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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 10:08 pm
The day was rather pleasent out and had a nippy swish to the air. The temperature was bringing people to wear longer clothes and more thick fabrics. For Cleo, however, it was rather refreshing.
She hummed as she skipped along the side walk. Fluffy violet dress and matching socks up to her knees and two clips crimping her hair back. Her mother had been ditched, far far behind when she had been looking at weapons. Rapier had been so distracted by the sharp, shiny things that she hadn't noticed her daughter inching away to explore on her own.
Apparently it was an uncommon occurance in Cleos state of mind as she paused near a bakery, standing up on her tip toes. It smelled nice inside. If she had learned how to steal (from Dagger or any number of her relatives), the little tramp would've scrambled inside to nick a certian something to nibble at. The thick smell made her happy, little feathered tail fluttering slightly under her dress. People were staring and she didn't care.
She liked food.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:51 pm
Alt was not happy.
But then again, when was she ever happy? Carried beside Tiil clutched in his fist tightly were clothes that she had been forced to try on, rather girly things that she didn't like but Tiil had gotten them for her anyway.
And, he didn't know it yet, but she snuck in a few boyish clothes as well, which she'd sneak away at the house. She still missed Kanth, and hoped that when the woman came back, she'd smack some sense into this fool that believed he was the 'man of the house'.
Revenge was sweet, oh yes.
Stopping her walk and glancing to the girl, Altessa let Tiil walk on as she turned, staring RIGHT OVER CLEO'S SHOULDER in a quiet manner. The girl probably wouldn't have even noticed her until she turned her head, as she was so silent, her breathing well controlled.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:59 pm
Cleos hearing wasn't all that shiny to begin with. Sure, earfluffs were cute but it was the crinkly, curly black hair that hid most noise from her lovely ears. So there she stood, Alt RIGHT THERE, and she didn't know until she turned around to go and smacked right against the other girl.
The goldcrest shrieked, arms begining to flail in the way girlie girls did and her foot stamped. "Y'SCAR--oh." The squealing stopped as soon as she saw it was Alt and the foot went slowly down to the ground. "You. Alt. You hate me anyway, I don't have to squeal."
When she wasn't around her mother or adults in general (or people manipulated by cute), Cleos voice faltered into something more distinctly normal and less high pitched. The ever-present giggle-grin was gone, replaced by a curious expression from the girl.
And the 'T's were being pronounced almost perfectly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:26 pm
Raising an eyebrow, Alt seemed confused for a moment. "Not even going to try to get on my good side?" Altessa leaned down, her face grumpy.
Tiil kept walking. Not that she cared, but she was rather glad to be rid of him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:30 pm
Cleo just stared back, leaning up on her tip-toes so her nose was almost pressing against Alts own. "What do you expect me to do? Giggle and make stupid comments?" She blinked a little, moving that extra bit to press her nose against the others.
"You hate me. My mam is not here. So I don't have to be stupid and giggly to make her do what I want. Sound good?" The last words pitched to a giggle once more, obviously teasing and she beamed at the other before the expression faded back to the curious nose-pressing.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:34 pm
Well now, this was new. Reaching up, Alt shoved Cleo, making her back off to give her space.
"Quit it," She hissed warningly, not at all happy. She wasn't liking this situation - why didn't this girl fear her?
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:37 pm
"The only one who can push me," The goldcrest grumbled through her tightly-pressed teeth, "Is Tyven." Sure, she had stumbled back and DAMN that glass had hurt but what she said was true. Only Tyven!
So Alt got a poke on her forehead. Wooo, Cleo was a crazy one. "Quit what? Want me to be giggly again? So I have to fake it with you too?" Almost instantly, she was smilesmilesmiling, hands clasping in front of her and her voice altered once more.
"Y'look all pre'y wi'h yer hai'cut~"
Sarcastic little b***h.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:50 pm
Angry now, Altessa reached up and punched Cleo across the face, more like a kid slap with claws, but hey! Same difference, right?
"SHUT UP." She did NOT like her haircut, and she did NOT like the one who gave it to her! Especially the one who gave it to her!
She was snarling now, and jerked back, lifting her fingers to lick off the blood that welled up underneath her fingernails.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:58 pm
Being small and rather thin (not to mention more fragile then Alt - bird DNA and all), Cleos head snapped to the side and she nearly staggered. Blood welled up on her cheek and even cross one of her nostrils where a nail tip had nicked... she could taste her own blood!
Icky.
An eye for an eye, her Mam said. Cleos head snapped back towards Alt, her eyes narrowed in anger. "You.." She sputtered, foot stamping on the ground. "You BUTTHEAD! I'm BLEEDING!"
Now, she didn't have claws but she had nails that she carefully made pretty. Her toes had wicked claws though! Unfortunetly, Cleo was supressing her natural instinct to dive at the other female and claw her face off. So instead of doing that and flashing everyone in the shop behind her, her hand balled into a tight fist briefly and that wickedly-fast birdie hand (although light - again, birdie BONES) smacked against the other females face.
Now she could feel skin under her nails but... blood? Maybe. It grazed - not as deep as the others mark on HER.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:00 pm
Whirling and regaining her balance by splaying out in every direction, Altessa crouched as she glared at Cleo for a long moment, then rose, approaching her slowly.
She then moved around, inspecting her carefully, all agressive behavior dissipating.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:02 pm
Cleo glared right back, believe you me! Her arms folded tight over her chest, twisting around to peer at the other suspiciously. Her wing feathers were ruffled and uncomfortable but her mam would preen those laters.
"What?" Cleo finally grumped out, "I -do- like Yellow. I wasn't lying about that."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:09 pm
"... I like you." Altessa murmured brightly, that dark smirk of hers spreading on her face as she reached out and pulled out a few loose feathers. Gently, which was strange for the Bandersnatch girl to do.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:12 pm
That made Cleo pause. She blinked a few times, head tilting vaguely to the side in confusion. The crazy lady liked her now?
"Why? Cause I hit you back?" She was confused, oh yes, but she hardly felt the feathers being tugged out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:15 pm
"You got spunk and attitude. Not like that other flyer." Altessa sneered at this memory, reaching up to feel her head where the hairclip used to be. Loosening a few more feathers, she took them away and stuffed them into her sock before holding out one for Cleo herself to keep.
"You're diff'rent. Better." Altessa said it like it was; she stared at the other coolly now, not even noticing that blood was seeping down her chin and onto her ripped sweatshirt.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:21 pm
"There are other flyers? 'Ve only met Earako.." She took the offered feather cheerfully, twisting it in with one of her curls. It stayed in place rather nicely, really. "Thank you~"
The goldcrest hummed briefly, staring back at the darker skinned. This time she didn't go nose-to-nose. Possibly a smart move on her part. "Y'should meet my sister. She bites and jumps on people and she almost bit my face off once. And, she can dis-lo-cate her jaw." A firm nod from the bird and she leaned in to peer at the girl a little closer.
"So if you hit people you like... what do you do to people you hate? Break their legs, like in mafia movies?"
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