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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:30 pm
“This is going to be so fun!” Áróra squealed with glee as she walked through the dark parking lot, really, not much more than an empty dirt lot that had been temporarily converted into one.
“Your first carnival, I am sure you will have a blast. Heck, maybe I will as well, I haven’t been to one in ages,” Vilyum trailed off, trying to remember the last time he had actually been to one, but finding himself unable to.
It was early evening, the sun just having set, and cool with a slight breeze. It wasn't enough of a breeze to greatly disturb someone, or to further skew the odds at any of the myriad of carnival games, but you wouldn’t want to set any important paperwork down for fear it might blow away. Though, that leads one to wonder who would bring important paperwork to a carnival in the first place?
As the two made their way to the entrance, Vilyum nonchalantly checked the inner pocket of his long coat, verifying that the documents were still there. “Remember, before we leave, I have some business to attend to.”
Even though she was wearing her goggles, it was still obvious that Áróra rolled her eyes as she replied, “Right daddy, but you don’t work; all you do is fiddle with things!”
Vilyum couldn’t help but chuckle at her reply and then stated, “Yeah, that does sound about right, well we are here, have the money? I mean since I don’t work and all.”
Áróra giggled and shook her head before retorting, “Very funny daddy, but I don’t have the money.”
“Oh ok, I guess I will pay then,” he said before turning to the ticket attendant and handing her some money. Taking the tickets that the attendant slid to him, he turned back to Áróra and said “How about we get a soft pretzel and then try our luck at some games of skill?”
“A pretzel sounds good! Carnival games sound fun, but…um…luck at games of skill?” Áróra questioned, a bit confused at his statement.
“Exactly, don’t worry; it will make sense by the end of the night,” Vilyum responded with a grin.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 12:38 pm
"Can we go home?" Roman grumbled, pushing his face up against the passenger side window. He huffed irritably, looking out over the growing crowd with intense dread. This wasn't where he wanted to be. He wanted to be at the dojo, with Master, going over a new technique. Hell, anywhere but here would have been nice.
"No," Charlotte rolled her eyes, reaching over to unbuckle her son. "Come on, it's the carnival. You'll love it."
After coaxing the disgruntled spawn into carnival, Charlotte became entranced with the sights, sounds, and colors of it. Roman, on the other hand, was stubbornly staring at his feet.
"Awww, come on, baby." She reached down to place a kiss on his forehead, which he immediately whipped off. "Why can't you a little more optimistic? Like....her!" After scanning the crowd, Charlotte's finger landed on Áróra.
"....No, a thousand times, no, never, NO! I don't want to be here, I'm not having fun, so just let go!" He screamed, wrenching his hand out of his mother's and taking off.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:41 pm
“This is the best soft pretzel ever!” Áróra exclaimed with glee, as she took yet another ravenous bite out of the salty, doughy treat that she held up lovingly to her mouth, by one of the several tentacles that dangled from the right side of her face.
“Well,” Vilyum replied, stifling a chuckle, “It’s pretty good; I don’t know if I would call it the best soft pretzel ever, though.”
Scanning the myriad of booths that lay scattered before them, Vilyum turned to Áróra and asked, “Wanna go throw some stuff at things? It might be fun.”
“That does sounds fun,” Áróra agreed before suddenly throwing in, “Oooo, look at his wings!”
She then scurried off after the winged boy.
‘Well, I guess knocking things over can wait for a moment,” Vilyum uttered to himself with a grin and a slight shake of his head as he turned to follow her.
Catching up to the boy, Áróra blurted out, “Hello! I am Áróra! You have pretty wings! Do you want to go throw stuff at things?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:34 pm
Stupid mom, stupid sisters, stupid brother, STUPID CARNIVAL. Roman growled and kicked up a wad of ground. This had to be the worst idea that stupid woman had come up with yet. A carnival? What was he, two?
The Wrath spawn skidded to a halt, slowly turning to face the girl that had caused the entire disagreement. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew it wasn't her fault, but at the same time..."Throw stuff? I guess so." He shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the comment about his wings. It had to be a girl thing. "Why are you invitin' me, anyway? We just met....And whats up with your face?" He pointed towards her tentacles.
Even as young as he was, Roman's voice was rough and gravelly, a sure sign that he hadn't used it much in his younger days.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 3:17 am
The bright lights, the smell of food, the games, the rides, Áróra was enraptured by all of it. To top it all off, maybe, she had just met a new friend; she wasn’t quite sure though, he seemed a bit standoffish, but she was willing to try and get through his seemingly rough exterior.
“I am inviting you because I want to!” she stated with a smile, “and I like your pretty wings.” Leaning closer towards him, she held her right hand out, almost up to his face. Pointing with one finger to his mouth, she exclaimed, “Oh, you have pointy teeth like I do!” She then grinned, prominently displaying her sharp teeth and two tusks.
Giggling at his comment about her face, she replied, “These? They are my face tentacles! I can grab stuff with them. Speaking of my tentacles, would you like some of my soft pretzel?” She unraveled the tentacle that had been safeguarding what was left of her soft pretzel and held it out to him. “They are or so tasty,” she proclaimed before tilting her head to the side slightly and querying, "What is your name?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:04 pm
Roman frowned. What a stupid reason. What if he was really some kind of creeper or something? Not that he was, but what if? The closer she leaned in, the further out Roman leaned. What was with this girl?! "Hey, back off." He stepped back, giving her a little snarl, even as he looked at her tusks. "...those are pretty cool, though."
And just like that, she was suddenly uncool again. Thsoe tentacles...so creepy! If they were anything like his sister's, he didn't want anything to do with them AT ALL. "Uh..ya...no thanks. I'm full." He tapped his stomach, wings flared out defensively behind him. "Urm...it's Roman. My name's Roman."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 5:35 pm
Áróra suddenly straightened, “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just wanted a closer look at your pointy, pointy teeth.” Blushing slightly, she happily replied, “Thank you! They are really good for tearing into things when I eat!” She then widened her mouth and pressed her right thumb to one of the tusks. Slightly garbled, due to her mouth being wide open, she muttered, “They are real pointy too.”
“Ok then,” she said with a shrug, “suit yourself, but they are rather tasty.” She punctuated her remark with a large bite of pretzel. As she chewed and swallowed it, she wrapped the tentacle back around it, holding it secure and out of sight. Subconsciously mimicking him, she spread her wings out, as well. At hearing his name, she happily exclaimed, “Hi Roman, nice to meet you!”
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:12 am
"S'cool." Roman rubbed the back of his head, looking away from her eyes with a nervous smile on his face. He flexed his claws into the ground, tucking his wings back so as to avoid passerbys. The poor boy didn't know what to think about this girl; one minute she was kind of cool, and the next...Roman looked back up, his eyes widening when he saw her open mouth. "They look like it. Mine just let me tear into my sister when she tries to fight me." He liked hers better, though. They just looked more bad-a**.
"Hey, do you wanna go do something? Sittin' and talkin's kinda boring." He gave an apathetic nod towards the carnival rides, one of which had captured his eye. It was like a ferrish wheel, but not at the same time. It spun you sideways, and sometimes, the people inside would go upside down.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:55 pm
“You bite your sister?” Áróra exclaimed, then added, “Actually, a while back, I met someone that seemed to want to bite everyone; she wanted to see how different people tasted. Your sister tries to fight you? Why?” She couldn’t really understand why some people seemed to want to fight, or to bite for that matter, other than food of course; she loved to bite food and really tear into food; that was fun.
She had been intending to go throw balls in a carnival game, but following his gaze and seeing the rides, she suddenly wanted to go on one of those instead; throwing balls could wait! “Sure,” she happily replied, “Those look fun!”
Turning around, she spotted Vilyum just behind her, “Daddy,” she stated, “We are going to ride on a ride ok? I will throw the balls laters!”
“That’s fine,” came Vilyum’s reply, “so you have a new friend there?”
“Yes! His name is Roman!” Áróra exclaimed at Vilyum’s inquiry.
“Hello Roman, I’m Vilyum,” he stated to the boy .
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 5:09 am
"Not to hurt her, just for fun." Roman shrugged his shoulders, his wings shifting with the action. "We fight all the time. My sensei says that it's good for kids to fight; it keeps us on our toes." Granted, he probably meant within the confines of the dojo, but Roman had a more liberal view on the subject. Besides, Aile brung it all on herself.
Roman nodded, his gaze going back to the carnival rides before it registered that her parent was near by. He turned his sharp eyes up to the older man, his hands customarily shoved into his pockets. A new friend? He didn't think so, not yet, they had just met, but he wouldn't rule out the possibility. "''Lo, Vilyum." Speaking of parents, where was-?
"Roman!" Charlotte called out, doing her best to run through the crowd to his side. The woman's hair was a mess, and her eyes the size of saucers. "Don't ever run away from me again, okay? What if something happened to you?" She pulled him to her to give him a kiss on the forehead.
With a flush, Roman rubbed at the kissy mark left behind. "Mom! I'm fine." When he noticed his mother's strange look to the girl and her father, he felt the need to explain. "I'm going with Áróra on a ride."
"Y-you...made a friend?" Her expression said it all. Her son? Her anti-social, agressive, manic son had a friend? Jack pot! "Well, okay then. Just be careful, you two."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:31 am
“Oh ok, so just for fun?” Áróra replied though she didn’t think that it sounded like fun to her. “You have a sensei? What’s your sensei like? I’ve never really fought. I do have a Nerf crossbow though; I like to shoot it at targets and daddy said he would help me make a custom crossbow when I am older, but that’s it.” She supposed that she might be good at fighting, with her strength and elbow spikes, but she never really had the desire to.
Áróra couldn’t help but giggle when she saw Roman’s mom run over and kiss him on the forehead and his subsequent reaction. After his explanation to his mother, she exclaimed, “Ok, then, you ready? Which one do you want to go on first?” She then broke out into a sprint towards the carnival rides. She couldn’t wait to get on a ride, and with a new friend at that! This would be fun!
Turning to Roman’s mom, Vilyum held out his hand and introduced himself, tipping his hat with his other hand. “Good day, I am Vilyum. That little ball of energy running off would be Áróra, though your, son was it? He already mentioned her name. It’s a pleasure”
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:23 pm
Roman was forced run to catch up with her, which wasn't hard when your DNA gave you a clear advantage. He caught up with Áróra, looking around until he spotted it. The epitome of glorified carnival rides in all it's beauty. "That one." He pointed a clawed finger at the ferris wheel...thing, that spun on it's side and almost went upside down. The daredevil in him made his skin crawl with excitement.
Charlotte took Vilyum's hand with a smile, and gave a firm handshake. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Charlotte, but most people call me Charlie or Moose." She gave a shrug, a little chuckle accompanying it. Once her hand was free, she slipped her arms behind her back and grasped at her finger tips. "It's weird, you know? Roman making friends. He usually gets into fights." Realizing what she'd said, she hurriedly made amends. "Not that he isn't a good kid, he's just angry...alot, you know? But Áróra's a sweetie, huh?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 1:56 am
Seeing where Roman was pointing, Áróra exclaimed, “Oooo that one looks fun! It spins all about! I wonder how fast it goes?” Áróra had never been on any sort of carnival ride before, let alone one that spun so fast and nearly went upside down. The closest she had ever come to a crazy moving carnival ride was riding in the car with Vilyum driving. It seemed like it would be very exciting; she would be strapped down into the ride, but still flying through the air. She continued speeding towards the ride with a big grin on her face.
“Greetings Charlotte,” he returned while shaking her hand. “Moose? An unusual nickname if you don’t mind me saying so. Mind if I inquire into the source of it?” While it was generally polite to maintain eye contact while talking with a person, throughout their conversation, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes tracking Áróra as she ran off to the ride. He was still paying attention however. “Well, life can be frustrating at times, everyone reacts to it differently. A bit of anger isn't unheard of.Yeah, that she is as well as a little ball of energy.”
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 6:56 pm
So fast, you'll think you're flying." Roman answered with some knowledge. He'd only been on a machine like it once in his life, but he had loved every single minute of it. It was like flying with his instructor, but less 'we'll-die-in-two-minutes' feeling. He clipped along behind her, taking his time until they arrived at the relatively short line.
Taking his chance, Roman motioned to her wings. "So, can you fly with those things, or what?"
Charlotte smiled. "It is, isn't it? A couple of my friends gave it to me in High School, and it just stuck." She shrugged. It didn't help that her favorite animal was the Moose, she supposed, or that she tended to be as stubborn as one. Her eyes followed his towards the kids, her arms instinctively crossing themselves over her chest. "Sounds like all of my kids wrapped into one," she laughed. "Is she your first?"
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:21 am
“Really? So fast it will feel like I am flying? That’s great!” Áróra exclaimed with a laugh. The line was even short, so they wouldn’t have to wait long; she couldn’t wait to be on it.
“Well,” she began, “I can sort of hover in place for a moment, but I can’t really fly, not yet at least. Daddy though, he says I will be going back to the lab to take a class on flying soon, so hopefully, soon I will be flying!” She really hoped she would be able to learn, but figured it wouldn’t be too hard. She could hover in place for a moment after all, though that could be real tiring.
Before long, the short line was gone, and they were at the front of it. “It’s our turn! Let’s go!”Áróra exclaimed happily as she hurried to the seat and got in.
“Oh, yeah, names can just stick like that, or so I hear,” Vilyum commented, not really sure how to respond; high school nick names weren’t one of the topics he would consider himself well versed with. “Yes, she would be the first; currently the only, but we will see about that,” he replied, before asking, “So how many do you have?”
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