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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:01 am
Korring hummed quietly to himself as he slowly ran a damp rag up and down, over his sceptor, polishing it to the utmost shine as his standards demanded. As his mind began to wander from this menial and often-undertaken task, he thought over the encounters he'd had with the other denizens of this place since his arrival. All of them had been utter heathens, especially that "princess" clothed in nothing more fine than a paper bag. She had even had the gall to call him- ... But dwelling on bad experiences wouldn't do at all. Sighing, he put down the rag and dropped his chin into one paw, allowing himself a rare moment of discomposure. Could there be anyone in this place he could communicate with?
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:15 am
Mary of course had managed to flee to said room hours before, all the noise and chaos of the main rooms were just too much. A quiet environment was exactly what one needed when their minds were to flourish and create. Alright so maybe her mind wasn't flourishing but she'd decided she wanted to write a novel, or at least... finish some of it. She'd been working on the same story for a year or so now, never once had she asked for a second opinion. Nobody knew if she was too shy to allow others to gaze upon her work or if she just felt her work failed to compare to the work of so many author's she'd read before. Either way, she sat alone in the corner... completely content with her pen, notepad and the little light the window next to her gave off.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:20 am
Growing increasingly agitated with the weighted silence in the room, the regally-attired fox decided to do something quite out of character - Make some unnecessary noise. Rising dramatically to his feet, he swung his scepter out to the side as if it were a mighty broadsword, swinging it across to clang noisily against a nearby metal post. "Ah-ha!" He cried, "you've seen your last sunrise, fiend!" Continuing his play-duel, he twirled about several times, swinging his scepter about in new and increasingly complex ways, as his furred cape trailed behind him and added to the dramaticism of it all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:33 am
Of course, the sound had caused Mary to jump slightly for it'd been loud and quite a surprise. Being absorbed in writing often had its disadvantages because Mary often found herself lost in the task at hand. So after a soft gasp of surprise, her ears pinned back slightly and cheeks soon turned crimson in colour. Hoping the strange male hadn't heard her, Mary shrank back slightly, examining the other fox that seemed to share the room with her. Different looking, he was, complete with a crown and a sceptre... The first idea that jumped into her mind was that he was perhaps like a character in one of her books. That thought alone caused her entire face to blush accordingly. Feeling as if she were eaves dropping, Mary lowered her head and began once again scribbling on her notebook. Little did she know that the butterflies in her stomach mysteriously caused the words she scribbled on the page to create nothing but a pile of utter rubbish.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:39 am
It was several more moments of exciting, action-packed dueling against an entirely imagined opponent before Korring finally stopped, facing the direction of the room's lone window. As he did so, his scepter fell to the floor with a loud clatter, as he suddenly realized that there was a girl in the room, scribbling fiercely in a notebook, and apparently paying him no mind. Despite her apparent ignorance to his existence, however, he was sure she must have heard him. He was abashed. Utterly ashamed. How could he ever rectify his status in society after someone had witnessed him behaving in such a childish manner?! Taking a deep breath, he quietly leaned down to retrieve his scepter, then walked towards the girl, attempting to formulate a plan of action as he went, a plan so clever that it would erase any doubt of his regality from her mind!
Unfortunately, such a plan neglected to develop as he made his way across the room.
"Hi there," he said, the sound of his own voice startling him in the newfound silence of the room.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:48 am
Skritch... Scribble... Skritch... Gasp... and with that the pen slid across the page making a mess of whatever pathetic nonsense she'd managed to add to the page. It occurred to her that it was most impolite and horribly rude to keep your head down when someone was speaking to you. Eye-contact, that requirement for conversation but... why was it so incredibly hard to lift her head? After many, long, silent, seconds, Mary rose her head to stare up into a very different and unfamiliar face. Then... more silence. She felt like a child caught stealing their parents' favourite outfit or taking cookies when dinner was ready to be served. Had she done something so morally wrong that she may be punished or embarrassed?
"I..." there was a long pause before a surprised, "Oh!" and then the sound of a pen clattering against the cold, wooden flooring.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:53 am
The silence between his awkward, stupid greeting, and her surprised reaction was agonizing for the crowned fox. She must think I am the epitome of idiocy, he thought to himself; She won't even deign to reply! Much as he wanted to run through the door and put this whole ordeal behind him, he was starting to almost... Be annoyed. He was being ignored, certainly a first for him, and he didn't like it one bit.
Just as he was about to protest, and regain a bit of his lost pride, she finally reacted - By staring at him, then dropping her pen. Blinking at her, he reached down to pick it up, meeting her eyes again as he held it out to her. "You dropped this, miss," he said politely, though he was wondering exactly what was wrong with this strange girl.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 1:08 am
The male fox didn't look all that happy, in fact he'd given her a strange glance that made her swallow... hard. Mary wasn't at all good at socializing, in fact she failed miserably at coming up with conversations or thinking up things to talk about. Literature was her one true love, and most others didn't express the same sort of love for words as they would call them. Mary, on the other hand loved the way words formed pictures and told stories, how they could pull you into their own world and take you away. Oh, she'd pulled herself away again!
Blushing as the male passed her the pen she'd accidentally dropped, she began to stammer, determined to let this male know she wasn't a mute. "I... I... thank... you," she stuttered and soon after whispered, "I'm always losing things..." but that comment was more to herself than the seemingly polite stranger.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 5:12 am
Though Korring was somewhat relieved when the girl finally said something, in the form of thanking him for the return of her pen, he still thought she seemed rather... Odd. He blinked a few times at the seemingly-afterthought comment she made, then stretched out a paw to indicate the space on the windowsill next to her. "Would you mind if I were to sit with you, Miss?" He inquired, still keeping his air of utmost politeness. At first, he had simply wanted to make sure that she wouldn't run about spreading rumors of his shamefully informal and frivolous actions. However, he was now finding himself rather interested in the strange girl.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 7:57 pm
She kept her gaze down, for she'd been taught that it was incredibly rude to stare. Not that she would have stared regardless, staring often attracted attention she didn't want and she normally ended up embarrassed. Staring at the floor didn't save her from such a fate for she soon heard the fox ask if he could sit... sit next to her...? Nodding slowly, Mary gathered her things and quickly inched over to the opposite side of the windowsill, hoping he'd get the point.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 8:04 pm
The fox couldn't help but notice her seemingly-pointed avoidance of his gaze, and though it was an indication of politeness, something he usually craved and appreciated, it bothered him somehow. He... Wanted her to look at him? Snorting inwardly, he shook his head at the thought. He was certainly not being himself today. He tried to convince himself that it didn't bother him in the slightest when the strange girl scooted quite far away from the spot he had indicated, and planted himself delicately down on the windowsill. Clearing his throat, he glanced in her direction, politely asking, "Do you like to come here often?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 8:27 pm
He was there... beside her... and didn't seem like he was going to move anytime soon. Mary was a bit nervous, she didn't know quite what to do or how to react in such a situation. Flushed cheeks showed she was embarrassed and didn't understand how to deal with such a situation. After a long pause, consisting of many seconds, the fox asked her a question. Feeling it would be rude not to answer, she picked her head up and made eye contact before softly replying, "I... I like to be where it's... quiet... noise can be a bit... distracting..." She didn't really want to explain what she was being distracted from, for she didn't think her writing was all that amazing. Being distracted from something that had no real value wasn't really a bad thing...
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 8:31 pm
Though he took note of her obvious nervousness, he didn't pay any mind. Korring was never really one to go against doing whatever he wanted at the time (unless, of course, it went against the rules set down in stone by station and manners), and this was no exception. He wanted to know more about this mysterious girl, and he was going to do so, uncomfortable or not.
He was pleased, at least, that she made eye contact for a second while answering his question. Nodding, he replied, "I can understand that. I like to seek out the quieter areas of this place as well, if only to avoid some of the less civilized patrons."
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