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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 10:25 am
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Tyyne ( Lenachan358 )
Eight
Pika-Bunny
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 12:11 am
It had been something very unusual for her to do. Tyyne had been extremely grumpy and nasty throughout the last days running around shouting at people. Within seconds though she silenced and crept back into her room and had stayed there for a while crying softly.
She had drifted into dreams once in a while, but as she awoke that time it felt different. It was about noon and all the others in the house seemed already busy. The teenager moved away from the window sill she had been sitting on, put some stuff into a purse and left the house.
Tyyne quickly arrived in front of the Eden Project building. It was located in Barton Town and a very natural looking cute house. In front of it stood a tree with inviting shadows. The girl sat down beneath it and stared at the path, the grass and waited for somebody to pass by.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:10 am
The first thing to pass by Tyyne was, oddly enough, a fairy...although she probably wouldn't be noticed. She was currently the size of a moth, preferring to fly around that way so no one would see her, but when she caught sight of the girl sitting under the tree she stopped where she was. That girl looked lonely! Only one thing for her to do!
With a smile the tiny fairy fluttered up into the tree to sit on a branch above the blonde's head, growing into her normal size of five feet once again and pulling a piccolo out of her bag. Perhaps if she played this the girl would look happier! Taking a quiet breath in, Vevila put the piccolo to her lips and began playing. Even high pitched instruments could sound pretty!
Why was this girl sitting all by her lonesome? Was she waiting for someone? Or was she just sad? Unfortunately she wouldn't know unless she asked, but she'd wait and watch for a little while while playing her soft little tune.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:18 am
(( I think we can continue ^^; ))
Tyyne didn't notice the fairy and first and got quite depressed. When she went out nobody was there...sure. Just about to bury herself in pity the sound of a flute was heard by the Eden girl.
Scared she jumped up and turned around several times before she recognised the fairy sitting in the tree. What was she doing here ? Where di she come from ?
Tyyne really wanted to run away. The tune was nice though.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 1:43 pm
((Wonder where Pika-bunny disappeared to.))
Vevila continued to play for a few more minutes before she opened one eye to peek down at the girl below her and see how she was doing. Oh! She was standing! Vevila stopped playing. "Oh my! You look absolutely terrified! Are you alright?" She asked, putting the piccolo back in her bag and fluttering down from the branch. She never touched the ground.
"I apologize for interrupting any thoughts. You just looked so sad, I thought a little music would cheer you up!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 9:22 am
Tyyne just stood and stared for a moment. She really really wanted to go, but something was nagging at the back of her mind. She was ordered to do something by this Eden girl. What was it again ?
"Me ? Alright ? Who are you ?" The teen stuttered and her golden eyes blinked several times as if Vevila was a strange dream. "Music - yeah, it was nice.
Fiddling with her hands nervously Tyyne's brain tried to work out a plan.
(( I really don't have a clue, I think we can just go on faster now, because she doesn't seem to appear ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 12:07 am
(( OMG sorry I totally lost track of this ~_~! I don't have the pm anymore either so I am not sure if I am trying to get something from Tyyne or she's trying to get something from me...? ))
A young, frazzled looking woman carrying a large canvas book bag was coming up the sidewalk. Her face had the concerned expression of someone late for an appointment, with narrowed eyes and worried brow. As she came past the lawn her foot caught on the side of the path between the grass and pavement. "Woah-" she exclaimed as her foot twisted out from under her. Falling onto the lawn with a thump, her bag spilled over with books. Lots of books. Covers in every hue and size, soft, fat, hard and thin. At this point the bibliophile was carefully removing her shoe and examining her ankle gently with her fingertips as the the local ants ran in frenzy from the 'quake'.
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