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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 3:14 pm
Four more stakes were tied on the ends and whirled over the top, each one going a little farther than the last one, as though some subtle hint to the fact that all the work was paying off in his body. Carl didn't seem to notice it, but just kept on with it until all were across one ay, moving then to the other side and slinging two more over to be pounded in.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:05 pm
Willow was pounding in the ones she caught. "Ack CARL WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THOSE YOU ALMOST HIT ME WITH THAT ONE!" She said, she wasn't really fussing she was more trying to kid with him.
"Now get you're half fluffy butt over here and help." She had two pounded in but her arm was giving her a fit so she had to break for a second.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:08 pm
"Well maybe you should gussy up some more so you won't blend in so well with those stripes!!" He'd caught the joking tone and retaliated, chuckling softly as he walked around to her side and pounded in what she'd left undone.
"My butt is MORE than half fluffy, you know! I bet it's three times fluffier than yours." Like that was true. He grinned and winked at her, daring the tiger to come up with some retaliation.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:21 pm
"If i gussied up more you for sure would have been in trouble for getting blood on my clothing." She said and stuck her tounge out. Picking at the bandages. "Good thing it's not that cold out here." She said looking around.
Pauseing before she murfed, "Don't you have a fence to finish before it rains fluff butt?"
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:25 pm
"Yeah, but you'd be better noticed - although I must say that stripes are very slimming on you." The last bit was actually truth, for Carl had never actually looked at Willow and had the word 'fat' come into mind. Nope - she was just right, not a beanpole, not a yeti.
He shook his fluffy butt indignantly as he swaggered off in high style to finish the fence, making it a point to hum 'I'm too sexy' loud enough to be heard all the way back to the paint can.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:28 pm
"You keep that up I'll make a point to find Nax. We'll see how realtive that song is after he finishes with you." She said with a grin before moveing off to so some sweeping or something.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:32 pm
He called back as he got to painting again, "Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my fluffy butt rocking like pop rocks." Not that he particularly liked pop rocks. He much prefered hot sauce and lime sherbet to the overy fixy candy that bounced in his beak. Other than that - he didn't know who Nax was anyways, so he wasn't too concerned as he shook his butt while painting.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:38 pm
Willow shook her head. That boy was just wrong. Oh well, she could smell the rain now. It wasn't too far off but it'd serve him right to get wet out there.
She went about work inside cleaning some things mostly. And Putting plastic wrap over the windows so the rain didn't get inside. It was one hting for it to rain it was another to get sopping wet from it.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:45 pm
Willow wasn't the only one with it. Carl couldn't smell the rain, but the birds had gone quiet and had left the open of the sky to seek cover. Other animals had found shelter as well, and the azure hues that had been there earlier in the day had now faded into a dismal shade of grey. The boy picked up the paint and supplies and hauled them to a covered area, leaving them for tommorow while he headed inside to await the comming of the great storm.
Once indoors, the bird curled up into a secluded corner of the temple, allowing the faint, ruddy glow of a nearby light to keep him company as a soft peal of thunder filled his senses. His eyes closed, his feathers fluffed. Carl wasn't scared of storms exactly - but no bird liked the thought of thunder and rain, the sickening smell of burnt feathers as lightning struck some foolish avian who'd risen to face the angry winds...It was just unpleasant to think about; so the eagle prepared himself to wait out the noise and chill, and perhaps focus on some other chore that could be found for him to do.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:48 pm
Willow watched the rain fall as she churred. She liked the rain but wouldn't go outside with the bandages on. "Hey carl you can vaccuum Rosey hasn't done that yet!"
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:53 pm
"Ok..." His voice was quieter, almost a paranoid sort of sound as the first few drops hit the roof, followed by their countless bretheren of the dark evening. Carl could only hope the vaccuum would drown out the noise as he moved over to it.
It was a rather old looking vaccuum. The bag was an internal cylander, the hose looking as though it had been duct taped back together a few hundred times. It would still WORK, he was sure, but he couldn't help wonder just how such a dog-forsaken piece of junk had wound up here. Regardless, he picked up the attatchment and reached down to turn it on, waiting for the hum of the machine as the ignition was flipped.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 5:04 pm
Willow looked a him tilting her head, "You're not scared of the rain are you?" She poked at him looking outside.
She chuckled and walked off to another part of the room.
Whorrllllllllllllllll when the vaccuum cleaner was turned on it hummed... plesnatly.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 5:08 pm
"No...It's just a bird thing. Only waterfowl like the rain - and I'm not a waterfowl. That's all." Carl watched her go off on her own, probably to enjoy the view from somewhere else while he picked up the shedded fur and feathers and dust from the ground, the cautioned end being set to the floor and slowly pushed along as his task began. He wasn't in any hurry either. He inched along, watching the thin layer of dust be sucked away to it's doom, dead cells completely oblivious to the fact that they'd ever once held life at all. Sort of a depressing way to look at it, but he couldn't help that dust wasn't sentient.
Ah well, that didn't matter. He simply toned himself to the sound and continued his snails-pace trek, completely ignoring everything else around him as he simply vaccuumed-out.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:22 pm
Willow shurged as she sauntered off.
Ahhhh she's gone. Now I can give this bird brain what for... The vaccuum cleaner started whorlling faster and faster. Untill it got where it could suck the fethers from carl's body. and moved for it. "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Whoommpppp...whomp, whomp, fwahoomp. Carls feathers weren't going to stay there much longer... well atleast the older ones weren't.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:28 pm
The machine lurched forwards. Carl looked down at it, a look of query crossing his features. Again it lurched, pulling harder this time, a strange sound emenating from deep within the mechanical bowels. "What the hell...??"
Carl wasn't given an opportunity to think it over. The machine LUNGED forwards and pulled away from him, sending the eagle sprawling onto the hardwood floor as the tube broke free of his grasp and sped off and around.
The eagle moaned. It hurt...Carl winced visibly as he pushed himself up, the sting of fresh bruises having come too quickly to conceal - but bruises were only bruises...as he looked up towards the mechanical menace, the sapphire orbs grew wide, and the floor trembled beneath him as he pushed himself up and ran for the door.
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