|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 6:13 pm
Having spent a little bit of time doing research on the youths that wandered the area around and in Amityville, the horsewoman known as Lifen couldn't help but strike interest about this . . .prom. It seemed like an interesting idea, and sounded a bit like the events and parties that the higher-caste would have when they weren't arsed to do much, and had too much money laying around.
Fumbling with the edge of her sleeves, she stood around what was basically known as the "Demon Dorm", watching the youths come and go, sometimes giving her looks as she stood near the entrance, waiting for the arrival of the little winged demon who had helped her before, and was slowly growing on her. Like a moss. A sweet little moss.
That was taking forever. Clearing her throat, she debated sneaking in and starting to ask the inhabitants if she had seen Charlie, but she decided to wait . . . he would show up, right?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 6:35 pm
A small thud could be heard behind the young horse woman. There a pink haired boil stood with his wings out stretched and a grin even wider stretched across his face. One long sleeved arm was held high up as he waved to her.
"HI LIFEN HI!" He was still waving his arm. Obviously very happy to see her for what ever reason, " Are you in need of more help to day or maybe you wanted to play a game or .. " He thought for a moment and then his face lit up, "I KNOW! You wanted to go take me out to pizza you sly ghoul you. Well okay! It is my obligation as a gentle-demon to have you take me out to pizza," The pink haired demon grabbed hold of Lifens hand with one of his long sleeved covered ones.
"Come one~ Lets get cheese! Pizza! Do you like pizza?" It was a thousand questions a second. Obviously Lifen had been on Charlies mind.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 9:22 pm
It was safe to say that his energy was infectious - she could almost feel it vibrating off him as she turned around, a smile already on her face as he waved up to her, his blue cloth flying back and forth like a flag.
"Charlie!" She piped up, shyly, her voice barely above a peep, not really looking to put herself on any higher pedastal. "It's nice to see you agai --" She started, before her hands were folded in to the fabric of of his hands, as he was going a million miles per second, and she was starting to get invigorated, her steps starting as a stumble, before catching up with his odd way of everything.
"Yes. . . n-- Pizza?" was all she could say at the moment, her eyebrows shooting up as she looked at the young demon. Lifen had never tried pizza - or really even hear of it before. So Lifen was being led away by the most adorable, talkative Amityville, and she couldn't do anything about it, because he was just so precious. "Okay. I mean, Okay." What was she supposed to say."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 9:33 pm
Lifen was being a completely good sport about taking Charlie out to pizza. The little demon let his wings spread out and he attempted to fly off with Lifen. Only, he couldn't lift her. Lifen was not a heavy ghoul by any means but Charlie was no strong boil by any means either. Finally he gave up and fluttered back to the ground be side Lifen.
"Alright we gotta hoof it," He meant figuratively walk of course. The demon began to drag Lifen at an quick pace towards town.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 10:03 pm
It was pretty sudden, she felt herself lift off from the ground, for only a split second - a weird sense of weightlessness that she was normally not very used to. It was kind of a thrill, even if it lasted that short time, accompanied by the wing-beats of the little demon who she had befriended. Looking up to him, she raised her eyebrows, mis-matched eyes wide as he lowered himself down again, the unlikelyhood of him picking the horsewoman up bringing him down to earth again.
Smiling softly, she patted his shoulder with her free hand, walking in time with him, feeling out his pattern, slowly. "I am very used to walking, so it should be fine." She answered him, rocking their hands together a bit. "I have not been able to just enjoy a walk, so I appreciate it, at least."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 10:57 pm
"Enjoy a walk?" He looked very amused now as his head craned up to see if Lifen was joking or not. It didn't seem that she was. A frown was placed on the demons face - walking was serious business. But if he was holding Lifens hand he didn't mind so much he supposed. Charlie light squeezed on her palm. "I think you might be right," He said after a very long time of silence, "If you walk you can catch sight of more things happening... but FLYING you get to do .. Things," That would explain all the things Charlie. Great job. "Thats okay though. Your fun. I'll stay grounded for you right now," They were nearing the town now.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 2:05 pm
The closer they got to the town, Lifen felt a little more apprehensive, having not left the Amityville and Sanctuary grounds since it happened. There was a lot of questions running through her mind, mostly those about would she stick out like a sore thumb, being a horsewoman - would they even know? Also - she knew she was clear from the threat of spreading the Insanity . . . but she still worried that it would sanction her out a bit.
Diverting her obviously marked eyes from where they were walking - hand in hand - she focused on Charlie, his rambling the topic of her interest. "I am sure flying is exciting." She answered, thinking. "It is liken to riding on a horse, I suppose." She, personally, loved riding, and wished she had more time to do more of it - the last instance having been with Nirva, a short bit back.
"I am glad that you feel that way, though." Charlie seemed. . . innocent and just . . . full of -- uh -- something. Lifen wasn't sure what it is, but, she would find a word that explained Charlie. "Do you have any flying companions?" She questioned, wondering as they started toward the pizza place, curious about her new little friend.
It seemed like it would have been a peculiar sight, a rather buxom woman in fancy clothing walking hand in hand with a youthful demon.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 2:40 pm
Mention of a horse peeked the little demons interest. He knew of horses like Calder and .. Calder was really the only example the young pink haired demon really had off the top of his head. He'd yet to actually meet any of the other horsemen so he couldn't really compare many.
And Charlies mind continued to head on a spiraling trail to no where for a long time even as they stood right in front of the pizza joint. The smell of pizza brought him back quickly as one could bring Charlie back from the depths of his own mind. Once he was back he was examining Lifen. And not just her chest either.
" Lifen..." He started, "Would you .. ride a horse to some where special with me some time?" He frowned, "I've never rode on a horse before." The question about flying companions was completely out the window for the time being at least. Charlies brain moved one thing at a time and right now that was riding some where with Lifen.
Charlie took a step forward and held the door opened for the horsewomen. While doing this he also held out two fingers signaling that there would be only two for this date to the very annoyed looking hostess. The pink haired demon had been to this pizza joint before. His reputation was not all that good. Namely ducking out on a bill more then a few times. A nameless figure always picked up his tags. Charlie did not know this nor questioned it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 5:47 pm
Giving Charlie a soft bow before walking through the door, she allowed herself to be taken to the seat they were set in, the feeling of this establishment warming, and yet remarkably foreign to the horsewoman.
Waiting for Charlie to sit down, she gave him a small smile, looking to continue the conversation from before. "Of course I would, Charlie. It's very natural, but we'll have to go slow. . . horse riding is something you have to get used to. It can be uncomfortable for people." She offered, sincerely. He was just really sweet about how he asked things.
"But, in return," She started, diverting her glance for a moment - a know all that she was thinking deeply, "Do you know anything about this prom thing that everyone is serious about?" She asked, almost innocently, mismatched eyes looking back up at him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 6:13 pm
"Prom?" A wild smile appeared. Wild smile used , "YES! I know that theres dancing and theres games and that you should go with me."
Charlie paused.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 7:06 pm
It was super effective.
Lifen sat there, obviously dumb-founded as the words cycled through her head. That. . . was what she was going to ask. Was Charlie psychic? Squinting a little, she watched him, imagining words in her head that she expected him to say . . . but after a moment of silence, she loosened up again, awarding him a smile.
"I was going to ask you that. I want to see what it is all about. So you will take me?" She offered. She didn't want to think she had imagined she heard him say what he said.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 7:13 pm
Charlie froze dramatically before a super zoom in on his face happened and he said.
"Yes," Like the bad a** mother ******** he was.
"Now lets go get some pizza," His tone drastically changed from bad a** to serious guy. Friend. Buddy. Lets go get some mother ******** pizza. So Charlie grabbed her by the hand once more and lead her to the table.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 7:27 pm
So it was set.
Lifen was going the prom, and Charlie was getting his pizza. Allowing the boil to take her to their table. It was safe to say that it was a unique experience, which ended in a rushing escape from the little demon, and an apologetic leaving of the horsewoman.
In which, she was told this happened very often.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
