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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:12 pm
Cleos feet pattered as quickly as she could with her sibling attatched to her hand. Rather, her palm was wrapped around Tyvens and she was dragging her sister to the store her mother had wanted her to look at.
No kickboxing for Cleo, her mam had said. She 'needed discipline, a strong moral leverage on which to not freak people out' although Cleo couldn't see how SHE freaked people out. People liked cute (most of the time) and she WAS cute, damn it!
So there was anger in her, hand squeezing her sisters tighter with every few steps as they neared the correct store. Usually, Rapier would be right there with her but she had decided to go ahead with Tyvvie when her mother had stopped to peer at some underwear store. Silly mam.
"C'mon, Tyvvie." The goldcrest almost chirruped, voice lacking the usual bouyancy. Not that she minded much. She pushed the door open, elbowing her way inside. "Gotsa get s'me 'm'ral levrage'."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:16 pm
Tyven would already do anything for Cleo, and therefore, wasn't biting and hissing at the bird yanking her along. Instead, she settled for a blank face, blinking at Cleo whenever she said anything, and almost held her hand back.
"Tsss... Real?"
She had no idea what they were getting, but if Cleo wanted it... Tyven probably wouldn't. Oh well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:21 pm
"I'unno." She paused in the doorway, the glass door open and giving the annoying 'bing bing' of being open every two seconds teh girl hesitated. "Mam said I gotta learn'ta fight w'th 'm'ral leverage' an' she was gonna take me here f'r stuff."
Small shoulders rose and fell, Cleo fidgeting enough to tug up one of her socks. "She's g'nna come and make us g'side anyway."
The cashier inside of the store leaned over, squinting at the two very young children in his store. "You..uh.. ladies need help?"
"G'way. Talking."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:27 pm
If the cute bird's words weren't enough to scare off the clerk, Tyven's flash of grumpy fangs were, and she scurried off. Blinking at her big sister, the snake pulled her inside the door, the 'bing-bing' irritating her.
"Kyoot thin'ssss."
Tyven understood, somehow. Or, so she thought. That's the type of thing you bought in stores like this. Those horrible frilly yellow things. The stuff that made Jem and Rapier do whatever Cleo wanted.
"Sssstoopid 'dultsss"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:34 pm
"I guess?" She shrugged a little, turning to face the clothing inside. ...oh, she was wrong. The entire store was filled with black and white, socks that didn't look like they'd reach up far enough and shoes that weren't hard at all!
The only thing yellow were the small strips of cloth up high on the shelf. Cleo deflated visibly, eyebrows furrowing up. "...Tyvvvieeee. It's all UGLY." She was whining, twisting around once more to latch onto her sister. "All black an' white!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:38 pm
Considering that Tyven's favorite colors were purple, black, and white, she shot her sister a slight glare, although she put up with the clinging. She was now Cleo's favorite toy after all. Even better than a drooly puppy. But still, the CLOTHING was ugly. A slight hiss vibrated through her body as she peered around the store, and she frowned.
"Wha' do now?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:53 pm
She huffed right back at the little glare, leaning into her more. "Uhm... ge' clothes?" THe poor little bird was clueless. She had just skittered off to loose her mam, to make her worry or --
Oh, there she was.
Cleos eyes widened and she pulled Tyven over to a group of dark clothes, ducking behind them. "Hide! S'Mam!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:56 pm
Tyven didn't really duck, which didn't particularly matter, seeing as she was a small toddler, but she didn't care if they were caught or not. She liked to cause Rapier trouble, and this was as good a way as any. "Mam" as Cleo called her, was obviously looking for her surrogate children. Tyven's teeth gleamed at Cleo as she watched in silence. Too bad the stupid clerk would tell of them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 10:03 pm
Indeed she did. The thick boots tromped into the store, hidden by a surprisingly feminine violet skirt and a fitted corset atop it. Sure, there was a shirt under the corset that kept chafing away and the sleeves tinkered down her arms like an extra shirt.
The expression on Rapiers face was displeased, lips pressed firmly together. The cashier sunk away when they saw her and those dark eyes narrowed in on them. "Two children. One with wings, one with attitude."
Well, both of them had given attitude but... in either case, the cashier just pointed t where to girls were hiding. Cleo stared at her sister, unable to see otherwise. "A'e we safe?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 10:06 pm
"No."
The brave little snake stepped in front of her big sister, still hidden in the coats, and hunkered down a little, obviously baring fangs. Uh oh. Someone was gonna get a smacking for a bite. Still, it'd give her feathered companion time to streak across the mall, screaming.
"Tssss...."
The low hiss was actually to lead Rapier closer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 10:12 pm
It was a dual attack! A brilliant strategic move! Cleo squeaked quietly and edged away from her sister. She was making noise and attracting mam! ...oh. That was the whole point, wasn't it?
The goldcrest inched away, hiding behind various clothing items as her mother strode over, towards teh direcion. Tyvens hiss distracted her, long ears flicking briefly before twisting towards her.
"At least we're not on a plane," THe Fallen muttered, zeroing in on Tyv.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 10:18 pm
The only reason Rapier made a pop-culture reference is that Jem forced her to watch the movie. Tyven, once Rapier got in range, launched herself from the coats, attempting to latch onto her "mother" at about the chest range, fangs clicking together. Actually, the launching move wasn't too rare, something Jem also caught her lover off-guard with.
"Hi 'Pier."
The malicious, toothy grin was almost like Jem's... Only not so cheerful. Haha.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 8:28 am
Rapier had no concept of pop-culture. She did, however, like the Saw Series. Learn by pain! And that was what she was currently doing. When she saw the purple cannonball coming at her, Rapier let out a rather ungainly yelp and grabbed at the snake.
She was easier to catch then Jem, thank god.
"What the HELL are you doing, you sock of scales?!" Rapier sqwaked out, staring at her. "Where is Cleo?"
She was trying to sneak around them, hidden by a clothing rack, peekng through the sleeves! Ahahaha!
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