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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:14 pm
Anastasia was in very serious trouble.
"Oscar, come back! Please! What will Evie say if she found out I lost you?"
The club-footed, one eyed, and deeply evil tempered cat had escaped that morning. Ana, frantic, was running around the park two blocks away from the apartment, a can of foul-smelling tuna wafting its odor to tempt the animal out of hiding. Ana mumbled worriedly and turned around in a tight circle, clucking her tongue and making kissy-noises.
"Oscaaaaar!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:48 pm
Vanyel was just, wandering, happy to get out of her house for a few good moments and to take a breather away from her guardian figure. The woman wanted her to cover up more. 'Boobtastic' she'd been called. Well, 'tastic was usually a good thing to put on the end of a word, so why should she be bothered to turn something good into something bad? She wasn't bothered, that was the simple truth.
Wailing girl's voice drew the attention of the scent though and with a blink she wandered in the direction, wondering just what all the commotion was.
"Who is Oscar?" she asked curiously as the girl yelled in every which direction.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:56 pm
Startled, Ana jolted a good two feet off the ground, and lost hold of her tuna can. The evil-smelling fish splattered onto a nearby five year old, which resulted in a shriek that made Ana jump practically into Vanyel's arms out of sheer panic.
"Um. Oh. Er."
Disentangling herself quickly, blushing vividly, Ana scuffed at the ground with her shoe.
"He's Evie's cat. He was in the house this morning, but then I went outside, to get the mail? And Oscar? He ran AWAY. So now I gotta find him or Evie'll murder me."
Ana took a deep breath.
"And then I'll be dead. And that'd be bad."
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:05 pm
The girl could do little more than blink and stare stupidly, even as the girl launched herself at her. What the devil? She'd just asked a simple question! No need to go throwing tuna and jumping at people now was there?
"What's he look like then? I can help you look," she offered with a comforting voice and a smile. This girl looked like she could be nothing other than a scent baby, but she wouldn't say anything outloud.
"I'm sure Evie wont kill you, you're too pretty," Vanyel offered, trying to cheer the girl up.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:11 pm
Looking surprised at the offer for help, Ana suddenly beamed and hugged Vanyel gratefully. The smell of tuna, rather unfortunately, clung on lovingly after Ana let go and romped forward.
"He's got one eye, and a kinda twisty leg with a foot that's all clubby'n stuff, and he's a demon-creature. Evie says so."
Picking up the tuna can, Ana set to kissy-noising and and tongue-clucking to coax the cat out. It took a good minute or two before Vanyel's compliment dawned on the child.
"Th-thank you," she stammered, rather shocked that someone so lovely and mature and orange could be so kind.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:28 pm
Orange form tensed at the hug and sadly it wasn't returned, though it was only because Vanyel remained to be too in shock by the girl's actions to return the action before she'd scampred off to retrieve the tuna can.
At the description of the cat Vanyel wrinkled her nose and tried not to make any more of a face. You'd think that a cat that...unpleasant one would be happy that it's run away. "What colour is it then?" she managed, cutting back the horrid thoughts in her head for clearly this Oscar was important to someone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:31 pm
"Dust bunny-colored," Ana said promptly. "He looks all raggedy and bony and stuff. But he's...um...got a...eh..."
Trailing off, trying to remember what good aspects the cat had, Ana sighed.
"Well. Evie likes him, so I gotta go home with him or not at all," she added, looking at a squirrel with intense scrutiny as it stared up at her with beady eyes. "And he catches bugs. He's...um...valuable to...keep bugs away. Er. Yeah."
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:37 pm
"Then maybe he's catching bugs right now?" she offered with a bit of hope, thinking about where the best place to find bugs was. The lake usually had quite a few buzzing around, mosquitos and such, horrid little things.
With a motion of her hand the girl moved off in the direction of the lake and whether the girl followed or not was up to her. Hopefully she didn't take it as Vanyel leaving, but if that was the case then her reappearance next to the girl after a few moments would tell her otherwise.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:57 pm
"Maybe," Ana agreed, "Or possibly chasing little kids around trying to eat their souls. I bet he does that a lot."
Sticking close as a shadow to Vanyel, Ana knuckled her eye and got tuna juice in it. Scowling, rubbing it clean with her sleeve, she focused her non-fish liquid tainted eye on the teenager.
"You smell like oranges. How come?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 10:07 pm
Vanyel chuckled at the notion of the, in her mind, horridly ugly cat chasing after children. Thank god that had never happened to her as a child or she'd likely be damn near scarred for life now! "Let's pray he's only enjoying some yummy beetles or something, hmm?"
Arms were tucked up against her stomach, looking much like she were crossing her arms over her chest but instead holding the notion lower so as not to seem like she were some standoffish teen that wanted nothing more than to find better things to do. Vanyel wasn't quite like that.
"Because that's the scent that I was made. I didn't really get a choice in the matter, you know? I like it though. Is it bothersome to you?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:00 am
Hanging on Vanyel's every word like it was gospel, Ana blinked in shock. Bothersome?
"Oh, no no! I like it!" she said eagerly. "You're...you're like me, aren't you? I bet, oh oh! I bet you were born outta a burner, and...and you're orangey, so...yes! Oooh, that's so neat!"
Positively gushing by now, Ana clapped her hands together excitedly and did a series of bunny-hops around Vanyel.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 6:52 pm
Scented teen stopped walking at the sudden bubbly enthusiasm pouring from the child as she hopped about her with wild abandon. Huh. Was it really that exciting? She'd certainly met other scent-babies, but she'd never met one that was so very eager to have found one of it's own.
"Ah, yes. I was born out of a burner. My scent's Orange Haze, but most people just say I'm orange scented. It's easier that way and people don't have to describe the haze part." Shame. The haze part was likely Vanyel's favorite part. It added something a little exotic to her citrus scent, like a mixed drink at a bar.
Turning her eyes to the vibrant green one, Vanyel perked curious brow, "And what scent are you?" she asked before continuing her walk towards the lake.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:19 pm
Tiring of bunny-hops, Ana contented to skip alongside Vanyel, humming cheerily.
"I'm kiwi," she said proudly, throwing back her tightly curled hair. "See, see? I got little kiwi-seed freckles. At least I think they are. And sometimes? When, when I'm upset or somethin'? I reeeeally smell like kiwi, it's all sour and tangy and it makes peoples mouths scrunch up for some reason. Like, like this - "
And so she gave an example, making a fish-face and puckering her lips like she had just drunk a cup of lemon juice.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:38 pm
Vanyel laughed at the expression and she shook her head, "I think your seed freckles are very cute. I've got these," she said, motioning towards the corners of her eyes where orange was swirled and dotted, though often partially obscured by the dark rimmed glasses she wore, "But I don't think they have anything to do with oranges honestly."
Fixing her glasses, Vanyel gave another smile, her eyes continuing to graze the area in hopes of finding the so-called Oliver. Or was it Oscar? Didn't matter. It wasn't her cat to find, though she hoped every day Kitten would get her a pet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:49 pm
Beaming at the compliment, Ana stared avidly at Vanyel's face and made an envious little sound at the sight of the pretty eye-swirlies.
"Maybe its...supposed to be...hmm. Representin' orange flowers?" she offered. "I usually don't like orange. The color, I mean. But you make it pretty."
She nodded, though she added, "You'd look good green."
As the pair walked on through the park, an ugly, unfriendly growling sound drifted from out under a rhododendron bush. Ana froze, staring at the evil-sounding shrubbery in alarm. A lone, malevolent amber eye stared back.
"...Oscar?"
"Hrrrsssssss!" the bush replied.
"OSCAR!"
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