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 Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:19 am
There was a ringing buzz to the cool afternoon air as Milo had stepped off of the bus. His small toes had wriggled againt the concrete of the sidewalk, and his eyes had appeared to glimmer with joy. He was an exuberant young boy, perhaps more flooded with curiousity than his accompaniment. He was young, however, and the world was a mysterious place flooded with vibrancies. The colors, the sounds, were an addictive drug; simply being outside had proven to posses its own euphoria.
Milo had been incapable of helping himself as such. Once off of the bus, he had found himself leaning over, his nimble fingers picking at the sidewalk cracks and the small bits of grass fighting their way to the surface. The sound of the doors closing behind him and footsteps pattering were like a steady drum beating to his actions until disrupted by a pair of small boots. The grass that Milo had taken such great interest in was covered. It was gone, damaged, trampled - however unintentional it was, it was still a tragedy that brought a stern look of horror to his face.
His head had been tilted upward; his lips had been puckered forward as he found the furry face of the boy known as Jacques. Arms folded and face alight with dignity, Jacques hardly seemed sympathetic to his grass-fascination. This, of course, scarcely led to a warm sensation between the two. In fact, Milo hated Jacques. He hated him with a fiery passion. The cape, the pompous dignity, the sense of narcissistic importance. There was a childish rivalry and vexation to Jacques' behavior; if Milo could have had it his way, he would have avoided the boy all together. Unfortunately, it was not a possibility. Jacques' was the ward of a family friend, and whatever Milo's mother said, went. Jacques being taken along on an outting wasn't new or eventful, but it was as distasteful and irritating as always.
"Why are you on the ground? You're not on guard!" Jacques had determined as he folded his arms. His small boots had clacked together as his tail had whipped.
"You stepped on my grass." Milo had countered curtly before standing up. He had inhaled a breath, brushing at his pant legs.
"Huh?"
"My grass; you stepped on it." Milo had repeated, smudging his cheek with his fist.
It was a stroke of luck that Penelope had disembarked from the bus before the conversation had escalated. It meant that new things, better things, were to arise. The outting would be stupendous! After all, a crafts fair was an interesting place to be. It sounded interesting. Milo wasn't sure what they were, really - only that there were supposed to be a lot of people, and lots of things to do. The best thing was that it was set in a park. There were tons of things to do between the playgrounds, bouncing houses, and other entertainment associated with the annual event. Thus, as Penelope had heaved her sigh and fixed the strap of her purse, Milo had smiled the broadest smile he could.
Jacques or no Jacques, he was going to have fun when they passed through the open gate and into the community park.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 2:32 am
"I don't wanna look at glass, I wanna climb the slide. Tezza pointed away from the the rows of stalls and booths filled with sellers and their wares and over towards the children's area meant to keep them entertained. The small purple haired child did wanna see some of the crafts and stuff certainly but for reasons she's never understood she was always attracted most to tall things and the big blow up slide was the biggest thing on the fairgrounds at the moment. Surely they could go look at the glass thingies later.
"'M hungry" Kuschel protested, the pink furred bunny boy fidgeted with the ends of his long ears as they walked through the entrance gate, Him on one side of Owen and Tezza on the other. They'd been required to stick close so as not to get long in the crowd.
Kuschel liked to play too but he was more interested in finding out what some of those delicious things he smelled from deeper within the craft fair were. Hopefully they weren't all meat, the vegetarian boy wrinkled his nose at that thought. Kuschel simply found himself unable to enjoy to digest meat at all unlike his twin Kodi, maybe because he was a bunny and Kodi was a bear.
Owen sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose, the older lop eared bunny boy had offered to take his brother and aunt of sorts to the craft fair wen he went today and he was starting to regret it. He wanted to take some pictures, buy somethings and get a present or two for Autumn and he'd like to do it while having fun with his family, not fighting over what to do.
"First we're going to look at some stained glass , then you two can play on the sides while I find some lunch and then we'll look at things again" he said softly but firmly. It was compromise sort of and in his mind the best solution.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 5:35 pm
The bustling fairground was a beautiful sight. Every twinkle of home-made craft melded with fun and advertisement seemed to beam. The bus stop and world behind him, Milo was in a fantasy land. His mouth had spun into a wry smile as he forgot his troubles briefly. They didn't quite matter ... At least until they had been reborn.
Jacques had taken an instant delight in the crowds of people. His proud strut was earnest, laced with the nobility of a dignitary and the diligence of a scout. He had scurried off to the front of their little group; after all, it was his solemn quest to ensure the protection of his wards - be it his own king Lowell, the curious lady Penelope, or her naive little servant boy who served horridly as a bodyguard.
There was a paranoid streak within Jacques' little world - the likes of which he could not explain. Ever alert, ever cautious, and ever adventurous, he would find himself lost within his own childish whimsy at a moment's time. It had never occurred to him that his actions were a bother, and, as such, his running forward into the crowd had not seemed unusual to him - particularly when he had noticed a striped shirt reminiscent of the infamous Waldo he had developed an obsession with since his library days. His boots had clacked as his tail and cape swayed behind him.
"Jacques! Jacques - not so fast!" He had heard Penelope calling. "Wait, I don't need you getting lost on me!"
Milo had grimaced at the sight. Jacques' furry rump had vanished behind the sea of people, thus leaving Milo alone - as he wished - in a manner he did not approve of. "I'll get him." He had stated with a slight quirk, scurrying forward himself in a haphazard manner. It had crossed his mind briefly that he was doing the precise thing Jacques himself had done, but never the matter. He knew better - and he would easily be able to find his way back.
"Milo! Boys! Agh. Boys..."
Penelope's voice had faded as Milo wormed through the crowd, stopping abruptly when he had tripped and fallen in front of a group of motley fair goers. Rolling onto his back, he had looked up at the two bunny-like boys and their female accompaniment, his face stretched and wide-eyed. Whoops. He was blocking traffic!
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 2:32 pm
Kuschel crouched down to get a closer look at the green skinned boy and sadly as his long ears swung forward at the motion he overbalanced and toppled forward into the other boy. "Ow" People might be soft to snuggle with but were not fun to fall on.
" You're not opposed to jump on people" Tezza chastised the bunny boy looking down at him with no intention of trying to help either of the fallen other children up, not wanting to fall herself.
Owen just sighed softly and waited to see what was going happen here before making any movements or decisions.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:58 pm
Milo had winced as something had rammed into him. His head had spun in a whirl as his generally happy face had quirked from the bewilderment of the action. It appeared as if he had caused a tussle unintentionally. At least nothing had been broken or damaged.
"Oww..." He had murmured himself as he sat up and looked towards the rather animalistic boy who had earned the misfortune of falling on him. His eyes had then lifted to the other members of the crew before he had began to stammer. "I-I'm sorry. Sorry." He had repeated the word a few times before scrambling to his own feet, the soreness of his limbs eating away at him.
"I didn't mean to do that."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:30 pm
Kuschel just shrugged and dusted himself off, the pink haired boy not all that bothered." Sokay I fall a lot cause of my ears" he explained. " I'm Kuschel who're you?" The bunny boy was curious to know who this strange green skinned child was. He saw a lot of strange people at home, some in costume and some not but none of them had looked like this boy.
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