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 Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 2:16 pm
Tanee pulled the hat (black felt, with a silly purple feather) over her ears, clomped up the stairs in her smooth-soled boots, then jumped onto the ice for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes. She slid down the small slope on her bottom, laughing the entire time as she slowly spun into the wall at a more than managable speed. After all, she knocked her own head around more than enough. A wall definately beat out the floor.
"Gorgeous," she sang, hopping up the stairs on one foot. The edges of the hat clutched between her fingers, she repeated the process, this time gently smacking into a large oak tree. "Hi," she greeted it, smiling as if she honestly expected a response. Apparently she didn't, for she was soon up again and sliding towards the dry cobblestones.
"What a lovely day, what a lovely day." And it was lovely, warm for the season at nearly fifty degrees, which was why she was getting outside without the minders making her wear icky wool stockings. Meltwater dripped on her hat and its jaunty feather, but she didn't mind. Tanee hopped up on another foot, watching her toes in the pointed brown boot. Which was probably why she missed the door at the top of the stairs opening and another Tabula walking out. That might be why she had hopped right into him, which might explain why she was suddenly windmilling her arms through the air to regain her balance.
She lost it quite quickly, though, falling on the ice and spinning over to the oak tree, where she came to a complete stop before looking for the veritable wall (or so it seemed) that she had charged into.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 3:10 pm
He had peered out of his window that morning and oh, what a lovely sight it was. No more leaves existed on the courtyard trees, their gnarled limbs reaching for the mildly cloudy sky. Something deep within him, the thing that throbbed and crackled within the hollow confines of his mortal shell, told him the barren stones and trees had made themselves ready for something much more beautiful. It was compelling. Today, he decided, he would go outside instead of lounging inside, allowing himself to be catered to.
Theron still didn't like clothes. However, with this new chill in the air, he was beginning to discover parts of him were particularly sensitive and ached painfully if exposed for too long. So with reluctance, Winter's vessel now wandered the halls in a bathrobe that was practically falling off his shoulders and was tied tightly to his slim waist. On his neck hung the ever-present ribbon collar with his treasured possession, which shimmered softly against his sun-deprived skin. He had also discovered some sort of a mink in his many idle searches of the institute's closets, and that was wrapped about his shoulders now too. He liked the feel of the soft, white fur more than he did the heavy wool bathrobe, and would likely have worn it alone if he thought he could escape with it. For now, he told himself that he was transporting a blanket. He liked blankets. When he was outside, on the ice, he would untie it and lay upon it. His feet were bare. It was a great, genius plan.
Just as he was beginning to open the door, lost in his thoughts of the day's lounging, something caught him full-force in the side. With an undignified grunt of surprise, Theron stumbled a little in the opposite direction, an unwilling victim of net force. Despite the delicacies that the male usually indulged in, he was quite sturdy, so he didn't go too far; not like Tanee did, anyway.
Blue eyes spun to identify his attacker, brows hitched to show his offense. They fell upon the female that was spinning across the ice now, measured her. All the Tabula looked alike, any outside force would say as much, but Theron recognized this one almost immediately. Insert more bristling now that he realized he hadn't particularly been pleased with her the last they'd seen each other. "That hurt. Apologize." He commanded her, reaching out for the door. He was debating whether or not he would stay in this one's presence.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 4:42 pm
"I'm sorry," Tanee said ernestly, standing up somewhat steadily and sliding (a great deal more gracefully than before) to the cobblestones, where she stumbled a little before regaining her balance. She smoothed her dusty pink dress and smiled, obviously not remembering him with the dark connations he remembered her with. Actually, it didn't seem she remembered him at all, for next she said, "You're pretty, mister." Her smile was ever-ready and she employed it right then. Seeing him reach for the door, though, the smile slid away and she looked sad. "Please don't go, I'd be all alone!"
Maybe he would stay, the pretty icy person, and they'd be friends! Tanee hardly ever saw anyone. "Please, sir?" She consciously tried to look as- what face was this called? Helpless? No, that was the one that made people angry sometimes. She widened her eyes and stared at him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 11:09 am
There was a soft, guttural grunt as he received the demanded apology, though his eyes remained somewhat narrowed. Those words, that compliment, rung in his ears as if it'd been the sound of cymbals and Theron had to pause in his place. Around his neck, the blue key let off a brief, but bright glow, causing his eyes to drop for a moment. He was... pretty? Damn right he was. Maybe this girl wasn't so stupid after all. And as she requested that he stay, the male had to shift and actually consider.
Turning somewhat, he appraised her, seemingly in new light. Finally, he would shut the door from whence he'd come. "Fine. But don't touch me." He practically sniffed, folding his arms across his chest to signal his lack of desire for contact while stepping closer. His feet searched somewhat across the cobblestones before he stepped, feeling their slickness and having witnessed their slippery nature earlier. He was determined not to make such a mistake.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 11:22 am
She smiled again and hopped a little. This was a bad move, because she hopped backwards, onto the ice. Tanee slipped and fell on her bottom again, and this time she hadn't planned to so she promptly started to sniffle. But she didn't cry! People didn't like crying girls. And she wanted to be liked, the most liked in the whole world!
"Okay," she said, standing up and rubbing her knuckles under her eyes. "Promise."
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 11:36 am
Uck. So... bouncy! That just seemed to be what was rubbing Theron the wrong way overall. However, she was not interrupting him with it like she had the last time, so he would tolerate it by keeping his distance. He was a lot like an animal this way- sudden movements made him tense.
When she fell, the male could only stare for a moment, then turned his head away slightly as a soft, breathy sound escaped him. Laughter. That was funny to him. What a silly, clumsy thing she was! It made him stand a little taller, a mean smile flickering over his hardened features. He didn't know how to consciously look smug, but if he did, he would have then. Served her right for all that bouncing... though it didn't please him solely because it was what she deserved. He gave a short nod as she stood, almost disappointed that she was up.
Theron stepped forward now, testily putting a foot upon the ice, jolting a bit at the feel of the chill jolting up his leg. How refreshing! He slid his toes across the smooth surface here, keeping weight on the foot that was on the cobblestones. "What did he call you?" What was her name, he meant- what had Locke called her? He hadn't cared to remember more than her attitude from their last meeting. It had been something that he was trying to keep out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 8:27 pm
Was he laughing? What was he laughing at? Surely it wasn't her (of course not, who would)? She laughed a little too, but not too much, because he hadn't.
"Who's he," she asked. "The nice man calls me sweet, but I don't think that's who you mean. I call me Tanee. I picked it out all myself. It had a pink flower next to it, pink like my key!" The pink flower-key was pulled a little out from under her dress. "See?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 2:17 am
"He is the smart one." Theron described simply, not one to waste words. He was also not one with a great memory. He was attempting to remember the philosopher's name now, having liked him quite a bit better than anyone else in the facility. His aloofness had impressed on Winter right away.
He would scoff at her claim, his stare becoming deadpan. "Liar. You can't name yourself. They wrote your name down." That was the only explanation he could come up with at the moment. It was impossible for her to read and name herself, because he couldn't do such a thing. His cold gaze took in her key obligingly, and he nodded. "That doesn't mean anything." And his was better, he thought with a sniff. Another foot joined the first on the ice, and the male attempted to slide across the surface slowly, holding his arms out just barely from his body. He wasn't waiting up on her!
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:21 am
"Locke-person? I don't know why he's called after a part of a door but he is?" She frowned. He wasn't the one who owed her flowers, that was another Tabula like herself. So caught up in her own thoughts was she, she almost missed the icy one calling her a liar.
Immediately, she took offense. "Not a liar, I did name myself, the nice man told me the name of the pretty flower and I called myself after it! Tanee is the pretty pink flower!" That was kind of saying that she was a pretty pink flower. But she wasn't, really, she was actually pretty depressingly colorless. She frowned, but slid across the ice after him anyway. Perhaps a little more intelligently, she started on her bottom and slid across with her hands to push.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:34 am
"Or the part of the door is named for him," Yes, thank you though. Locke. Angrily, Theron tried to stuff that one away in his mind, repeating it a few times in his head as he had been taught to do.
He seemed to ignore her as he got closer to the tree, focusing on keeping his footing. The cold ice was willing to take hold of his bare feet as he walked along, and each step was him ripping his foot away painfully. Not that he knew what was really going on- he was pleased by the chill and the feeling was not so horrible as to make him look any more than puzzled. Eventually, he found the frosty roots of the tree, and moved to sit down, not nearly as regal as he'd have wanted to for now his feet were slipping and he had to catch himself on the tree trunk and ease the rest of the way down.
"Maybe he told you the wrong name. Then you would 'name yourself' what he wanted." He had mused all this way over here, though only seemed to take notice of her now, arranging his robe under him and petting at the soft fabric of his belted waist.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:35 pm
"I had a name 'fore I ever even saw him," she insisted loudly, looking up towards the dead branches. Her face remained directed in Theron's direction, but she actually only saw the trees. Tanee's lower lip jutted out in a petulant look, then she looked back down to scratch shapes in the ice. "I picked my own name!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 6:46 pm
Theron shook his head as if he were dealing with a tragedy. He wouldn't accept it. Leaning back against the tree, he drew his fingers over the cold and damp surface nearby. "Do you know why all the green has gone? Why the air bites?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 7:19 am
"It's winter," she said, banging her heels against the ice in sheer boredom. The insult over her name was already forgotten, like some breeze had washed it straight out of her head. "During the winter it is cold and the flowers go sleepy-time."
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 11:03 am
Theron nodded, a shiver rattling his form momentarily though it was not from the cold. "I like it," He told her simply. Hands reached for his belted waist, pulled the cloth aside to shamelessly bare his body to the cold. The fur stole of sorts was taken from his shoulders, draped across his thighs so that he could stroke the soft pelt.
"Tell me something." He might have implored it of her, had he been more the type to be polite. For all his snide looks and remarks, he was offering her a chance to talk.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 12:45 pm
"Uh," said Tanee, clearly thinking about the story very hard, but she was kind of distracted by the other's comment about winter... What did he like about it? Like, it wasn't bad, but she kinda missed the flowers. "Tell you something?..."
Then it hit her. "I was reading this book, only not really, but you know, listening to someone read it I can't really remember who but anyway, it was talking about the seasons and there are these goddesses, called the Horae, and they governed the seasons and there was Irene and Dice and Damia and Auxesia. I don't 'member what seasons they were or anything. But they blessed Hercules and did all kinds of stuff. I can't really remember what, though."
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