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 Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 4:52 pm
The park was fairly empty today; no kits were laughing and playing in the playground, and the old folks who fed the pigeons must have found something better to do. Only the sound of birds chirping seemed to interrupt the sound of the breeze rolling between the trees. The quiet was far from eerie, however. It was, if anything, peaceful, and the pink fox bouncing down the narrow dirt path had no complaints over it for once. To her, it felt as if life had new meaning, and she was on top of the world! That always seemed to happen when she adopted a new project.
Yes, Melanie had had her share of failures in her creative career. Aside from acting - at which she normally played a bit part in the theater - she had fallen flat on endeavors such as finding a proper instrument to play, designing stage costumes, sitting at the controls for the light... Hell, she had even managed to botch ticket-taking! However, at the present moment, she had no time to grumble and gripe over those shortcomings. No, she had a new plan to earn a more luxurious spot in her theater family. Melanie had her mind set on becoming a playwright!
"As soon as I get home, I'll get to work," she said to herself confidently, her masked face held high to the afternoon sky. The images from her people-watching came flooding back, each individual noodle morphing themselves into a character she could use with their own stories and personal dilemmas. It seemed so perfect, as if she'd finally found her calling! In fact, all of the ideas bouncing around in her mind completely crowded out the fact that she had a performance later that night... No doubt, she would remember at a terribly inopportune moment.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:16 pm
Marquess was just as, if not more of a scaredy fox than Prince. Attention and fear obviously didn't mix well, and though Marquess craved it more than anything, she ran from it each time she was given it. Any attention she would be offered would be rejected, even though Marquess hated and regretted it so much afterward, and even talking to others was a problem for the shy noodle. It had always been that way, even now, all grown up and matured. Barely anything had changed from the stuttery dragon kit to the dragoness that strolled the narrow path now. She still hid under her cape everytime she got flustered, ran with her tail between her legs at anything new or anything out of the normal, and freaked out so easily she had panick attacks daily. The few things that did change were small, and barely helped the lost fox in her quest for being in that spotlight she dreamed about. "You're so stupid.." She mumbled to herself, hanging her head lightly as she sighed in defeat, too holed up in her own thoughts to notice the pink fox skipping toward her in an all so cheerful mood that easily contridicted Marquess's own gloom.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:56 am
The collision course was set, and Melanie wasn't exactly paying attention to her surroundings as a girl should so close to dusk. Her eyes shifted from the sky, to her paws, to the trees hanging over the path, but hardly for a moment landed on the path ahead. Why, if it wasn't for her ears picking up on some indistinct mumble, she might have run right into the strange girl ahead of her. Startled, Melanie couldn't help but jump as her ears jerked her eyes to the figure standing barely a yard away from her.
"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed, her heart still pounding from the shock, "I thought I was the only one around today... Um, sorry! I could've skipped right into you." After a deep breath, Melanie regained her composure, a slight smile replacing the wide-eyed expression that her face had held a moment ago. Looking over the fox in front of her, Melanie couldn't help but gape a bit. She looked so different from the people that normally came around the theater. What with the crystals, that star, that tail, the talons, and the fangs, the only familiar sight besides the general noodle silhouette was the cape! As unusual as the dragoness was, though, Melanie wasn't exactly the type to comment on people's outward appearance unless they were in costume. One thing did actually bother her, though... The blue femme was hanging her head, and didn't look at all happy. Why, this girl was exuding gloom!
Melanie's ears swiveled back and drooped a bit as she realized it, but she didn't want to comment on it just yet... But she would. Oh, yes, she would. There was no way she could just pass by someone who was depressed like that and carry on with her own day. Perhaps some would call it nosiness, but Melanie preferred to refer to it as "caring."
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:43 pm
Marquess nearly, just nearly, barreled backward and over as Melanie jumped back and exclaimed, sending the skittish dragoness flying into the air, a deep scarlet against her blue face as she relanded and shook, staring at the pink fox in wonder and fright. Even against another female noodle, she was still tiny in comparison, and the way she tended to keel over and down when she was frightened only made her look that much more pathetically smaller. Had Marquess not improved just the tiniest from her shyness as a kit, she may have well fainted from the simple shock of meeting another fox like her. Well. Sorta. There weren't really any foxes exactly like her, being that she was half dragon, demonic, and supposedly of noble blood, though the dragoness denied any sort of it. Either way, any fox scared her, even kits, and she quickly had to restrain herself from pulling her blue and pink cape over her head, a habit she picked up from her lonely childhood.
"N-n-no i-i-it's o-k-kay." She somehow managed to stutter up, fidgeting with her leg warmers and nibbling her lip in nervousness, her ears still drooped. "I-I d-didn't s-s-see you e-either.." She mumbled, fidgetting even further the more she talked. She wasn't used to talking with other noodles, though she craved attention and company. Her gloomyness from prior hadn't faded either, though it had been pushed back behind a heck load of fear and nervousness. Marquess barely even had a chance to look at the female before her, only noticing the mask as she looked up at the fox to see who she was talking to and how close they were, before glancing around, avoiding any eye contact.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 3:14 am
[[ I have been coming to this RP and staring at it, trying to come up with a post, for what seems like months. @__@ RPs have not been coming to me as easily of late... I really hope that this is a decent reply! *showers Shirou with apology cookies for taking so loooong* ]]
Melanie cocked her head to one side, laughing quietly to herself as she tried to figure out why this strange little noodle seemed so afraid, and was avoiding eye contact. Was it shock from almost running into her, or something about Melanie herself that was putting this stranger into such a nervous state...? In any case, the pink female ended up shaking her head and sitting down on the spot, acting as if she suddenly had all the time in the world for a little chat, and assuming that the stranger would enjoy such a thing.
"I guess that sort of thing happens now and then," she said, still watching the other fidgeting and looking around. "I mean, especially at this time of day... It's getting dark, huh? And I was so distracted trying to think things up for a play I'm writing..." She trailed off, finally glancing up and away from the dragon, instead allowing her gaze to linger on the tree branches hanging overhead. The leaves rustled quietly now as the breeze slowed, and the light was, indeed, beginning to fade just a bit faster.
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