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 Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:23 am
After the whole escapade involving a beach party, getting kidnapped and trapped on a spaceship, then crashing back down to Gaia (all the while with the most ingratiating, arrogant p***k to ever hold her hand hostage), Magda was seriously looking forward to an uneventful day at the mall's foodcourt. She had come with enough cash to keep her well stocked with milkshakes and fries and the occasional tastes-like-meat-but-is-really-tofu burger for most of the afternoon.
All she needed to do was to keep herself from becoming unglued. Literally. At the sockets.
Don't come apart. Don't come apart. Don't come apart. Oooh, is that's a new vampire novel? I wonder ********>
Wouldn't you know it her hand wandered away to do who knows what. Magda felt her eye twitch. She's seriously starting to consider stapling her limbs together.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:24 am
Evan and David were on shaky terms after what Evan called 'the Incident' and David referred to as 'the most disappointin' rescue mission in history'. Evan hadn't managed to catch his little fugitive until after they had all landed shakily on Gaia, and after that, David had been grounded for a grueling week. Bored out of his skull and stuck in the house, as soon as he was granted a reprieve, David had begged to go somewhere and do something. Anything!
Thus, thanks to Evan's somewhat cruel sense of humour, David found himself accompanying his father to a book signing for a book that did not even have pictures in. "Daddddd," he moaned, rocking back and forth on his heels. Evan heartlessly ignored him. David had been pleading to check out the childrens' section for a full hour now, but Evan had forbidden him from wandering out of sight.
David frowned, saying, "I see how it is," and turned his back on his father. This turned out to be bad for his continued following of the rules, but good for his boredom, because there was nothing less than a disembodied hand floating innocuously nearby. Furtively, he glanced over at Evan, then crept over to where it was hovering, eyeing the lonely limb curiously. "Y'know," he told it, sizing it up, "Gen'rally speaking, yer s'posed to come in pairs."
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:47 am
Magda's lips were pinched in a thin line, gray eyes narrowed as she scanned for any signs of the runaway limb. She was using every scrap of focus she could muster to sense the whereabouts of the appendage and for the first time she actually managed to get a vague feel of where it was. Of course the instant she acknowledged this, she lost it. Still, she had an idea of the general direction it was in and made a beeline for it.
Meanwhile, the aforementioned hand was fondly stroking what appears to be the newest Vampire novel of a highly popular series that did not involve characters that glittered. Somehow, despite lacking ears or eyes, the hand noticed it was being watched and realized it was being spoken to! On the pads of its fingers, it swiveled to "face" whoever it was talking to it before skittering away in fright, recalling the dreadful, terrible ordeal of having been in a certain jackass' clutches for too long a period of time. In its panic, it ended up upsetting some books off the shelves and on top of it.
Magda yelped, feeling the weight of several paperback (should she be relieved they weren't hardbound? Another wince. Yes, yes, she should, she decided.) books drop down onto her hand, effectively pinning it on the spot. Her feet couldn't carry her towards the slight commotion fast enough.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 10:24 pm
"Wait, wait, I come in peace!" David exclaimed hastily as the hand proceeded to panic. It ended up crashing into some books, luckily paperbacks, so it didn't make enough noise to attract Evan's attention. David pulled the books off of it, glancing at the covers briefly. The Count's Son, with a pale kind of guy on the cover. It wasn't very colourful, so David tossed it aside dismissively.
"You gotta be quiet or I'm gonna be in for a world of trouble," he informed the hand. "Technically speakin' I ain't supposed to talk to disembodied limbs. At least not while I'm grounded, like." Thrusting his own hand at it, he announced, "David Stetson, former criminal, current captive of a parental dictatorship."
He paused, wondering how to hold a conversation with the had, and hesitantly asked, "Do you have, y'know, a mouth somewhere or summat?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 6:21 am
Someone had found her hand. Someone had found her hand! Magda never cared what other people thought of her and she sure as hell wasn't going to start now. So she broke into a dead run, shoving past people who were lined up for something she really didn't give a flying ******** about, and came to a skidding halt in time to hear introductions being made.
To her hand.
Gray eyes blinked in disbelief at the kid who may or may not be familiar to the orange-haired girl. Did he really just state his name, his background, and current situation to her severed body part? With a straight face? "Just when I thought I'd seen everything," she declared with a shake of her head.
The hand in question tilted to the side, in the best equivalent of someone canting their head at David. While it heard nothing the other former criminal said, it managed to sense -was owner the proper word?- the rest of it.
Magda strolled up to David, having heard him speak, and decided he sounded like he could be reasoned with, "My hand doesn't have a mouth, not unless you count hand-puppets."
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