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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 12:28 am
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The park was simple enough. A large field for older kids to make use of, a few soccer goal posts stood netless towards the sides, a concrete square closer to the actual play park itself with a pair of hoops with chain nets. A small playing field for horse shoe just over near the sand pit. For the younger children there was a play park complete with a wooden play castle. Two large slides on either side, climbing ropes and monkey bars, a jungle gym all padded with rubber chips in case of spills and slips. It was early afternoon, cooling down from the summer heat and already the crickets had begun chirping, here and there a firefly jumped into the air with a spark of yellow light.
Winter sat on a nearby bench sitting under a cherry tree, it was late in the summer so most of the fruits had fallen and squished along the ground, rotton or nothing left but dried husks all over the bench, the playplace, and the ground itself. The fruits still hanging from the trees were over-ripe and hardly fit for eating.
Nearby, Cody pulled himself up on the play ropes, his hooves clammering on the wooden notches in the side of the play castle. It was more difficult without actual feet or claws, but his upper body strength made up for it well enough, "Up da rope! 'Ey Mama lookit!"
Winter looked up from her sketchbook, giving the boy an approving nod, "Good job, Cody... now don't be doing that in the house."
"D'awww man."
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 12:52 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 1:19 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 1:35 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 1:42 am
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Cody nodded, "That's alright, I'm real good at showin' the new kids what's what." He stepped back onto the slide, turning himself around to slide down it, landing with a bit of a jump from where the slide ended down to his hooves, stirring up the plastic padding chunks. Standing himself up, Cody folded his arms accross his chest, "'Name's Cody an' when I grow up I'm gonna be th' best ar-" He paused, catching a dirty look from Winter, "Er... booty whomper 'round."
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 11:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:03 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:51 am
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((Because the player's fascinated with Medusa, and needs to get Indigo more involved again~.))
Indigo was never going to call the woman taking care of her "Mom". Mom was in the hospital and feverish and sick and getting worse every day, but even if she died, Indigo wasn't going to call the other woman "Mom". Not even if the woman came running after her on seeing that she and Citrine had snuck out of their old beat-up rundown house and made a run for the D Corp headquarters. Not even if she brought them both back with tears and apologies. Not even if the big scary cat-thing that followed that woman everywhere tortured Indigo, or worse, Citrine--she'd never call the woman "Mom". Ever.
The velvet worm was in a black mood as she shuffled through the grass on the far side of the playground. Her dragon was uncharacteristically quiet, plodding along in Indigo's wake, its copper color dull with scales scratched and frayed from overgrooming. Indigo herself wasn't looking all that great, with her hair and clothing mussed and her color poor. The unhappy pair made their way slowly toward the sound of voices, headed not for the other children but for the cherry tree. It probably wouldn't support her weight, but the overripe fruit and any insects it happened to have in it would make for a decent treat.
She needed a treat right now. She headed straight for the tree, paying no attention to the younger children. Citrine was a little more alert, and seated herself off to one side of the dispute, tail curled around her forepaws. She looked first at Medusa, then at Cody, before raising a paw in a feeble wave. Indigo, meanwhile, had hooked her upper hands around a branch of the cherry tree and planted her feet against it, using her lowers to shake loose what fruit she could get at.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 2:12 am
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