she had eaten; Anya was monitoring if her Guardian would actually say something to her or let her off scot free. Zeke's tone and the words he left with had shocked her into silence, the food had helped to ease her wracked nerves, and her time in the room alone had let her simmer and think plenty. There wasn't much to think on really. Her thoughts were simple - she was still in the right. She had been attacked and had reacted as appropriate given the situation and Zeke had still done an awful thing to go to her attacker before her. Recalling it now made her brows knit and a crease form between her lavender eyes, but while Zeke had taken his sweet time taking care of the freak and his woman, she felt sure that in that time the vet had gotten his priorities straight. She had certainly yelled at him enough to leave an invisible mark on him about it.
"So," Zeke began, again in that calm tone he had left on. At the word Anastacia straightened, head held erect and gaze sharpening. If he had gotten his priorities in line, he wasn't making it known. That was oddly fine with her. It was likely dumb male pride or something human, she supposed, but perhaps it was the idea that the vet had a spine to him and had managed to shock her that was keeping her rather mild about this conversation to come. Then again, she had just eaten, and food always made her feel complacent among other things. No matter what it was, however, she was waiting. "I talked to Anita about what happened."
Defiance crept into her veins as the words left his lips. Anita. The freak's woman. The one who had given her the filthy looks as she dragged the green male out of the room, the thought of which made her pinions and crown quiver in agitation and the first touches of a frown tug her lips.
"She's not mad at you," the vet watched his ward closely, hands on the desk's top to show he was also holding no anger or aggression toward the spindly femme. "And neither is Cruz."
"Cruz?" The fact that there was good news for her in this whole thing was not noticed as that foreign name was uttered. It ended in the same hard consonant Zeke's began with and rolled off the tongue with a flared yet rumbled 'r' sound. Had it been any other Raevan, she might have found it agreeable. Perhaps even pleasant. Instead, given just whom the name belonged, Anastacia crossed her arms over her chest and looked disgusted. Cruz. Her assailant's name was Cruz.
"That's the name of the newborn." Zeke was given an exaggerated look that asked him if he thought the Raevan before him was stupid. He didn't think that of course, and thus didn't react to it past a slight frown of his own before continuing. "But like I said, despite what happened he's not mad at you." And here Zeke's frown flipped to a little smile, still touched by the Crocodile's behavior in the lobby. "In fact, I'd say he was worried about you."
The latter portion made one of the spider femme's slender brows raise, but she made no comment on what Zeke had just said. Her assailant was worried about her? Hah to the very idea! More like worried about what she'd say in regards to what happened, which she had already done before Zeke went to see them. He had been trying to make himself look like he wasn't at fault and had fooled the humans. A simple task, especially since Zeke was an absolute moron, but in doing so he had damned himself more and severely misjudged the spider queen in one fell stroke. Clearly he wasn't very bright.
"Of course he was." The scathing tone was heavy on her tongue and a roll of her eyes completed the look Anastacia was going for. She could have laughed at such a thing but instead turned away from her man, moving over the wreckage of her reaction as though it wasn't even there.
As she did so, Zeke sighed outwardly and moved around the desk to the side, watching his ward as she floated. Despite the remark, she wasn't coming across as still enraged. Pissed off, maybe, but if she truly was she was hiding it well enough. So far so good, but given her reply Zeke felt the need to explain.
"He was looking out the door for you and even wanted to know your name, Anya, even after what happened. He's a real sweet kid."
The Frei came to a fast stop, ugly expression rising up on her face. A sweet kid? A SWEET KID?! The femme turned around and showed her so called "man" the look she wore, trying to bore holes into him with her eyes.
"There's nothing "sweet" about what he did to me!" She cried, voice immediately raising. "He assaulted me! The hell that's "sweet"!" A low hiss left the spider Frei's lips, daring Zeke to tell her otherwise. If he was still siding with him after what had happened...Well...She didn't know just what she'd do, but it wouldn't be lodging herself up in the corner again, that was for sure.
Zeke flinched as the Frei turned vicious again. He wasn't expecting things to be taken with a giggle and twirl from the virus Frei, but it still came as a right hook all the same.
"Anya..." He spoke slowly, pausing to judge his words as they came to mind in order to be said. There was no good way to go about this. No matter what he thought up it was clear it was a literal 'damned if you do' situation. Whatever he said in regards to what happened would set her off, but it had to be done. Yes, Cruz had kissed her and broken the cardinal rule of Anya, but it was a case of 'he didn't know any better'. He probably knew now. Like he did in the lobby, Zeke braced himself for the s**t storm he was about to unleash. "He didn't assault you."
"EXCUSE ME?!" Disgust faded into disbelief which started to become rage. Did she hear him right? That little green stain on Raevankind HADN'T ASSAULTED HER? What sort of bullshit was this?
Again Zeke flinched, more due to the volume of the Raevan's screech than her tone this time.
"Cruz didn't assault you. He kissed you, yes, and that's not right without your permission, but he didn't know any better." Zeke looked at his ward, silently pleading that she not take too much offense even though it truly was a hopeless wish. "Because of that...If any assaulting went on today, it was done by you, Anya."
The rage graciously held off so Anastacia could remain in disbelief for several heartbeats longer. She needed it, simply so her mind could come up to speed for the total insanity that had been spoken to her. Zeke, the uncaring twerp that he was clearly showing he was, was saying - to her face - that she had not been attacked and that it was she, herself, who had done the physical assaulting.
It.
Did.
Not.
Make.
Sense.
She had told him what had happened; she had told the truth! She had floated in to get her meal and had been accosted by a cretin in green who had put his mouth on her! She had shoved him away to get him off of her, sure, but that was self defense! She had defended herself from the brute and Zeke was saying that SHE was in the wrong? That she had been the attacker? How could he think such a thing? Where did he have the gall?!
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" The rage hit like a typhoon and sent the Raevan into an encore performance of her demeanor and reactions from earlier. Her wings and crown flared outward, her face contorted, she began to shake all over, and her lips pulled back to show her teeth - prompting a reappearance from her syringe-like fangs. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! HE ASSAULTED ME, ZEKE! I DEFENDED MYSELF GODDAMMIT!"
Zeke's eyes darted about his Raevan's form, watching her hands ball into fists at her sides when she threw them down from across her bosom. Yes, he had certainly opened the floodgates, but though his stomach twisted at this new side of his Anastacia, the vet held his ground. He wouldn't lay a hand on her even if she struck him, but he would say his piece.
"I know you reacted that way because of what happened, but between him kissing you and you throwing him across the room--"
"HOW ELSE WAS I GOING TO GET HIM OFF ME?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Zeke was siding with that thing over her. He was saying that she was wrong; that she had been the brute in this matter! It was insane! Inane! How could he stand here and say this to her? How could he honestly put the green freak over his own Raevan and play white knight to her attacker?! Those questions on top of everything else made her feel an urge - the urge to strike the man who stood so certain and uncaring of her and her wellbeing before her. She hadn't witnessed a fight since that parking lot brawl who knows how long ago, and while she had cast the actions those two men had done off as barbaric and beneath her, the feeling gripped her core tightly. One solid punch, it seemed to say, and that would help. It would make him see how wrong he was and put him in his place, as well as make her feel better too. It was so, so tempting, but despite her anger and everything she was feeling, Anastacia held on to her resolve on that matter, especially in the face of this insolence. If she punched him, if she laid one little digit on any part of him, she would just prove what he was saying. She would be an aggressor and Zeke would be right when he was so sorely wrong. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" The Raevan raised her balled fists to her head, rested them against her temples, and pinched her lavender eyes shut as she violently shook her head. "I'M NOT WRONG! YOU ARE!"
Zeke watched the display with a tight, anguished feeling filling his chest. He knew she wouldn't take this well, but he didn't fathom just how she would. Watching her morph into a shrieking stranger filled with nothing but hate and rage toward him upset him. He wasn't scared of the spider or her reactions but seeing Anastacia in this state hurt him all the same. Damned if he did? For certain; and it'd only get worse from here.
"I know why you did it," Zeke croaked, stopping to cough a sudden lump out of his throat, "Trust me, I get that and I know I handled things poorly, Anya, but there's more to it than that. What happened...What you did in response, I mean...It's not something you can get away with either." The frown had long since returned to his face and with it, Zeke looked sad and miserable. Part of him still hoped the Frei would see just why he was saying what he was and why he had to do this, but the other knew that that was nigh impossible. He knew and understood where she was coming from and why she was upset. He was just very much stuck and saying more and more only got him in deeper and deeper and he had no way to fix this. It made him feel weak and lost and dammit all he didn't like it any way it was sliced. Already he was second guessing himself and trying to find some way to make her okay again, but he knew he was failing that big time. This was hard.
"GET AWAY WITH?" Anastacia rose to a height of six foot-two and glared down at the much shorter man. She knew exactly what this was. "IF ANYONE'S GETTING AWAY WITH ANYTHING, IT'S THAT LITTLE FREAK!" She dropped one hand and pointed a shaking finger at the door. "YOU'RE JUST SWEEPING THIS UNDER THE RUG, YOU b*****d!" She knew it. He didn't care. Punishing her for something she didn't do? Next he would say she was overreacting!
"I'm not! It's just...You could have hurt him Anya! He's just a baby!"
"AND YOU DON'T THINK HE HURT ME?!"
"What? No, no! You misunderstand! But...He didn't know any better..." He looked horrified now, trying to implore her but finding the words hard. Zeke was chatty and could say the right things when the mood was high or tense, but put him in a situation like this or a sad one, and he would easily find himself at a loss. Joking, teasing, and lightheartedness had no place at such times and this was one of them.
"SO YOU ADMIT IT! YOU DON'T THINK HE HURT ME!"
"I didn't say that! Anything like that! I know he shocked you, Anya, and maybe even scared you but--"
"BUT NOTHING!" The Frei roared, everything spidery about her stretched to its max. It was clear as crystal, as bright as day, as apparent as the eyes on her face...And she was done with it. "TAKE ME HOME!"
"What?" He hadn't been expecting that and was sent through a loop by the sudden demand.
"YOU HEARD ME! TAKE ME HOME! NOW!" Here there was no place to hide from the man. Home offered her one refuge and one she could easily make sure Zeke could not get into. In that refuge she would also have a confidant who would agree with her and label this man as uncaring a "Guardian" as she knew he was now. That's what she needed now. Agreement and someone who would surely see her side. Zeke certainly didn't, and the rest of them who worked here wouldn't either.
"I--"
Another glare met Zeke, and he could only gape as Anastacia flew right at the door and threw it open hard enough that the latch on the opposite side banged into the wall. She was quickly out the opening, with Zeke following close behind.
"Anya wait!"
"NO! I'M GOING HOME!" This conversation was over. This whole travesty was over. She couldn't exactly fly home in the cold September air, but she knew she was forcing his hand. She knew he knew what happened to her when out in the cold too long and wouldn't let that happen. In her state of mind, that was because it would make him look bad and he wouldn't want that. He let her problems slide off his back, but there was no way he would let her make them for him. And if he tried to bring this back to life while in the car? Well although she was bringing this to an end, that wasn't to say she didn't still have fight in her. Zeke could try, but he would be sorely mistaken for doing so.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:19 pm
The Plan{September 20th, 2011} "Can you believe he said that to me?! He thinks I'm the assailant and that I deserve to be punished! How can he even think that? URGH! He should be on my side dammit, not his!"
"Well...Between being kissed and being thrown over a desk--"
When the words were spoken, Anastacia halted her infuriated pacing and rounded on her pet tarantula, pressing her face nearly against the glass and glaring in at the other arachnid.
"You acted like anyone would have! If I was in your spot I would have pushed the creep off me. And he should have known better anyway; I mean, you have 'look, don't touch' written all over you!"
Nel caught herself in time and the spider queen eased away from the glass, rising back to her full height and beginning her pacing anew. From the moment she had gotten home, the Frei had barricaded herself in her room and had been fuming. Curses, hisses, intelligible words...all were directed at her Guardian who, in her books, had committed a cardinal sin against her. It was only now that she had released enough steam to tell her pet what had transpired, but upon giving the entire story, Anastacia had worked herself back up again. As she paced, she flicked her wings more forcibly than necessary and moved the legs of her crown as a group to the rhythm of her heartbeat. Up and down, in and out, back and forth...despite being worked up, she did not throw nor flip anything around her. Instead, the Virus femme was nodding in agreement to what her pet had said.
"That's right; I am right. Zeke's in the wrong."
"He is."
The spider queen fell silent after the repeated agreement, continuing her pacing through the center of her room. She crossed her arms over her chest, then uncrossed them; paused by the window before turning from the darkness outside and her reflection in the glass. When she got nearer to her door on her return pass, she gave the wood a nasty glare. For all she knew, Zeke was still outside her door. The vet had tried several times throughout the day to get the Widow to come out - going so far as to try and open her door in fact - but each time he had been met with angry words and a door in his face in the case of the latter event. He had tried to explain himself and just get the Frei out to talk more in general, but Anastacia would have none of it. Now it was late, and the vet's last attempt had been some few hours ago before he went to bed. With no luck even then, he figured he'd try again on the morrow (when the spider queen was hopefully more calm) and wished his angry Frei a good night. Anastacia had spat at the door in response.
That of course had been hours ago. The saliva that had come from her lips had dried and was invisible where it landed. She had just finished telling her tale to her pet and was now glaring at the door with a single idea in mind. She was in the right of course and Zeke was wrong. He needed to be punished.
"I can't stay in here forever..."
Anastacia turned away from the door, floated past her bed and her pet's tank, and settled by the window again. Staying in her room wasn't doable, even if it was preferable. The need to feed would make sure of that. She could suck heat out of the vent, but it would never fill her quite like a sickness did. She had to think of something that would work. Something out there would be perfect, but what?
Nel watched her owner with one thought on her mind. Although Anastacia hadn't spoken her plan, the spider could guess on what she was thinking. As such, she was not keen to speak her idea: Venom. Poison always did the trick when one was wronged but...While she looked down on males as the weaker gender, the vet had bought her even at Anastacia's whim. She couldn't see herself outing that power or really letting it happen to the man for that alone. She owed him that much. Luckily for Nel, Anya at least had another idea.
"I could run away..." Not a good one, all things considered.
"You won't last long out there in the cold," Nel spoke up gingerly, shifting in her tank and ready to flee if the spider queen turned on her again. "And you don't have connections for a place to stay."
"Mmm..." That was true, and although it made the Frei furrow her brow and her lips tug down into a frown, she couldn't deny that her pet was right. "But he can't go unpunished for this."
Running away, no. Assaulting the man, no. Venom, most definitely no. Nel shifted side to side more, trying to weigh options and garner new ones. One finally came to her, and in a stroke of brilliance it happened to be one that fit the Frei and her disposition to a T. What's more, it would probably cut deep into the friendly, talkative man her guardian was and Nel was certain Anastacia would like that.
"How about the cold shoulder?"
"The what?"
"The cold shoulder. You know...The silent treatment. You don't talk to him, even when he talks to you. He asks you something, you pretend like he's not in the room; no matter how angry he gets or what he says. I've seen it before and people hate it so...if it's an apology you're looking for from him, he'd probably give it after a few days of nothing from you."
Anastacia considered this, straightening as she thought the idea over. An apology was something she was looking for among other things, and the overall thought of upsetting the man was delicious to the Frei. She knew him - he was a talker and didn't do well in awkward silences. Flat out ignoring him for a day or two would surely break him and have him back in her hand once more.
"Perfect."
With the spider queen's agreement, Nel relaxed in her tank. There. That would do. No physical harm necessary and most certainly no poison. Even as a pet shop spider she knew of the infamous effects of the black widow's bite. And for the man who bought her...They were now solid.
"I'm glad you think so. All you have to do is ignore him. He can do things for you, but you can't ask him to do them flat out."
"I figured that much." Turning from the window, Anastacia passed by her pet's tank once more. She gave the tarantula inside a look that was asking Nel if she thought the Widow was stupid before passing on by to lay down on her bed and consider this idea more. The more she thought on it, the more the Raevan liked it. It might be a little tricky to not snap at him for being a moron, but she could do it. She would do it, and then she would be the ruler of this roost once again and Zeke would be right where he belonged - beneath her. Oh yes, perfect indeed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 3:27 pm
Not`s For You
Participants: Anastacia, Axel, Idylla, and Zeke
Location: Axel's office in Barton
Type: {PRP - DROP OFF}
Status: Complete
--- Summary ---
Zeke and a still-mute Anya head to Barton in order to drop off an Essence and Soul Glass to one Axel Harkias. Anastacia discovers the concept of twins as well as an interest in fancy dresses while Zeke delights in conversation with Axel and her sister Idylla.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 10:28 am
Raevan's First...Costume?{October 8th, 2011} "It's a party," he said. "You're going to need a costume!"
So here they were now, stepping over the threshold of the largest party store Durem had to offer. Zeke had just spent four hours helping Alex write addresses on envelopes, stuff said envelope with an invite, and then mail them all off to the various Guardians, Raevans, and those who had filled out an application to be a part of the Lab's project. Needless to say, the vet was happy to be out and about now and it showed with how gaily he bounced through the automatic doors into the store.
Anya, while happy herself to be out of the bore fest that was the Lab, didn't share his enthusiasm. While she liked shopping and perusing aisles to her heart's content, she wasn't on board with the reason why they were here. Zeke went on about how she needed a costume, and while she had done a marvelous job ignoring him in face of his cheery raving about it, she was still aware of the situation. A party, a Lab one at that, didn't sit well with her and not only because of her antisocial nature. No, after the last Lab event and the sudden turn that one took because of that nasty, unnatural storm, she had firmly decided she was not a party girl. She would rather be kept out of it, in fact, but given she was sticking to her guns about not talking to her man, she couldn't have her say.
Nel had said it would be difficult at times.
It's not like I have to get anything. She could easily turn her nose up to every costume Zeke presented her with. It might take awhile, but eventually the chipper vet would be defeated and Anastacia would have a win with nothing more than a repeated raise and turn of her head. Yes, that sounded perfect.
"Ready?" Zeke's voice pulled the Frei out of her thoughts and before she could stop herself she turned to look at him. The vet was standing by a rack with all shelves packed with Halloween-themed tinsel. In the few seconds they had been in the store the raver had gone over and pulled a couple packages of the stuff off the metal display, looking them over with childish glee. In his left hand was orange tinsel dotted with pumpkins, in his right was purple with a spattering of cat-shaped pieces. He held both as he looked at the Frei, waiting patiently. His reply was nothing more than Anya moving past him toward the first set of aisles. "Wait for me!" The tinsel was set down again and Zeke jogged after her, catching up just as the Frei took a sharp right into the first rack-made hallway.
Like the tinsel lined the rows of the shelves they were tightly packed on, the walls created by the metal stands were lined to bursting with costumes. Anya was reminded of the dress closet at Axel's office, but in the Frei's opinion, the human woman's closet was much more appealing than what waited before her. Whereas the dresses she had browsed through not two days ago were gorgeous to the Frei - even if their material wasn't to her liking - the nearest costumes she saw seemed lesser than that of even regular every day clothing. If Zeke expected her to wear something like that, he was sorely mistaken. Even so, the Frei still started off down the aisle all the same, idly browsing though it was clear to her there was nothing here that was worth it. The thought only grew as she went along, picking at fabrics and turning around each time Zeke's voice called to her to make a suggestion or show off something he had found.
Princesses, queens, witches, vampires, costumes mimicking the garments of far off lands and cultures...even a pumpkin get up that made the wearer look three times too wide around the middle greeted her from the female side of things. The male side of things were no better, though after a few aisles she started to wonder why Zeke wasn't even looking for anything for himself. She knew she had trained him well and that he put others before himself in general, but it was still odd that his eyes didn't even move to the male costumes unless they were about to exit an aisle.
Weird man. Eventually she figured he was just here for her and probably had something stupid stashed away at home, something that she'd only see come the twenty-second when they were to leave for the party. With that decided, she considered it fine and continued on her way with little hindrance, sinking behind Zeke as the vet took over the frog march through the store.
There were no clocks on the wall that she could see, so after another two aisles had been visited the Frei started to guess that they had been in the store for about an hour now. She was steadily becoming bored and, to her displeasure, the vet only seemed to grow more eager to find her something as time went on. Turning up her nose to a costume only seemed to strengthen his resolve, making him pull more options out and make even more frequent stops in each aisle.
"How about this?" Zeke said as he held out a number that seemed to be composed of entirely blue, silver, and black sequins. "Ninteen-twenties flapper is a pretty neat costume." The ensemble glittered under the fluorescent lights, second only to Zeke's smile in terms of annoying brightness. As far as length went the outfit was agreeable to the Frei - nothing to drag her down or cover her ribbon and rune - and while it wasn't satin, sheer, or cheap velvet like most of the costumes thus far it still wasn't anything she could see herself in. Besides, those sequins looked like they'd be itchy against her shoulders and back. Again she turned up her nose to her man and his offering.
"Okay, another miss." Zeke put the costume back, fingering over other flapper costumes that were in differently colored sequins. There was even a purple one, and Zeke pulled it out once his eyes rested on it. "Look, this one's purple!"
Purple was as agreeable as the costume's length, but it was - as the saying went - the same s**t, just a different color. She turned her nose up once again and Zeke put the costume back.
"Hmm..." He was dead set on getting her a costume, and while he was all too happy to do so, he was a little dismayed that so far nothing had been even considered or held on to as a possible. He knew Anastacia wasn't automatically drawn to each and every thing she saw, but surely something should have caught her eye by now. He was going to be patient though. This was Durem's largest party store after all and from what he had seen through browsing they literally had everything when it came to costumes. Had he not had one already picked and planned for himself he might have been walking around with his arms laden with costume choices for himself too! "How about we see what they have for accessories instead?" Getting out of the aisles would provide a clear head, plus who knows - Anya just might be able to build herself a costume out of odds and ends.
The suggestion, as sudden as it was, sounded fine to the Frei. She might have had no desire to dress up, finding such a thing dumb especially for the event, but she deemed the idea of browsing for accessories in the open area of the store behind the registers better than the endless in and out sweeping of the aisles. Zeke waved for her to follow him and she did so, feeling better once they were both out of the claustrophobic aisles. Had her wings not been kept firmly against her back thanks to her coat, she would have given them a hearty shake, but for good measure she stretched and flexed her crown, feeling the same good pull she would have felt in her shoulders around her head instead. A yawn escaped her, but the veterinarian missed it as some shiny Halloween doodad immediately caught his eye just short of the accessories area.
Anastacia left him to his own devices and floated on ahead. Now that Zeke was wrapped up in something, she felt more at ease and less agitated, letting herself enjoy her impromptu 'me' time. Her posture relaxed and she freely ran her slender fingered hands over the items to her right. Plastic, metal, paper here and there...There was the odd strange texture now and again, but for the most part what was on shelves and in bins in this area was nothing out of the ordinary and thus not of any interest to the Frei.
She rounded a corner before the open area led into another labyrinth of aisles, gripping the corner of a bin to swing herself around with ease and some speed. Doing so put her into the path of an oncoming cart pushed by a harried looking mother of two and the Frei pulled herself out of the way quickly via the same corner. The sudden yank, however, knocked her off kilter and without her wings to help her balance, she almost completely toppled into the bin she had a hold on.
"Watch it!" She snapped at the woman as she passed, earning her a glare which she returned just as fiercely. The woman didn't stick around - a classic hit-and-run from the spider queen's standpoint - too in a hurry to care about running down half-bodied women who just randomly flew into her path with a shopping cart.
Anastacia watched the woman go, glaring and stretching her crown out until she was a blur and then finally gone. The nerve of some people, running around like they owned the place and not respecting others who were in the store with them! She was lucky the virus Frei's ire had calmed before then or else she would have had it coming!
With her non-existent feathers now thoroughly ruffled, the Frei started to pick herself up out of the mess she had been so rudely thrown into. A frown was full on her face as she pushed off a few discarded packages of Halloween make up, but the expression didn't last long as her hand suddenly brushed against something decidedly NOT plastic or metal or paper.
It was something furry.
The Frei reacted as though she had been bitten and quickly recoiled both her hand and her body from the bin. She turned to face it right after, holding the offended hand to her chest with the opposite one. Her eyes immediately found what had given her such a start - something tawny brown was poking out of the pile of plastic encased make up and trinkets, and yes, it was definitely furry. Anastacia stared at it blankly for a moment, then reached out and took a hold of one of the make up kits littering the bin. She used it as a makeshift shovel and lifted the furry whatever-it-was, finding not a cat or some sort of bin-loving raccoon but a long, long length of nothing but that plush, furry material.
When all was said and done it lay over the makeup kits as innocent as day, billowing slightly thanks to the heating vents pushing air out overhead. Fully exposed, the boa was not only furry - it was thick. The luxurious sort of thick. Tossing the kit aside, Anastacia gingerly touched over the material, finding it softer than anything she had ever graced her hand over before. She pulled it out of the bin, letting it hang over both her arms so the ends wouldn't touch the floor. A tag hung from one fluffy end and the Frei scooped it up, reading what was written on the card.
Faux Fur Boa
She had no idea what a faux was, but she knew that fur was the material of nobles, royalty, and those with class. She was all three in her head and thus held no other reservations as she looped the fluffy boa around her shoulders. Once it was there, Anastacia was struck with a sharp degree of both 'like' and 'want'. With the boa on, she felt as royal as she knew she was and there was no denying that the furry softness felt nice against her cheeks and chin. 'Want' became 'had to have' as she caught sight of herself in a nearby mirror set up for shoppers to see themselves in the bevvy of wigs and hats clotting the stand next to said mirror.
Perhaps, she mused, having a costume wouldn't be so bad. That costume being only this boa of course. Looking at herself all the more, she deemed herself appropriately dressed with just it alone. Besides...Authentic faux fur? Why draw the eyes away from such a find, especially one that suited her beauty so well? To do otherwise would be madness, and she was NOT a madwoman. With a faint smile at her find and fortune, the Frei turned back toward where she had abandoned Zeke. Nothing needed to be said; he would know by the look on her face that she had found what she wanted and that she was happy with it. He couldn't ask for more there.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 10:29 am
Rain Rain Going Away{October 16th, 2011}Participants: Anastacia, Duncan, and Zeke
Location: Lab 305
Type: {PRP - PICK UP}
Status: Complete
--- Summary ---
Duncan becomes the owner of a Fel Essence and Soul Glass!
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 10:30 am
Transformation{October 22nd, 2011} She was waiting by the door, ready to go. Her costume - that simple tan faux fur boa - was donned over her coat, her gloves were on, and her ear covering in place. Anastacia was fully prepared to brave the late October chill to go to the Lab's Halloween party; though why it wasn't on Halloween itself didn't make sense to the Frei. Why call it a Halloween party when it was happening before the damnable holiday?
Rather than mull over it as she was certain she wouldn't find any reason outside 'humans are dumb', the spider queen instead turned and floated inside the door to the kitchen. Peering at the clock that was built into the oven's top, she sighed as she saw that the present hour was growing ever closer to the next. She was ready and had been for fifteen minutes now, but there was no still Zeke in sight. Any other day of the week she would have been happy for this, but one did not keep a lady waiting.
"It shouldn't take too long," was what he had said to her before dipping into the bathroom some handful of hours before. The vet had even gone in earlier than usual in order to make sure he could get out in time to get ready for this party and yet here Anastacia was, floating by the door waiting on him to get his act together.
Honestly, that man... A low grumble issued forth from the Frei's boa-covered throat as she turned her gaze from the door and instead focused down the hall on the opposite side of the apartment. The shower had long since gone off and the sink wasn't running as the water pump was silent. Just what is he doing in there?!
As the minutes passed with still no arrival of a costumed Zeke, Anastacia grew more and more impatient. Not enough to make her break her vow of silence towards her man, but enough to make her pace and steal agitated glances at the bathroom door as it came into view on her path. She didn't much care for parties given the whole 'social interaction' aspect to them, but if she was being made to attend the vet could at least ensure they weren't late! If the Virus femme had an opinion on anything, it was that showing up after the event began was a big no-no. Passing by the bathroom door again and staring at the door, it was once more made clear that she and her so-called Guardian were NOT on the same wave length for anything.
"Dammit..."
Anastacia became fed up with pacing, impatience increasing too much for that. She stopped her floating march by the front door, swiveling around on her ribbon's tip before following the same track again to reach the hall. Once at the mouth of that area, she turned right into it, floating down its length until she reached the end. Her room was there and once she reached that point, she made a quick left turn into her darkened nest. She wasn't talking to Zeke, but surely she could still make him hurry up some other way.
"He's taking his sweet time," Anastacia didn't waste any time as she reached her pet tarantula's tank.
"He must be very dirty." It was an attempt at a joke, but the spider queen did not realize and took the other arachnid's words at face value.
"No, the shower's been off forever now. I'm getting sick of waiting, but I'm not about to give in and tell him to hurry his a** up." The Frei huffed as her statement came to an end, blowing the sliver of hair on her brow upward with the short gust of air from her lips. "Can I knock on the door? Would that be cheating?" Zeke hadn't yet earned the right to hear her speak to him again, but she had to get him out somehow. However, she didn't want to do it if it meant she was giving in. Nel had given her the idea of the cold shoulder in the first place, so surely she would know what did and did not fly as far as the rules went.
Moving from her half-log hovel to the glass that Anastacia hovered behind, the Mexican Red-Knee mulled her owner's words over. Her knowledge of the topic came from people watching all those years she spent in the pet store and was as such limited. What she saw was simply 'ignore the offending party until they give in or you get over it'; there was nothing about knocking on doors. As such, and given the circumstances, she didn't see what harm could come from it, other than the vet's possibly uplifted mood getting deflated when he realized the knock did not mean Anya had given up the goat.
"I don't think it's cheating. You won't tell him to get out verbally after all and the cold shoulder is about not speaking to the other person. You'd just be knocking so...yeah. It's okay."
If she had the means to do so, the tarantula would have shrugged then, but as she could not, she only reacted in a startled manner as Anastacia immediately turned and took off out the door from whence she had come.
No thank you had been given to the arachnid in the tank, but the Frei didn't feel as though one was necessary at this point in time. She had her answer and would make good now that the affirmative had been given. Stopping before the still closed bathroom door, the Frei scowled at the wood and the man she could hear moving about on the opposite side of it. There really was no reason for him to be taking this long to get ready. Even the appearance-finicky spider queen hadn't taken hours to prepare and clothe herself! With that notion once again fresh in her mind, Anastacia took a breath - one that puffed out her cheeks as she held it - and rapped on the door, hard.
"I'm almost ready! Just a minute!"
His reply was immediate - rehearsed, in Anastacia's mind - and the Frei had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something she felt would be scathing and sarcastic back. Her scowl deepened and she mouthed the words she could not say silently at the door's face, still fuming.
From 'a little while' to 'just a minute'...Urgh! She threw her hands up, but even then she knew she had his attention and that was the immediate goal. Fine.
Reluctantly she called that a 'mission accomplished' and swept herself from before the bathroom door back to where she had been waiting at the front of the apartment. He had sounded cheery - but then again, when didn't he - and with his attention gotten he would now know he was trying the spider queen's patience for certain. If he truly would be out 'in a minute', she didn't want to be standing right there to "greet" him. The last thing she wanted was a make-up covered, costume-clad Zeke in her face. The very thought of being that close to skin-staining holiday paint made her shudder, even though there wasn't one hundred percent certainty the vet would have that sort of gunk on his person at all.
"Doesn't matter," the Virus Frei muttered, "he's going to look dumb regardless." If the vet delighted in wearing obscene eyesores day in and day out when it wasn't Halloween, she could only guess at what train wreck he would be throwing on for the party. And it would be a train wreck - every single color under the sun mish-mashed together, patterns that shouldn't be near each other clashing, horrible cuts of cloth every which way, and his hair...oh god his hair. Anastacia pinched her lavender eyes shut and raised a hand to her brow in order to rub the garish image she had in her head out. Although she had already planned to do so, the idea that she would leave his presence the moment they got to the party was only ground in more. She did NOT want to be associated with whatever it was he was going as or planning to be. The last thing she needed was the embarrassment of others knowing that she was the Raevan to a man as unfashionable and loud and intolerable as...
"Sorry to keep you waiting, m'lady, but I had a bit of trouble getting ready."
Her train of thought was ruined by the vet's voice. While she dreaded seeing him, she knew she would have to face the music at some point and figured she might as well get it over with now.
"Ze--ah!" When she turned to look at him, she was shocked at what stood before her in a polite half-bow enough that his name almost completely slipped from her lips. A quickly raised hand caught the name in time, but it did nothing to prevent her blatant stare. The colors, patterns, and everything else she had pictured and dreaded were not there; they were gone. Zeke was clad in a solid black tuxedo, complete with a white undershirt, black tie, and shiny black dress shoes. The hand that rested on his abdomen was covered by a white glove and free of rings while his wrist was devoid of bracelets and bands. His hair - oh how she had been dreading that and the possibilities! - was colorless, stripped of its vibrant green and darker purple and showing what the vet's untampered hair looked like. Like his suit it was black, but streaked with the silver of early graying along the front, which had been carefully arranged so the usually choppy bangs were as neat and tidy as could be. Zeke's mohawk was missing, and like his bangs those portions had been brushed with care so they would remain in place. The longer portions were tied back as usual but again, with care so his ponytail was raised rather than allowed to lay down his back and shoulders. Although his face was hidden by his proper dip to his ward, Anastacia did not miss the fact that nothing glittered in his ears. When the vet rose to smile at her, she was only shocked more by the missing rings and barbells that were otherwise always in his face. This was not what she had been expecting. Slowly she began to wonder if her Guardian had somehow been replaced during his stint in the bathroom.
When his eyes reached Anastacia's the vet was glowing with good humor and jittery with mirth that began to bubble over his now piercing-less lips. This was perfect! He had heard her catch herself and with the way she was staring, literally STARING, at him he knew he had just rendered his Raevan speechless.
"So what do you think? Pretty good costume huh?" He laughed as he spoke, dropping the 'man of class' act to tug on the lapel of his attire's jacket and sway side to side on his heels. His words jogged the Virus femme back but a c**k of his head and that smile of his made Anastacia know for sure that this tidy stranger was in fact her Guardian. It was certainly him, but the little detail of 'how' boggled her mind. How could the man before her go from barely able to dress himself to...THAT was simply amazing. In fact, it was almost unreal and the spider queen actually shook her head and looked at the vet again, finding the image unchanged and prompting Zeke to really laugh.
"I think that might be the best look I get tonight." He was certain he'd get a ton of them from those who knew him, but no matter what Anastacia's would be hard to beat for first place. With that said, the vet took the initiative, knowing full well he had really held the both of them up. Stepping forward, he walked up to the Frei and then past her, opening the door for the lovely looking Raevan to float out of first. "Shall we, m'lady?"
The spell Zeke's outstanding transformation cast had been broken but even then Anastacia stared, turned, and stared some more as Zeke approached and then bypassed her with nothing more than a cheeky grin and a wink. It was so out of this world! She wasn't sure what to feel about his change and was surprised still when he offered her his arm once the door was opened. In the end she did not take it - even gloved hands did not ease her distaste of touching and being touched in kind - but as they left they walked side by side and only parted when it came time to enter the car. She would regain her normal demeanor fully on the long ride to Barton, but even with her disdain of the man given recent events and her cold shoulder act still firmly in place Anastacia couldn't deny one fact, even to herself: Zeke could clean up good.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 3:56 pm
Spooky Harvest - Halloween Party 2011{October 22nd, 2011}Participants: EVERYONE!
Location: The Red Leaf Vineyard in Barton
Type: {ORP}
Status: Complete
--- Summary ---
A new season brings along a new Lab get together a year after the Summer Party that went awry. New faces are seen, people are met, food is had, and fun...well Anastacia doesn't have the time of her life.
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