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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 1:58 pm
Yay, she's found something he likes! Elly hugs the fluff of her tail under her chin as she ravages her brain for all the rules and instructions for that game in particular.
"Well!" she starts to explain, "Half are innians and half are cowboys! Since we's only two people, we pick one to be each! Innians shoot with bow annarrow, and cowboys use guns."
Elly demonstrates each weapon with her arms; the "bow annarrow" she shows with swooping arm movements and one eye squinted, and the gun she shows with both hands in an L shape.
"We try and not get caught by the other person! Innians go wooo woooo and gobble and stuff! But the cowboys, they're sneaky," she explains hurriedly, constantly getting out of breath from her excitement. She crouches and bows her legs, making the L shaped hands again and squinting comically. "Ainnt nuff room in here forra boaf of us!"
She pops up and out of her reenactment on a dime, beaming at how much she remembered. Her girly composure is regained instantaneously, but her hair is now ruffled and her clothes already crinkled. She reties the bow on one of her pigtails carefully.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:12 pm
It made perfect sense, and, in a way, it sounded ... Fun.
Mortimer had felt the corner of his lip twitch into a broadened smile, something of a stifled laugh rising in his throat. Her impression of a cowboy was too much. It warmed him over to hear such a popular quote, almost as much as it filled him with childhood to simply be dreaming of cowboys and Indians. He had looked to his pocket, tapping his cork gun calmly, if not lovingly.
"That sounds easy enough." He had spoken when his subdued laughter had vanished. His face seemed brighter, almost relaxed. "So," He had held up his hands in the L shape. "Cowboys and Indians. How do you win? You catch the other person, is that all?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 12:31 pm
Elly nods enthusiastically. "Almost!" she pipes up, suddenly feeling a burst of energy that sends her twirling in a circle. "Usu'ly there are lotsa people from the neighbourhood to play, but, but because it's just you and me, we gotta make this harderrrr!"
She leaps forward and grabs hold of Mortimer's L shaped hands. "Since you gots the guns already, I'll be Princess Polkahauntus!"
The energetic little munchkin leans back on her heels and immediately starts to retie her hair into one ponytail. "What, what does Cowboy Morty-mer want from Princess Polkahauntus' fam'ly, mmm?" She pulls the mass of her wheat coloured hair into a thick ponytail, slightly crooked but otherwise down her back and out of her face.
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