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 Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:24 pm
Alice won this round. Cambria'd have to do something to her, maybe mix up her nail polish again. The pageants really were not her favorite thing. Her feathers were styled perfectly, her make up was perfect, and the dress and shoes were obscenely uncomfortable.
Possibly the only good part about pageants was that all of the other little girls were terrified of her. After many pranks, pullings of hair, and stepping on little girly feet with her little high heels Cambria was officially the girl to avoid. She reveled in their fear and irritation.
Alice of course was regularly mortified by her behavior.
This particular pageant was boring. She'd already taken all of her turns and was sitting around in one of the lobby chairs. She slumped into it enjoying the lack of decorum and supervision as Alice was still watching the competition obsessively.
"Alas, her kingdom for some amusement.", she thought as she watched some of the other little girls skitter away from her quickly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:34 pm
Silas had painted pretty much everything he felt like painting near the dorms, and so he had taken to wandering around campus-- sometimes even off campus-- to look for other things to paint. This somehow lead him to the very same pageant that Cambria had been forced into participating in.
The half-demon wandered down the halls until he eventually stumbled upon the group of girls, which made him stop. They were awfully dressed up for kids so little... He glanced at Whisper, who had remained silent and floated behind him the entire trip. She didn't seem particularly interested in more of them, but her light blue eyes were focused on one girl in particular.
Silas followed her gaze to a little girl with dark skin and feathers for hair. He knew instantly that she was like him, in a sense, and so made his way over there. He wouldn't talk to her directly at first, no, instead he sat down about two feet away from her and opened the sketchbook he'd been carrying and then grabbed a pencil from his satchel. He began to sketch out a few of the girls that were just standing around, figuring he could paint over the lines later. His dark red wings folded against his back, a few of the stray feathers that stuck out of the leather were moved out of place, which caused them to stick out in odd directions.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:43 pm
Cambria easily spotted the red winged kid. Oooh, prey. She wiggled and squirmed out of the plush chair. Then her feet hit the ground and she saw that he was sketching some of the other girls. That wouldn't do, he was hers.
She clicked in her little heels over towards him, plopped down next to him with a fwoosh of skirts then reached into her little purse to pull out a hair brush.
Once she had her desired tool she set about... poking him with it. Because she could. And because she wanted a reaction.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:46 pm
Silas looked up with a mildly bewildered expression on his face. His red eyes focused on her, but something in the way his pupils refused to dilate properly said he wasn't exactly looking at her. "Hi..." he blinked a few times, looked down at his page, and then back up to Cambria once more. "D'you need sumthin'?" There was something in his voice that said that he was never properly taught to speak, and so conversation in the future would be littered with mispronounced words and phrases that didn't quite fit.
By this time, Whisper had settled herself down next to Silas, but was still looking Cambria over intently, but never made a sound.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:01 pm
Cambria's eyebrow raised an inch or so (she'd just figured out how to do this, Alice wasn't amused when she'd wanted to do it for her talent). "Not really."
Poke, poke, poke. Surely there was some other kind of reaction hiding in there. He was pretty amusing all sleepy eyed, and strange speaking anyway. But first reactions were rarely real reactions, she'd learned, maybe there was more?
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:05 pm
The poking was getting rather annoying, but he opted not to say so. It wasn't every day that he actually got to have a face to face conversation with someone that was real, after all. "Oh... what'syer name?" Silas returned to sketching the girls once more, but found that a few of them had left and so he had to improvise with what they had been wearing.
"How come e'vry one's all dresseded up?" he side glanced the younger Meta, but never really looked up from his sketchpad.
"You should tell her to cut that out, baby doll. It's really quite rude, don't you think?" Silas let out a long sigh, and blinked his eyes rather hard as if he were trying to fight off the sudden urge to sleep.
"Stoppit pleez."
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:09 pm
What a fascinating fellow. It was like he lived in his own little world. Well she could respect that. Mostly.
"I'm Cambria, who're you? Everyone is dressed up so we can all see who's the prettiest. Which is dumb. And fine." She stopped poking him with the hairbrush. She was more interested in why he suddenly seemed sleepy. "Why're you sleepy?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:15 pm
"M'Silas. I think e'vry one looks purdy. Wai need a contest ferrit?" he finally looked up again, this time one pupil seemed to be larger than the other. "Mmn... Wisper makes me sleepy sumtaims." he shrugged a little and glanced at the woman next to him, but then realized that no one else could see her. "Um... I meen... nevermaind." he sighed and shook his head a little. It was too difficult to explain with his limited vocabulary, and Whisper had made it clear that she wasn't going to explain her existence to him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:31 pm
"I dunno, grownups are stupid?" She pondered who or what this "Whisper" was. Maybe he/she/it was invisible! That'd be cool! She peered at the space where he had looked before saying never mind. She almost poked it. "Hi Whisper! I think it's cool that you're invisible!" Then she looked down at what he was drawing. He was actually pretty good.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:37 pm
"Grownups ARE stoopid." Silas nodded in agreement. He still sort of cared about his parents and grandmother, but for the most part, he had no real attachment to them anymore.
He watched Cambria carefully, wondering if she could even really touch Whisper. Though, he didn't actually have to worry since she didn't ever actually poke at Whisper. "I 'unno if she's invisable or nawt, but no one else can see her or heer her." Silas shrugged a bit, looking back over to Whisper.
He noted that Cambria seemed at least mildly interested in the drawings, which put a bit of a lazy smile on his face. "Wann' me to draw you?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:42 pm
"I am a lot more interesting then those bits of fluff over there." She sneered in their direction, and when they noticed they all cowered deeper into the corner in fear of her taking action. Satisfied that she was still the reigning fear she settled into a more comfortable position so he could draw her.
"Well if you can see and hear her, then she's real." She scratched her nose, "At least real enough for me."
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:44 pm
"Tha's troo." He noted that the other girls looked like frightened animals, but hadn't quite realized that they only looked like that because of Cambria herself. "Wisper says yer purdier too." He nodded, even though Whisper hadn't actually said anything remotely like that, he just assumed since he got a nice vibe from her.
"Relleh? I didn' think anyone else wud agree." The lazy smile widened, and he turned the page of his sketchbook and then started to sketch her out. "Layterr, imma paint over this."
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:51 pm
Cambria preened. She liked being prettier then all of the others and Whisper was automatically on her good list. "Alice won't let me get near paint. An' thanks Whisper." With good reason too. Last time she'd used Fluffy as a canvas. He certainly was not amused. "I don't see why people don't believe you."
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:54 pm
"Aliss? Mai Mummy's naym is Aliss." Silas blinked a few times, pausing to stare at Cambria, as if trying to decide if she were a long lost sibling or not. Well... she didn't look anything like him or his siblings... "I get to paint 'cause my Gramma gave me paints 'n nao I c'n mayk paints come outta m'fingers." This time the lazy smile had a bit of teeth in it.
"They think she's a immaginaree friend, er sumfin laik that." He shrugged, and continued to add some more details to the sketch.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:03 am
Cambria blinked in surprise. His mom's name was Alice too? Strange!
"Yeah, she's one of the humans who adopted me. I don't have a grandma. I'm not allowed paints since I painted on Fluffy last time." She grinned downright evilly with glee at the memory. "Poor Whisper, I'd hate to be thought of as imaginary. I can't make things come out of my fingers either."
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