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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 7:48 am
"Ruined what and how? I...I'm sure that whatever it is, it's still good?" Aurora was even more confused now! This teenager had such a bad habit of making her confused... she wasn't sure if she liked being around him or not. "Whatever you designed, I'm sure it looks good still?"
She grinned at the kid, holding out a hand to shake his. He was so CUTE, and he didn't confuse her at all.
Well, apart from this princess thing.
"...Just call me Rora, okay? Most people do now."
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 7:54 am
Ronin listened to the strange conversation of the grown ones and simply said nothing. Not a simple expression showed up on his face until Aurora talked to him again. Why was the rainbow coloured one so...angry or scared ?
Shrugging this off in his mind he looked at the princess amazed. She was really like the one in the book, very nice. "It's an honour to meet you Prin...I mean Rora. My name is Sir Ronin..." His blue eyes trailed to the male teen. "or Nigel..."
He drew his dagger and showed it to the young woman. "You know, this is dagger and we will protect you."
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 7:55 am
Sim sniffled loudly, dabbing his eyes free of the imaginary tears. He pouted a bit at Aurora's suggestion,
"No, once a design is no longer applicable to the original muse, then it is trash!" He declares loudly with one hand planted firmly on his hip. "Here, I normally dislike showing the subject the initial sketch, but since I am no longer going to make this a reality, I see no reason for you not to bear witness to this." he sighed, and opened the small notebook. Practically shoving the bright orange tome into the older woman's hands, Sim turned his back in shame.
There were many missing pages in the notebook, visible by the series of torn bits of paper that remained in the spine. But drawn on one page was a model similar to the ones found in a clothes designer's sketchbook.
"What did I tell you? It's terrible!" Sim shuddered.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 8:07 am
"It's really nice to meet you, Sir Ronin." Aurora watched Ronin's eyes trail to the other, and she guessed that he too had been dubbed a nickname by his Highness of Drama.
...oh crap, even SHE was getting into this nickname thing now.
"I'm glad." Aurora grinned, also glad that he hadn't noticed that she'd avoided to comment on his roommate. No need telling him what she thought of that person.
She took the notepad from Sim, and stared at it. It was GOOD, which was strange concidering who it came from. She'd been obsessive with fashion when she was a teenager, and she was still pretty interested. "It's not terrible, I love it! Do you design a lot of clothes, do you make any?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 8:13 am
Ronin smiled, which was very rare for the young boy. It lasted for just a few seconds, but it had been there.
While listening to Aurora's words he stared at dagger, which was still as shiny as usual. It was a small sword, but he wasn't so big too and so it seemed to fit for him. Perhaps he should get a horse ? No, horses didn't live on ships...beside seahorses of course.
So he looked up again and tried not to be too curious by watching the orange book. The teen had done something nice for the princess ? He designed clothes ?
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 9:28 am
"I do design multiple variations of my clothing, a style such as mine is not something one can simply purchase after all." Sim beams as he reclaims his notebook, "However, making them is quite a different story... I had intended on making that into reality earlier, but now that you've changed, and I'm not just referring to your attire, Doll, I have to start from the beginning!" Sim sighed, "I'm feeling rather faint and light headed from this experience. I need to rest my head upon something soft and fluffy..."
Daintilly he turns on his heels and heads back to his room, "Oh and if you truly find this horrendous design suitable, you may keep the original." he shrugs, quickly but carefully ripping the page out. "But now, I must locate my muse once more. Fare thee well, Doll, and Sir Nigel." he waves before heading back to his room.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 9:49 am
"That's really interesting, maybe you could sho... what do you mean, changed more than attire?" Aurora looked down, but she didn't look too different? "All right, rest well."
She signed, rubbing her head. "I'm going to lie down as well, Sir Ronin. I feel a bit light headed for some reason, and walking makes it worse. But it was a pleasure to meet you."
Aurora made her way back to the cabin, shut the door and flopped dramatically over the couch.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 11:40 am
"It was nice to meet you too." Ronin mentioned before she left and hurried back into his room to see if his roommate had already arrived. No, he was still alone. So he sat down on the bed, his diary in one hand and a biro in the other one.
So he started to write a journal entry.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 9:35 am
Elijah, after dropping off his suitcase at his room and spending an agonizing hour trying to rid himself of Tobias, finally manages to break free for a good hour of relaxation. After all, what kind of vacation is meant to be high strung and stressful?
Thumbs in his pockets and wings pressed for good measure against his back, Elijah makes his way through the fairly narrow hall for a leisurely stroll without any aim or planning. Just outside a shut door, he stops briefly, leaning forward to glance behind him.
Damn paranoia. Why, WHY did he have to win the free tickets? Tobias must've rigged the thing..
Shaking his head, he erases the thoughts of his guardian from his head. Nothing like that now - this is supposed to be an escape from him..
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 9:38 am
Aurora stood up, and made her way towards the door. She still was unaware of her change, other than the new outfit, and now that her head had settled, Aurora was BORED.
So when she poked her head out of the door and saw Elijah come down the hallway, it seemed like a perfectly logical thing to do to duck back into the room, shut the door and to dart behind the table as if she was some sort of wild animal escaping hunters.
Then she stood up again, with another perfectly logical idea.
She'd CAPTURE him, yes, that would be fun! Aurora went to the door, peaked out the peek hole and was pretty pleased to see him close enough to snatch. This would be perfect!
With a war cry, which sounded more like a strangled duck noise, Aurora flung the door open, dragged him in and slammed it again. Yay for boredem!
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 9:45 am
Taken completely by surprise, as he had been too caught up in his own thoughts to remain aware of attack from the side, Elijah lets out a yelp and almost immediately begins struggling.
"What the f-- ?!?"
As the door slams, and since he hasn't seen anything but a flash of skin and clothing fabric, he figures this to be some sort of elaborate trap. Ohhhh, is that why he hadn't seen any other Simu yet? They gave him these tickets so they could capture him? WELL, ISN'T THIS NICE.
He swings his elbow back roughly, meeting some sort of skin of his captor before opening his eyes again. The sight of feet meets his eyes, both his and.. a girl's?
As soon as this struck a little bell in his head, his attempts of fighting back quickly diminish, though confusion is quick to take its place.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 9:49 am
Aurora yelped when elbow met skin, and jumped back. Owww, that was NOT NICE. She always knew Elijah had some sort of sick twisted dark side, and threw one of the cushions at him.
"Didn't anyone tell you to never hit girls?!" Then she paused, and added, "That's why I didn't hit you back!"
Glaring, Aurora edged closer and prodded at him with a toe. He was on the ground, looking exactly like some sort of trapped animal. Yesh, His Highness Drama Queen had competition then? "Get up, I was only kidnapping you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 9:58 am
... Ohh no.
Groaning quietly, Elijah uses one of his hands to push himself to his feet. His back to her, he brushes at his shirt to straighten it out a bit, having not had a decent look at her yet, other than her feet.
"Funny, Rora, real funny. But, then again, you've always been somewhat of a hysterically hilarious thing to look and laugh at.."
Turning around now, his expression rapidly changes from some kind of disgruntled smirk to a vague surprise. Since when did she look like that? He doesn't so much gawk as he does c**k his head and look at her as if she's some type of zoo or circus exhibit.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 10:07 am
"Odd thing for you to say before you've even looked at me." Aurora threw another cushion, "Esspically when you're more interested playing dead flailing fish on the ground at the first sight of possible danger."
She paused. ...now HE was staring. Everyone seemed to want to stare lately, Rora was starting to wonder if the clorine in the pool downstairs had made her go some odd shade or something. "What? What are you staring at?"
Rora decided to try and ignore it, making her way to the minibar. She took out a couple of cans, and held it out to him. "I'm bored, and no one's around. I don't even know if Zanna's around, she must have dropped her stuff off and left again. I suppose she'll be back soon, her stuff is all here." She guestured to the other set of bags. "Nametag says it's hers."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 10:15 am
Elijah's interest perks up a hundred and ten percent at this new information. Zanna's luggage..?
Trying his best to be nonchalant, he makes a face at her. "So that's the poor soul who got stuck rooming with you, huh? I feel pretty badly for them. Must be the reason why they're not here right now - prolly avoiding you as much as possible!"
Opening his can, he leans against the nearest surface, ending up being the door from where he's standing. ".. An' I was staring for the same reason everyone prolly stares at you - feeling sorry that you got stuck looking like the cootied girl you are." Taking a sip, he continues on a less teasing manner, trying to make the Zanna topic fade from her mind. "So, when'd you decide you wanted to look old? Or is it one of the side effects from being diseased for so long?"
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