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 Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:16 pm
Pietro smiled getting excited as the boy came up with the fun devious plan. " Good thinking...um what's your name again??" he asked guiltly not knowing after spenind so much time with him. Pietro didn't understand why but the small blue haired boy made him feel comfortably with sketchy or akward situations. " I'm Pietro. I'll distract her as long as possible by telling all the items I collected. it makes people sleepy for some reason." he said
The dark covered meta ran over to the lady and said "Hit there! I collect things wanna here what I got..".
The woman was Quite surprised form the sudden appearence of the child. She still smiled only to give a sense of security with boy. The woman had nothing else to do.
" I got a black button!"
"A black thumbtack!"
"A black rose
"Black watch"
"Black sweater.
"Black gloves."
"Black acorn."
"The Black spring of a pen."
As the boy continued she try to stop him here and there but he kept going like and unending song. Soon the woman was annoyed and covered her eyes with her left hand(non ring hand) and threw her right hand (fWR) over the arm rest of the bench leting it dangle. Hoping not seeing boy would lessen the annoyance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:26 am
"It's Giovanni... and thanks." He smiled before watching the other run off, soon following him but going behind the bench once the woman had covered her eyes. Carefully keeping an eye on the womans face every few seconds, Giovanni reached over to her right hand and started to gently ease the ring off of the womans thin finger. Stopping when he reached the first joint below the knuckle, he glanced back up before taking a chance and quickly sliding the ring the rest of the way off, grabbing it and hiding behind the bench and pocketing it.
Letting out a silent sigh, Giovanni cupped his hands over his mouth before mimicking a crows call and the sound of fluttering wings, trying his best to make it seem like a crow had taken the ring.
[Crows are common around Aderyns place so it wouldn't be unlikely that Giovanni can mimic them.]
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:25 pm
}~Rontu Amaru~{
The Playground
Current P.O.V.=
Demetrius "I-I'm not so sure about this...."
Golden eyes tinged with blue peered hesitantly from the rolled down window as Demetrius parked next to the playground, smiling softly.
"It's a good idea, you'll make tons of little friends. Two grown men and a maid aren't healthy for little children. You need a friend your age. Don't worry,"
He began quickly, seeing the flash of fear in his eyes and his little throat twitch with the smallest of gulps,
"I'll watch over you, if anything happens I'll protect you.."
His words reassured the tiny pixie, who unbuckled his seat as Dem shut off the car with the turn of a key. They stepped out, both slow and nervous.
Dem was worried Rontu would fall, or hurt himself, while Rontu was sure he'd be another punching bag for some older kid...
'I should have never listened to that mutt...'
He thought, watching Rontu clutch his journal to his chest....
"Hey, why don't you leave that with me? It'll get dirty on the playground, or something might happen to it..."
Rontu hesitantly handed it to him, his tiny hands movign to clutch his bubble blower hanging around his neck.
Dem took it carefully, holding it under one arm as he ushered hte tiny child to the playground, watching his heels skid into the gravel a bit.
"Now now, go on, make friends. I'll be right here, so just relax, I'm watching over you... Rontu."
Demetrius spoke softly, still unused to having the boy... Heck, it was only the second day of having him...
Rontu nodded and took a deep breath, turning to look at those around on the playground before movign to walk up the tiny steps, peering around curiously, and hesitantly, somewhat meek... Eventually he went down the slide, and took a hold of one of hte lone swings, pushing himself and swinging quietly.
'Not very social, is he?? Sigh.... this'll have to do, I'm sure someone will make friends with him....'
He thought softly, sitting down at a bench next to a stressed looking woman and a child. He smiled to them both before turning to stare down at the journal, flipping it open.
Small, neat handwriting glistened up in dark nectar ink, and the scent of lotus flowers arose... The first page was about the orphanage, with little pictures colored in crayon...
Aww, so cute...
HE flipped through it, a small smile forming on his lips as he reached the last page, showing a multi-colored wolf and a little blue dot, and yellow around the blue dot.
He chuckled, instantly recognizing the scene from last night, and the words underneath,
'I axidently peed in his bed, I din't mean two, and I fiel bad. He wasnt mad at all, and that maces me hapy. Mr. Dem is nice and smels leik a warm fyre, and he gets mad a lot at things, but not at me. That maces me relly, relly hapy.
Rontu.
So cute, his little spelling mistakes, and what he wrote... He closed the journal, turning to look up, and blink. Rontu was off the swing, and on his back, sobbing as some fat kid loomed over, yelling at him before kicking him hard in the leg.
He was up in a flash, one arm grasping the boy's tightly, enough to make him yelp in surprise.
"What the hell you little fat a**?! Don't you DARE touch him!"
He growled out, shoving the kid. He began to cry, and he ran off, stumbling a bit as Dem's hackles rose and his eyes flashed.
Turning instantly, he crouched near Rontu, checking over him-the boy was trembling, looking up at him with...fear, not relief... He calmed down, worry in his gaze.
"I-sorry.... are you okay?"
HE forgot to control his temper-cursing a little kid off like that, well he was a great father....
"Ah...y...y-yes...."
HE nodded meekly, wiping his eyes as Dem pulled out a little first aid kit he had bought, just in case. He spotted a scraped knee and cleaned it up, watching him flinch.
"Sorry, they didn't have the non-burn kind.."
"It...it's okay...."
He mumbled as Dem put a band-aid over, smoothing it over and smiling at him. Normally a mother would kiss the 'boo-boo' or the child's forehead.... Dem sighed, patting Rontu on the head. HE had no guts for that.
"C...can we go h-home now?"
Rontu's begging tone stung Dem, and he chewed his lower lip.
"Tell you what... if you can stay and have fun for five minutes, I'll take you out for ice cream, then we can go home, alright?"
"...Kay..."
HE didn't sound too enthusiastic, and headed towards the swings until Dem stopped him, chuckling.
"No, on the play ground. With other kids. I want to see you talking to them."
He pushed him lightly until the boy walked on his own, and Dem noted a short, fat woman stomping towards him, with the fat child sobbing behind her, grinning behind her back when she looked to Dem angrily, already yelling at him from afar.
Great.....
[Now, it'll switch to Rontu's POV next post.]
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:44 pm
Ever since having met Willow, Yoko had made it a point to stay around the playground. Wanting to amass a little group of friends for herself, though, she wasn't altogether sure how she might go around to it. Syth had tried to make her own calls, but the people she knew either disliked her (Deskri), were far far away (Insonorise), or was somehow related to (Alice and Rasiel), though, that didn't stop Yoko from running off to the park. More often than not alone, but Syth had her ways of knowing and checking up on the other. Plus, the half demon wasn't one to let someone pick on her, if anything, she would try to turn them into one of her minions. Or as she considered them. Mnejing wasn't too fond of the term, but then again, he couldn't really fight it.
"Mmm... no one's here," Yoko muttered, a small sigh escaping her as she stood on the highest platform of the playground. Hands wrapped over a bar, her puppet sitting idly, entertaining itself.
"No... Nana wouldn't like it if I ran off," Yoko responded to think air, turning to face Mnejing, "At least, went someplace without her." Though, they both knew how scary she could get, especially now since she'd had a bit of experience handling children. Especially Yoko, though, Mnejing couldn't help but turning his attention away. Towards another direction, excitedly pointing out someone else.
"Oh!" Yoko seemed delightfully happy as she began to move. Hands grabbing at the wall. Picking herself up as she excitedly jumped off. Landing on the woodchips. She noticed an adult was with him, so she might have to plan something sneaky to draw his attention away. Let him think she wasn't having her way, he looked a bit mean actually.
"Hey you!" Yoko cried out, the puppet lagging behind, scared to jump off from such a tall place, "Follow me!" She cried out, the odd red headed girl running off without him. Hoping the lure of a chase might interest the boy. She needed a good hiding place though. Perhaps someplace she could call a home away from Nana. Though, no ideas came to mind. Either way, as long as he followed, things were good.
Though, Mnejing waited. Staring oddly at Rontu, ready to help lead him away if 'Mistress' needed him to.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 5:58 pm
}~Rontu Amaru~{
The Playground
Current P.O.V.=
Rontu [I'm surprised she could tell he was a boy xD He's got really long hair, and he's girly xD
-disses Rontu-]
Hearing someone call for him he yelped, a bubble forming around him.... Eh?
Looking up he pressed his hands to the bubble, staring at the girl just before the bubble lifted off hte ground.
Uh oh....
He banged his fists against the bubble, but it didn't break, and the wind picked him up higher, and higher, until-
POP.
A tree, thank goodness! It's branches popped the bubble and his happiness popped with it.
He was falling.
Before he could even scream, arms caught him and he squeaked, looking up at Dem, who chuckled.
"Saw you floating away... You alri-......"
THe boy had melted into water, pouring int other grass... Fro a second he was afraid he'd sink in, but he sat there, in a shivering puddle before reforming, gasping.
"Y-yea, s-sorry..."
"There's a girl waving at you. Go on, make a friend."
He helped him up and left, chuckling as Rontu almost followed, then turned...
~~~~~~~~~~
Rontu hurried after her, blinking at hte small doll, curious a bit but saying nothing.
"H-h-hey, w-wait up!"
He cried out, stumbling a bit as he tucked some hair out of his face to see her better as he managed to scramble to her side, panting heavily now as he had finally caught up.
"Ah..y...you run..very...very... fast.."
He breathed out, wiping sweat from his forehead as he stood up, staring up at her before rubbing his neck, glancing to the side.
'Great.... now what?'
The tiny pixie child glanced meekly over his shoulder, catching sight of Dem, who was chatting with the large woman on the bench. HE turned as if sensing the boy, and smiled, waving to him as if to tell him to continue.
Swallowing, he looked to the girl, then down at the ground.
"H....hullo..."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:21 pm
Yoko stopped as soon as Mnejing left a little message for her. The red headed child looking at the scene of him floating up in his bubble. Watching him float up until he hit a tree branch, where as he fell into his father's hands, and soon melted into water. Honestly, she couldn't help but grin, seeing his power being used. He would make a fine addition.
Yet, snapping back to reality, watching him chase after her, she picked up her run away. Heading into a small little "cave" made by the big playground. Crawling into the little spot of safety, Mnejing taking a seat next to Yoko until the boy had joined up with her.
Of course, judging by his appearance, the boy looked more of a girl.
"Hello!" Yoko replied excitedly, moving to reach towards her own puppet, grabbing him and holding him tight.
"M-Mnejing also says hi," The puppet spoke, a bit nervious speaking. Afraid he might say something to provoke Yoko.
"So... who are you?" Yoko asked, releasing Mnejing as she crawled up to the other girl, pushing herself closer towards her, "And how did you turn into water? Can I drink you?"
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 8:37 pm
}~Rontu Amaru~{
The Playground
Current P.O.V.=
Rontu Amaru
[gonna try tightly packed paragraphs now<3]
He stared at the little cove, glancing to Dem, who seemed to be chatting with the woman and laughing... HE slipped into the crevice, huddling near the door, his knees up to his chest as he hugged them.
"H-hullo....and..um...Hi Mnejing..." He mumbled softly, staring at hte doll and blinking in disbelief, looking up at her.
"That's a cool trick.. h-...if I c-can ask.. h-how did-" THe other moved close, causing him to flinch and slide towards the exit a bit, blinking at her questions.
"Um...I...I'm a pixie, and I can..um...do those... I don't know-n...no one's ev-ever tried... I'm R..R...Rontu..."
She was so... bubbly, so hyper and curious, it all seemed too much for the little pixie, who glanced down at hte doll, which appeared to be frightened.
That made him uneasy, and he glanced to the opening, then to her.
"I....I'm a meta p-pixie, I have talents...th..things I can do... that make me...m-me..." He explained softly, remembering what the caretaker had told them... A soft smile slid on his lips and he glanced up to the girl.
"So... wh...who are you?"
[eww, I'm short XD]
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 3:54 am
"You stutter a lot," Yoko was quick to point out, looking over him. Thinking of what she might be able to do to help him. Instead, she pulled away. Mnejing keeping his eyes on Yoko as she thought to herself.
"I have talents too," She replied, moving to dangle her hands, moving her fingers. Watching as Mnejing seemed to vanish from the puppet. Yoko taking full control over the puppet. Giggling as she made him do a small mock dance, ending it with a courtsy, before releasing her control.
"Oh, and Rontu, you're my friend now." She added with a soft giggle, "So you have to be with me whenever I say so," It was quick, but she had made the decision to keep him around. He would be useful to her.
And then, there was his questions that Mnejing had to remind her about. Staring back at him, the puppet almost wanting to take back his comment, before Yoko let out a small sigh.
"Nana tells me I'm special," She replied, sitting up now, "She won't say why thought. But-" She was cut off by her puppet. Looking at him against. She wasn't very happy about his disruptions,
"Mnejing, hush!" She commanded, the doll immediately backing up, silenced somehow as Yoko turned her attention back to Rontu, "Mmm... Mnejing said something about me being a half breed. I don't understand, since I have a sister and two brothers,"
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 3:10 pm
}~Rontu Amaru~{
The Playground
Current P.O.V.=
Rontu Amaru
At the mention of him stuttering, he lowered hsi gaze.
"I..s...sorry..."/b] He mumbled softly, dragging a finger through the dirt around, sighing softly. Did she not like-
EHH?!
"I-I am?!" He asked, surprised and looking up at her. He smiled softly, though a nagging, uneasy feeling filled his chest. He should be jumping for joy, but the doll was freaking him out, as if trying to warn him...
"I've....I've never h-had a friend before..I-I dunno if..if I c-can come all th--the time, b..ut I'll t-try....."
Rontu mumbled shyly, smiling up at her, he felt giddy now, and the uneasy feeling melted away with the word 'friend'.
Mr. Dem would be so proud of him, finding his own friend!
He stared in amazement as she moved the little puppet around, tilting his head.
"TH-that's amazing! How...wow!" He seemed to be so amazed from her puppet show, his eyes lighting up as he smiled.
"I-I can't do much... I c-can make a bubble....um...tu..turn into water...I-I think that's it...."
He wasn't sure, he couldn't remember. Sitting back, he tilted his head, thinking softly. He was sure he could do something else...
The thoughts left his mind as she spoke about half-lings, and he tilted his head, puzzled.
"A...a h-half-ling? What's that?" He had remembered that word though... There was a boy, a half-ling at the orphanage, and though he couldn't remember his name, he knew he was half angel and half demon or something like that, and he had said that he had three sisters but they were already bought before Rontu had come from the nursery.
He grew up in the orphanage, the outside world was a different place from behind those warm, comforting walls. Born from an abandoned egg left at their stop, he knew not of his parents, btut he figured they looked like him, to where sometimes when people would come to adopt, he'd search for blue, or gold-hoping they thought they made a mistake and came to get him back... But he never seemed to find them, and no one asked for him... Well, except for Mr. Dem.
He smiled softly to himself, rubbing the back of his neck a bit.
Mr. Dem. Tall, dark skinned and downright scary... and yet he adopted him. Why? The boy was unsure, but he knew that appearances were deceiving; after all, Mr. Dem was nice, protecting him and all. It made him feel warm and bubbly inside.
"I..I don't u-under stand it either, and..u-um..."
He didn't know her name still... was she keeping it a secret? Were they playing a game? HE wasn't sure if he lost or not, but he could hear Dem calling for him.
"A-ah, j-just one minute..."
He crawled out and stepped into view, with Dem walking over.
"Scared me, Gods don't do that, thought someone nabbed you and-" He blinked, tilting his head, seeing a pair of legs in the cove. The girl?
He grinned, holding his hands up.
"Ah, I see, a girl? Go on, go on~"
"H-huh?"
Dem chuckled and turned him by the shoulders, ushering him into the hole.
"I'll just sit outside on the benches, take as much time as you want, lil playboy~"
"I-I don't...what? Um..o-okay.."
Who knew the kid was a stud? As he headed to the bench he paused, scratching his head. Unless the little girl thought he was a girl, and wanted a friend? Well, that would be weird. Either way, Rontu seemed fine. He sat back on the bench, now alone as the large woman had to leave, waving to him as he nodded.
"Yes, we'll see each other later hun, I'll email the recipes." He winked, watching her titter before pulling out a magazine, reading it a bit as he sighed boredom, occasionally glancing up to look at the children playing around, but more intent on reading the news.
Rontu shyly headed back into the cover thing, sitting near the entrance again, chewing his lower lip a bit. Almost like he didn't realize it, he was opening his bubble blower and blowing small bubbles out, watching them float around and pop...It seemed to calm him down, and he smiled to himself calmly...
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 3:45 pm
"You should," Yoko was quick to respond, a grin on her lips as Mnejing seemed to look over at Yoko. Speaking up, just as Dem as begun to call for Rontu. Something Yoko wasn't too happy about, though, as she could do was look out. Curious as to what was happening.
"Mistress... Mnejing wants you to be friendlier..." Mnejing spoke up. Yoko turning around as she sat down, almost eyeing the puppet, not happy with what he said.
"Mnejing!" She could only cry back, "I'm making friends. I got Willow... now Rontu. That's two!" She was more than happy to admit it, though, there was something more amok. Yet, once Rontu had arrived back, Yoko was more than delighted he was back. Watching with curiosity as he seemed to blow bubbled with some odd stick. How was that even possible?
"Oh... halfling? Mmm... I don't know. But, my parents look a lot different. So.. maybe it has to do with that? I don't really know, I don't pay attention a lot," she added, staring down at the ground. Wondering what she might want to plan out soon. Mnejing getting up from the ground and walking off on his own, leaving the two to themselves.
"There, Mnejing's gone." She replied, happy she had gotten rid of him for a bit. "Mm... do you know of any fun games? Nana says pulling roughhousing isn't a real game, but I like it."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 4:24 pm
Tom_Suke }~Rontu Amaru~{
The Playground
Current P.O.V.=
Rontu Amaru
He stopped blowing as she spoke to him, noticing the doll was gone. blinking a bit, he closed the bottle, though still keeping a hand on it as he sat up.
"G..games? Ah...I've....I've never played with anybody before..y...you're my..my first um...friend..."
He spoke softly, flashing her a warm smile as he glanced out of hte cover, then to her.
"R...rough housing? I d-dunno what that is.... is it f-fun?"
HE asked curiously, tilting his head as he twirled his index fingers together, as if mulling the thought over.
"I...I g-guess I could ...try it or...or something....um....wh...what should I..I c-call you?" He asked softly, looking up at her meekly and flashing her a small smile. HE still felt uneasy, but hten again, this was his first friend. He didn't want her to hate him....
[eww, brain fart ><]
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 5:31 pm
"Try Alright!" She replied, moving to look at him closely, keeping him in her sight a** she began to crawl closer, "Roughhousing is like play fighting. Though, I like it when it hurts," She added, a small nod following her, "But, if you want to go easy... I suppose." She added, now moving to jump on top of him, tackling him down as she began to work her way at grabbing at his leg. Trying to pin him down. She had a soft spot for watching someone squirm under her grasp. Too bad her sister was too good at fighting back.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 5:48 pm
}~Rontu Amaru~{
The Playground
Current P.O.V.=
Rontu Amaru
Somehow..... he felt like a deer in the headlights at her look.
Swallowing a rising lump in his throat, he stared at her wildly.
"Pl-pl-play f-fighting!? I-i ... n-no ,let's-"
He squeaked as she leapt upon him, turning halfway to claw at the ground as she grabbed his leg.
"N-no pl-please!" He struggled, the fear rising in his chest until he went transparent, and liquefied.
HE became a shivering puddle under her, which slowly dribbled towards the cover, only he changed back and bumped his head, panting tiredly... Using it too often produced stress, and he shuddered softly, wiping sweat from his face.
"I-I-I don't l-like to...to f-fight..."
HE stuttered out softly, trembling a bit as he wiped some tears off his face-her jumping at him really, really frightened him...That, and his head hurt from bumping it...
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 6:24 pm
Honestly, after that incident, Yoko wouldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the kid. Maybe Mnejing was starting to crawl his way into her way. But seeing him cry, perhaps the halfling did have a soft spot in her heart.
"I-I'm" Yoko seemed to stop though, unable to finish her sentence as she moved out towards him. Giving him a comforting hug. Perhaps, she had gone a bit rough of him, though, noting he didn't like to fight. Well, she'd just have to make him stronger somehow.
"Why don't you like to fight?" Yoko asked, a bit unnerved at such a thought, "You have to. What are you going to do if someone tries to hurt you?". For once, she was actually a bit worried for him, thinking that something in his head was wrong. "Do you not like being hurt? Is that is?"
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 6:50 pm
}~Rontu Amaru~{
The Playground
Current P.O.V.=
Rontu Amaru
Sniffling he looked up as she hugged him, and hesitantly put his arms on her shoulders, giving her a timid hug back, his heart thudding fast. Soon she let go and he wiped his eyes and shook hsi head.
"I...I ...." He sighed, trying not to stutter this time as he spoke softly, hugging his knees tightly.
"I used..to-to get beat up... back at the o..orphanage... I... I'm really weak, I..I g-get sick a lot.... they p-picked on m-me... and...e..ever since... I... I don't l-like pa..pain, or h-hurting others..."
HE explained softly, looking up as she asked, a worried look on her face. HE gave her a soft smile, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I...I just melt, and dr...drip away..."
IT was true, he escaped most fights like that, until one trapped him in a jar and poured him down the toilet. Gods, being in that filth, having people come get him after screaming his lungs sore, damaging them so that soon, he could only stutter when he talked...
Shivering, he closed his eyes, shoving the cold memories back, looking up at her iwth a soft smile.
"No....I...don't like vi...violence in...in g-general...."
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