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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:03 pm
“May” It came out as an annoyed and yet slightly pleading tone, even though it was yelled from another room. The combination was so curious- especially coming from the owner of the voice, the girl in question couldn’t help but skip to the source of the voice. Upon entering the room deemed “The laundry room” she saw the aforementioned owner of the voice staring at her with tired, almost worn emerald orbs.
She wanted to scoff. The boy knew how to lay it on thick with the dramatics some times. Really! “Please tell me you did not really do this!” He pleaded as a hand came to rub his temple as if massaging away a headache that was sure to form from the encounter.
“…Do what?” She asked, her voice raising at the end of the question, curious as to what had Tango so upset this time.
“Do what?!” He asked incredulously. “You turned almost all my shirts pink!!”
May furrowed her brows as she peaked into the washing machine, noticing a very incriminating looking red bra sitting atop a pile of her son’s laundry. Her eyes widened guiltily as her mouth formed an ‘o’. Taking the offending garment she quickly hid it behind her back as if it didn’t exist. Tango merely tapped his foot on the floor impatiently as if expecting an explanation. It was funny how he sometimes managed to make her feel as if she was the child and he was the adult.
“What?” She snapped defensively, wringing the bra in her hands behind her back. “I don’t have to answer to you! I’m the mother, remember?!” And yet, even as these words escaped her lips she slipped from the room, giggling like a five year old caught trying to hide her mothers car keys in the freezer.
Letting out a frustrated groan, the boy allowed his head to come into harsh contact with the machine before standing up right. Fine, she wanted to turn his shirts pink? Well he’d just have to get some revenge.
A slow smirk worked its way onto his face as he grabbed a few dollar bills off the top of the dryer and shoved them in his pocket, making his way out of the house.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 10:19 am
Meanwhile, in a completely different setting, Amryx was having problems with her own son. However, as with anything that had to do with Adrian, these problems were unusual.
"You haven't insulted me or made comments about my weight or wardrobe choice in days now," Amryx informed the Scent one day when he was not-sulking (she couldn't explain it. Adrian had stopped sulking all of the sudden) at the counter with her. "And you stopped sulking. You're standing up straight and you don't look too miserable. What happened?"
Adrian gave Amryx a sidewise glance, the kind of glance that someone who hadn't slept in days.
"The voice. It doesn't speak if I don't do anything," He hissed at her.
Ah, yes. The voice in Adrian's head that told him it wasn't polite to be irritating and emo. Amryx tried to explain Adrian that it was his conscience, but the boy had refused to hear and insisted it was an alien entity that was picking on him, and that by depriving it of enjoyment (which meant having the personality of a rock, it seemed), it would eventually go away and Adrian could return to his nasty, horrible self again.
"Adrian, really, it's not that unusual for people to have moral values. I think this is a huge improvement for you," Amryx tried to tell him, but Adrian shook his head fiercely.
"No, you stupid cow - AUGH, OK, I'm sorry!" The scent scowled, clutching at his hair again. "No, Amryx, it's not a conscience. I don't have one. This is just an annoying problem that will go away soon."
Amryx blinked. On the other hand, she knew she shouldn't be complaining. Adrian was slightly less annoying when he was busy trying to reason with voices in his head.
The bell rang, which meant a customer had entered the shop, and it was back to work for Amryx, who stood up nice and straight for the customer.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 11:12 am
The fresh air was comforting and soothing to the boy as he moved with a swift, determined pace. He knew where he wanted to go. It wasn’t long before he was walking amongst shops and he couldn’t help but feel slightly giddy at the idea of terrorizing the woman who ruined all of his white clothes.
Now, where was that Halloween shop? He had to find some spiders to stick under her pillo- His musing’s were cut short as he walked past Solace Scents. He stopped for a brief moment before walking backwards a few steps and peering inside the window. Seeing Adrian inside, clutching his head for a moment for some reason, Tango couldn’t help but let out a throaty chuckle.
Now this was an even better plan. Pushing through the door he listened as the bell jingled, announcing him, before he moved right to the counter completely ready to enlist a felon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 11:21 am
"Adrian, go in the back if you're gonna be like that. You're scaring the customers," Amryx dismissively shoved aside the Scent's problems, figuring them to be some sort of odd ploy to get attention like everyone else the emo Scent did.
Ironically enough, Adrian's antics seemed to have attracted a customer. Or so it seemed.
"Welcome to Solace Scents!" She greeted the boy, while Adrian sulked as if he had never seen Tango in his life. Actually, he just didn't want to acknowledge that the other Scent existed, because he was so miserable he didn't even want to make anyone else miserable.
But Adrian! You should say hi to Tango~! You might hurt his -
"SHUT UP!!!!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 8:30 am
Tango raised a bemused eyebrow at the boy, who seemed to be shouting for no particular reason. Walking over to the counter, he folded his arms over the top and leaned heavily against it. “What are you yelling at this time, twerp?” Tango asked, a smug smile on his face.
Before the other could even answer, however, Tango waved a hand as if dismissing the question. “Look, how interested are you in, in picking on May some?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 8:51 am
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Adrian yelled back. Like hell he was going to tell Tango about the horrible voices that were plaguing his consciousness! Tango could go fall in a ditch!
Except that was a horrible thing to say! Damnit!
The mention of tormenting May piqued Adrian's interest however. Maybe if he were to rediscover the joy of making someone as miserable as he was...
"Keep talking. I'm interested," Adrian said.
Amryx decided to leave them be. She had the feeling that it was better to just not get involved in this.
"Whatever you two are planning, go do it somewhere else."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 8:59 am
Tango spared a glance at the ‘cow’ as Adrian called her, and promptly ignored the woman. Bossy thing. Adrian's own yelling hadnt fazed him at all. The boy had already known the emo child had more then a couple issues. “Aa. I was thinking,” He glanced at the oils, cocking his head slightly, hoping the other would get the point. “She can hardly even handle me. What if we got her some...outrageous scent. Something she’d have a heart attack trying to watch over.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:43 am
To Adrian, the plan sounded very good. Really, he would have congratulated Tango on coming up with such an evil plan, especially since the plan's victim was none other than May.
But his reaction was actually rather surprising. Adrian blinked and stared at Tango for a moment.
"But that's so cruel," he said, rather uncharacteristically. After which he proceeded to smack his head against the table.
"I mean, it's so cruel that I love it! Yes! Let's do it!"
Clearly, Adrian was acting strange even for... Adrian.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 12:07 pm
If he was any less of a boy, Tango would have blanched at Adrian’s initial reaction. But because he wasn’t, he merely opted to raise both eyebrows in clear un-adulterated shock. After the surprise wore down, his eyebrows lowered back down and furrowed together, his face marred into a scowl.
“What is wrong with you, Twerp?” He sighed and shook his head, not entirely sure he truly wanted to know. “Of course the plan is amazing. Now come help me find a scent, and tell me what the hell crawled up your arse and made you act this way.”
He had a feeling the cow would listen in on them if they stayed at the counter, and knowing the twerp, he wouldn’t exactly want that woman to hear what clearly ailed him. Tango himself, would have been generally disinterested that anything was wrong with the brat, but the fact that he was acting...dare he say ‘nice’ was peculiar in itself. He needed to make sure there wasn’t some bug going around that would have him kissing May on the cheek before he left the house, or doing chores for her without compensation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:02 pm
"Nothing crawled up my ... my a... my... my behind," Adrian choked on trying to pronounce that particular piece of profanity. Damnit, that stupid conscience of his wouldn't even let him curse freely! "Something crawled into my head. Some stupid voice that tells me right from wrong... My conscience or something. And it's making me nice."
Clearly, Adrian was loath to admit that he actually could tell the difference from right and wrong. Why would anyone want to do that? Life was so much easier when Adrian just divided things up between things that benefited him and things that brought misery to other people.
"Do you know how to get rid of it?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:44 pm
Tango let out a snort, a sound expressing not only his slight annoyance, but his slight amusement as well. So the brat finally had half a mind, huh? He could have some fun with this one. “You can’t get rid of it.” He replied shortly, making his way to the nearest shelf, scanning the scents there for something that looked evil, or exotic, or wild. Something amusing. Something worth spending money on to exact his revenge. “Most people are born with it. It’s not something that just goes away. Get used to it. It’s there to stay.”
He paused, picking up a Cherry Blossom scented candle. After sniffing it, he decided it was too...something, for his taste and put it down quickly, going back to his search. “You’ll be doing nice things for the rest of your life.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:58 pm
Nice... things... for the rest of his life...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Adrian screamed. No, he couldn't have that! A life of goodwill and charity, of being respectful of other people's feelings and holding the door open for people, and apologizing for all the things he had done! NO! NO!
"I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THAT! I'LL DIE IF I DO NICE THINGS FOR PEOPLE!" The scent panicked, and while most people would find it amusing, it was clear that the Scent was actually on the verge of a panic attack.
And then the panic attack actually set in.
"I REFUSE! I'D RATHER DIE THAN BE NICE!" Adrian grabbed a nearby shelf and started smacking his forehead against it, apparently making good on his suicide threat. The wooden shelves shuddered as Adrian repeatedly tried to bludgeon himself with him, and a single scent near the top was knocked down and fell...
... right onto Adrian's head.
There was a loud THUMP as the child hit the ground, the container of oil spinning around in a circle next to him before it finally settled.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 4:44 pm
Tango watched, a bit panicked as the other began to beat his head against the shelf. Half of him said it was just a childish fit; he’d stop when his head started to hurt. The other half said, knowing Adrian, he might really just kill himself. Before he could contemplate the pros and cons of a world without the pest, the aforementioned child was hit on the head, taking a dive to the earth. An amused snort escaped him as he bent down to pick up the oil, turning it around in his hands once, twice, and then a last time, before sniffing it. After a moment’s thought, he placed it next to the Cherry Blossom scent, to stare down the emo child instead. Was he going to live? Truth be told, if the other died, he’d be pissed. After all- he still had no clue what scent he was going to get May. But then, maybe if he did die...
Tango’s eyes moved back to the scent he placed on the shelf. Yes. If Adrian died, that would definitely be the scent he got. Simply because it would be the world’s savior. And that was a pretty bad a** sibling if one thought about it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:05 pm
After a short while, an "ugh" was heard from the boy and he finally opened his eyes, blinking wearily as he sat up. He cast a glance around, as if trying to remember who he was, why he was here, and what just happened.
And then he remembered.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Adrian snarled, jabbing a finger at Tango as he hastily got up, potential head injuries being ignored. Damnit, he could have died, and that stupid little waste of money was ignoring him! He had half a mind to just slug the little b*****d right then and -
Wait a minute. There was no voice. Nothing was telling Adrian that hitting Tango would be impolite, or anything like that. He was cured!
"I'm cured! Tango, I'm cured! I just thought about slugging you and nothing told me it would be a bad idea! I'm cured!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:21 pm
“Oh,” Tango scoffed, his expression turning sour by the second. “I’m so glad your desire to slug me brings you such joy. You’re a little a** you know. I liked you better when you were disgustingly sweet.” Tango muttered, running his hand through his hair, puffing out a breath. After a moment’s thought, he puffed out his chest in all his childish pride (Because, despite what he liked to pretend, he truly was nothing more than a mere child) and let a chuckle form in the back of his throat. “Besides. It would be a bad thing to slug me. Because I’d kick your a**. Just. Like. Last. Time.”
At this a cocky smirk sketched its way onto his face. Briefly he wondered if it was safe for him to be goading on the other like this, but he brushed the thought aside. What could a twirp do? Turning his side to the other boy, he turned back to look for scents once more, making as if the conversation was already done, and there was no point in a rebuke. After all, in his mind, there wasn’t.
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