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 Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 1:10 pm
Masquerade sat, looking tired and not her usual quiet yet smart self. She didn't feel the weight of the wrench strapped to her leg anymore. The blue fox was too busy trying to remember how she could be the mother of the bowl dancing around before her. All she could remember was the first Bachelor of the Blind Date, not his name, but his gray fur, and a six-pack of beer. Beyond that it was blank. She sighed. It was too long to be thinking about mistakes, or the past.
The bowl, Muerto, hopped and chimed, trying to make the tune of one of his mother's frequently played songs. He learned long ago not to try to communicate with older noodles; it took him a while to figure out they didn't understand clacks and chimes.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:40 pm
Pwnage lay curled up in the rafters, her clawed paws firmly around her daughter. How could this have happened?! She wasn't the type of girl to get in bed with the first person who asked her to! She was polite, intelligent, and quite serious--so why had she followed Seradane when she led her away? Why had she agreed to the dinner, to the drinking, to sleeping with Seradane and her twin, Feralas? Who am I? the gryphon thought miserably. I'm becoming those girls I hate! Idly, Pwn looked down below to the shop. She recognized one of the foxes she had seen around. She, too, was near a bowl that looked like her. There were six of us who were selected...maybe she's another one. She scooped up her daughter and flew down to the floor to land on the couch.
For the Win flapped her wing against her mother's paw. Even as a bowl, she loved the feel of her mother's paws and the wind through her feathers. She wished, however, she knew why her mother worried about her so much...
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 2:48 pm
Her head turned at the sound of wings flapping. "Erm...hello there." Masq had never seen a beaked fox before; she tried not to stare.
Another bowl! Someone that can understand me! Yaaay~ Muerto clacked upon seeing Forty for the first time, and definately not the last.
((*Shot for the foreshadowing* ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:07 pm
Pwn nodded to the other femme. "My name's Pwnage, but my friends call me Pwn; I think I've seen you around here before. What's your name?" She smiled at the bowl. Being a mother made her more sensitive and loving towards them...who knew that ceramics could be so cute?
Forty chimed happily towards the other bowl. It was so nice knowing there was another bowl; I wonder if he or she's better than the ones at our house? -My name's For the Win, but people call me Forty!- she clacked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 12:59 pm
"My name's Masquerade, but some friends call me Masq." She didn't add that she didn't remember ever seeing Pwn. "Nice to meet you, Pwnage."
Hi Forty! I'm Muerto! the gray bowl clacked back with enthusiasm. People call me....uh...Muerto. There was no sarcasm in his voice as Muerto said this, just realization that he had no nicknames.
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