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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:16 pm
 The male was well in all honesty bored out of his little green brain. There was nothing, nothing at all to do at Spencer's. Everyone there was preening over the tiny new kit who was far to brightly colored in Fudrucker's opinion, He was bright but at least he matched. Today, He decided to set off in his own adventure, today with be the day he made someone other than this house mates smile. Thus the noodle set off, a skip in his step and a whistle in his lips, He was whistling a small song that he'd came up with. His chest puffed out proudly with his new found happiness, he could create something, and something that in his mind was catchy. Maybe he'd used it to cheer up someone else, No, he knew for sure he'd use it to cheer up someone else. " Well Fuddy old boy." He spoke to himself, his tail flicking back and fourth much like a dog's would. " Today, you'll make at least one big smile."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 12:05 am
 How long had it been since she just sat down and drew? Pwnage had spent so long being a mother and teaching her children and grandchild how to fly, and trying to make nice with people, and learning falconry that she'd forgotten to tend to that one simple need: the need to draw. How could she have forgotten that? Realizing what her life was missing, she had run out to the store, and bought art supplies just like that.
Now staring at the page she had filled with sketches of everything in the room, Pwn began to wonder if she had ever drawn this badly before. She glared in frustration at the page, briskly turned it over, and began sketching on the other side. Well, "sketching" was a generous term. More like doodling. Stylistically sucky pictures, grotesque animals with big mouths and bulbous eyes. How could I be this bad? How could I be this bored that I'm doing this?! Only by remembering her age and dignity did Pwn not throw her pencils and erasers away with disgust.
No. She would have to rediscover her old patience. That's what she needed to do. Stop being impatient, stop trying to race apathy to find her muse. Slowly she looked around the room, trying to let her eye catch on detail, occasionally shading in a little piece of the paper as she drew without lines: wood grain floor, raised surface on the upholstery, a beat-up book left behind by someone on a coffee table. The rest of the shop was empty--well, mostly empty. She could see another noodle wander in.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 12:30 am
The fact that well only one noodle was here caused Fudrucker to be a little upset but not that upset. He just watched the female, She was so much different from any of the noodles he'd seen in his whole time of being a noodle. He cocked his head back and fourth a bit before he walked over towards her. His feet making soft thumps against the floorboards as he walked over to her. He cleared his throat as he smiled up from her, a cheezy grin painted from eye to eye on him. His face stretched to the point of no return it seemed.
" hullo." He muttered to the female, Letting his eyes scan over her. " How are you this beautiful day?" He asked her as his butt came in contact with the wood, a small 'thump' could be heard. then a two or three soft taps as he brought his feet in and got comfortable, then he tucked his bright green and black tail against him. " Amazing I hope! Its such a nice day, I don't think anyone could be mopey!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:29 pm
The newcomer's footsteps made a series of soft thumps on the wooden floor. There was a certain way he walked, a certain way he moved that Pwn instantly took a liking to. Taking out a new pencil--freshly sharp and never before used--she drew that movement in quick lines across the paper. She could add his colors in later. There was something that seemed natural about his markings. Maybe not the colors themselves, but the markings...they almost seemed familiar. No matter.
By the time he had made his way over to her, Pwn had managed to get a rather satisfactory capture of him on her paper. Yes. There it was. The old skill. Pwn almost smiled. She looked up at the stranger and stretched her wings a little defensively. "Yes. It is a nice day," she agreed softly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:01 pm
Fudrucker let his eyes scan over the female again quickly, that dopey grin still on his face as he looked back to her face. He was wingless and no matter how cool he thought the appendages were he didn't have them, but it didn't bother this happy go lucky noodle one bit. He just tilted his head at her before he opened his mouth. "Is It fun to have wings?" He asked curiously. He was here for small talk, just to chat because well he just wanted to lift up someone's spirit, or to get to know someone better. He let his ears fall back against his skull then perk up again quickly. " May I say something?" Being the polite noodle that he was he knew that it was better to ask than to just go ahead and speak. Many noodles weren't too sure about they're appearance. Some got offended by what he may say, Fud being who he was would be utterly crushed if he said something to hurt anyone's feelings.
He pawed at the tip of his tail before he looked down at the object in front of his flicking a bit as he looked back up at her, There was something about her beak that he couldn't get over. He wanted her to know that he thought it was spectacular.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:27 pm
Pwn watched as the male looked her over. She raised her wings in defense once again. Was he checking her out? She sincerely hoped not. That was entirely inappropriate! She was an old--Old lady? I'm not that old. I'm younger than Kyna, certainly! I've just got more grandchildren than she does. If she even has grandchildren... Pwn shook the thought out of her head mentally and flicked her red-eyed gaze back at the stranger. "Wings are nice," she said in her usual clipped manner. "Flying is very nice. Refreshing. Air in the face, smells everywhere, sights everywhere. No restrictions. Very pleasant indeed." She wasn't much for the social graces. She looked down at her drawing. It didn't include his smile. She flicked her pencil across the page and added it.
The brush of Pwn's tail swept across the floor in a little arc as it twitched in slight irritation. "You may feel free to say more," she murmured softly. She hoped that combined politeness with the implied message "you already did say something."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 12:25 pm
Well, that's not what he was hoping for, but He was asking for it. She didn't sound much like she wanted to sit here and chat with him. The green male curled his tail closer into himself and let his ears lay flat against his skull. " i think your beak is lovely." He told her cautiously. He'd never felt the need to watch his words before. Normally his goal to make people smile, normally it worked but it seemed like that wasn't happening with Pwnage. It was in that very moment in time that he realized that he hadn't introduced himself to the female, Maybe that's why she wasn't happy.
He stepped forward holding out his paw to her for her to shake, " Oh dear, " He began as he looked at her, " I've forgotten to introduce myself, I'm Fudrucker. I'm terribly sorry I hadn't introduced myself sooner, sometimes I let such things slip from my mind when I get to talking." He really hoped to change the females mood, she seemed upset by his presence now, that wasn't like most noodles he meet... Okay so he'd only meet her outside the little group of noodles he lived with, He just wanted to make a difference and yet he felt like he was just making things worse.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:10 pm
My beak is...? Pwn blinked once. Twice. Three times. The male's ears were laid flat against his skull, his tail wrapped around himself. Pwn's own ears were ringing. What a thing to say...and what did he mean by it? What was so special about her beak, besides that it made things difficult? Her own strange accent, her difficulty with bilabial sounds, like p's and b's...She could barely pronounce her own name, when she was tired, angry, or frustrated pronouncing it with an easier t instead. Th's were difficult, too. She had been quiet throughout much of her childhood from the inability to pronounce words intelligibly, something she had fought long and hard for. Her speech impediment made people laugh, and she had hidden as much as possible, first putting pencil to paper to avoid how easily they laughed at something so hard to do.
And as an adult, she squirmed to see other people kiss, their lips pressing warmly and gently against each other, a million years of evolution and triumph against the impossible elements summed up in one simple gesture, one she longed to imitate, but never could, no matter how much she longed for it. Good for pecking, good for cutting, but other than a weapon, she was crippled with a beak.
And now some young man with green swirls--green! Her favorite color!--was calling her beak beautiful?
The muscles at the end of the appendage contracted, causing the corners of her mouth to pull upward. A warm feeling spread up her throat from deep in her chest, and she felt her eyes widen. "Thank you, Fudrucker," she said with a warm, sincere smile. "That's one of the nicest things someone has said to me all day. Besides my granddaughter saying 'I love you.'" Oh dear, and he looked so embarrassed too. "It's alright," she murmured. "I don't talk much. Difficult."
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