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 Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:04 pm
The dirty blonde Pockettu sat upon a shelf, dangling his feet over the edge and gazed down at the others who went upon their daily lives. The world of the Pockettu was no different than that of modern society for a human. Everything was just so... miniature in comparison and anything human-ized was almost alien to them. Though that didn't seem to bug him. The taller the item, the father away he could get from the others. A place up high where he can sing to his heart's content and be free from the idiocy of society below.
He found himself with a problem though.. every time he went to sing he just couldn't find the words that felt right. Already spending hours and days dauntingly trying to compose a new song he was ready to give up and call it another day.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:17 pm
He walked along the little toy steet that was made for the pockettus, along with all the toy houses and places made to make their environment to look just like the human world. He enjoyed spending time lounging about and fixing himself up. He was a vain pockettu, so Lacrymos has always spent a good amount of his day dolling himself up. But recently he's been doing so more than usual, in hopes of seeing the dirty blond Pockettu named Faust.
Faust wasn't very particularly kind to Lacrymos - or anyone for that matter, but for some reason Lacrymos was just so attracted to him upon their first meeting, it was such a painful matter to meet him in only brief moments afterwards.
It wasn't until recently that Lacrymos had heard some rumors about a Pockettu sitting high up on the shelves, singing, and he went to go investigate himself. For some reason, he had hoped with all his heart it'd be Faust.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:30 pm
Faust let out an agitated groan, a hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his small nose. He felt a migraine coming on from all the frustration from his constant failures with seducing his muse into giving him that desperately desired inspiration he craved. In his mind he didn't need a relationship or any friends. He had one in the past, a brother too if he could be bothered to recall further into his origins in the facility but none of that matters now. When he was shipped to his new caretaker, that life was behind him.
"...Tch. Guess I'll just try again later...", rising to his feet he sloppily dusted himself off and began to stroll along the shelf. He had set up a makeshift little camp which consisted of a sleeping bag, some snacks and drinks and other various things he needed. He had grown accustomed to rarely coming down from the shelf unless he needed more food items or his caretaker so rudely plucked him from his perch. "Perhaps she'll be kinder to me then.."
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:37 pm
Looking up, he see far off in the distance a red and black pockettu. Coming closer to the shelf, Lacrymos could discern that it was Faust, and and his heart jumped. Not wanting to waste time, he started to search for a way up, soon frowning upon the discovery that he has to climb the way up there.
He wondered if he should call up to Faust or simply climb up and meet him there.
"Oh no... He's moving..!" Lacrymos noted as Faust sat up from the edge of the shelf and started to stroll along its border. Filled with a sudden sense of urgency, Lacrymos started to run up to the shelf, hoping he'd be seen from the pockettu above.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 10:45 am
Continuing his quick paced stroll along the shelf, the dirty blonde did not see the Pockettu who desperately ran towards the tower he was upon. Even if he were looking down everything was just a mere blur for the semi-blind singer. He stopped and frowned for a moment. "Tch.. like that'll ever happen."
Upon reaching his makeshift space he so willingly called his home, he sat down on the sleeping bag and began to remove his shoes. Suddenly a wave of exhaustion washed over him as he flopped back against the blankets below. "Someday though it might."
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 10:52 am
The light blond pockettu hoped with all his might that Faust would look down and notice his running, soon stumbling about with all the things strewn about the floor. The outskirts of their pockettu town was left unfinished, and anything deemed unnecessary for the construction of the town was left strewn about.
Feeling that his chance would slip away, Lacrymos cried out after the pockettu had seemed to disappear. "Fauuuusst!"
He stopped running for a moment to catch his breath and looked up, hoping he would appear at the edge of the shelf. Nothing. So then left with no other option, Lacrymos approached the towering structure and attempted to climb.
Not one thought crying desperation ever crossed his mind.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:50 am
Just as his eyes slid closed, Faust could have sworn he hear someone yell. What they yelled though was beyond his knowledge. He was too high up to be able to hear things clearly. But curiosity tugged and pulled at him until he sat up and crawled away from the sleeping bag below him. "The ******** now.." he mumbled under his breath.
Gazing down below he had little idea what was approaching. For all it was to him was some slow moving blob. Deciding not to be rude and take the risk of possibly looking like a fool, he shouted out to down below. "The ******** do you want!?" His tone was angered but it carried well. His mixed accent rung through out the air.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 12:10 pm
Looking up, Lacrymos was happy to see that Faust was still up there. Somehow, after seeing Faust disappear from the edge of the shelf, he had thought he disappeared forever.
Still climbing his way through, the poor blonde pockettu thought he'd never make it. Half way through he thought of just letting go, but after hearing Faust's voice, his energy was renewed. He didn't flinch at the severe anger in the other pockettu's tone.
"Faust..! I want... to.. be with you!" His own accented voice rang out. Little did Lacrymos realize the meaning those words would soon take in both his and Faust's future.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 2:00 pm
Listening to the words, Faust frowned in disgust. "The ******** down. This is my territory!" the dirty blonde Pockettu hissed. In all honesty he just didn't want to have to deal with anyone. He couldn't even remember those he met recently well enough... then again it was that selective memory of his pushing the pests out his life. While Lacrymos remembered Faust enough to chase after him, it was like Faust was meeting him for the first time... until he eventually recalled their prior brief meetings.
Oh... the sheer anger Faust would make poor Lacrymos endure...
Glancing around, Faust wished to acquire something to throw at the other. But something held him back and he just watched in blurred amusement the other struggle to get up here.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 5:58 pm
The skinny pockettu tried his best to make his way up the shelf. He grasped at all kinds of things as he made his way up, desperately speeding up the process before he got tired enough to continue.
Panting, he finally made his way up the shelf and looked up at Faust, smiling happily. Somehow feeling that his presence would he welcomed after the grueling journey, he made his way over to Faust and wrapped his arms around him in a "happy to see you!" movement.
"It's been such a long while, Faust...!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 7:46 pm
Faust frowned a little to see the other had actually made it up. Great, now how was he gonna get rid of him? Er... her.... him? her..? If it was a chick there was a serious lack of breasts, even through his blurry vision he could tell that much. He snapped out of his thoughts when Lacrymos made contact with him. "Woah! Hey - don't ******** touch me! I don't know you."
Even if they knew each other he wouldn't let Lacrymos freely hug him. He wouldn't let anyone do so. He liked his personal space and hated it being invaded without his permission. He hissed a bit and shoved Lacrymos back but gently enough so the other didn't fall off the shelf. "How do you know my name?"
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 9:11 pm
Afraid that he was going to fall, Lacrymos only latched onto Faust for a moment before being completely shoved off. Looking up at the taller pockettu, Lacrymos made almost a sad sound. He didn't even make an impression on Faust. His sadness, though, quickly dissipated when Faust asked him a question, giving him the chance to respond to the German.
"I'm Lacrymos! You don't remember me? We met a few times before...You introduced yourself as Faust. There was another one of us there - he had a point of clinging to your side..." Lacrymos explained, smiling a bit but his expression faded into a particular uncertainty. He fidgeted with his hair nervously before standing straight, taking a step closer to Faust, subconsciously terrified of falling off.
"I wanted to get to know you, is all." He said softly, trying his best not to showcase his growing obsession with the pockettu before him.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 4:26 pm
Faust grimaced at the purposely forgotten details of the meeting the other Pockettu elaborated. Yes. He remembered it all now. The dreaded winged one who clung to him despite his attempts to shove the other off. Normally he would have thrown the other off and beaten him to a pulp but he made a vague agreement with his caretaker to not harm the others... At least out in public. She had a reputation to keep and he respected that. "...Right. Tch..." He ran his hand through his messy 'hawk in frustration.
"I remember. Didn't ******** want to... Thanks." He frowned deeply, a glare coming across his face.
He stepped back and turned to walk away. "Look - Congrats on getting up here but there's no purpose in your trying to get to know me. I don't want any ******** people bugging the s**t out of me all the time - it's why I'm ******** up here. So get lost." The dirty blonde Pockettu explained, anger lingering in his deep voice.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:57 pm
A faint frown gently curved down on Lacrymos lips as he listened to Faust. Common sense and a bit of logic barely started to kick in and it told Lacrymos that Faust didn't want to be bothered. But who can live in such solitude? Pockettu, like humans, need at least some contact with another. It was only natural.
"But I promise not to bug you...!" Lacrymos pleaded and took a step closer towards Faust. "I realize that perhaps we didn't start on the right foot, but I really do want to get to know you." There was something stirring in Lacrymos, despite any right or reason, that told him he needed to know Faust.
Even though he didn't admit it right there and then, when Lacrymos met Faust, it was love at first sight. Faust wasn't in any particularly good mood either, but despite that, Lacrymos knew. He didn't know what. He just did.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 9:59 am
Laughter filled the rather tall, for a Pockettu at least, German's innards. Oh how badly he wished to laugh and tear into the smaller Pockettu, possibly throwing him off the shelf to get his point across, but he fought back the moment of insanity and just frowned in silence.
"You already are.", he hissed maliciously.
Faust had grown used to being a loner. After the incident with his brother, and the days of fighting on the streets, he was used to it all. Nothing surprised him anymore except for this. Someone so damn persistent they couldn't fathom the hint of 'leave me alone' which was hung in the air clear as daylight for anyone to read.
He began to move away some. There was no need for words anymore. Silence would solidity his desire to be left alone. Or so he thought. There was no telling what the "female-wannabe" was going to do.
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