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 Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 9:24 pm
Zyanya stood in front of a mirror, looking over herself and then sticking out her tongue. She hated clothing shopping, but her skirt was all torn and she needed a new one. Perferably black. The sales lady wasn't much help at all, since she basically kept her distance.
The skit was short....and a low riser...her mom would dissaprove. She had tried on numerous others...differen't colors...but since her...odd complextion, black only seemed to work with the orange, green and white tones in her skin. Not so handy.
But at least her mother was smart enough to let her choose by herself, she was waiting int he food court for her to finish.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 10:52 pm
"Now you know what your father said, Young Sir," the stately butler gently scolded. "You are to move yourself around as much as possible, and you've had plenty of time to rest while I picked out these shirts."
The pair was making their way towards the changing rooms. For once, Reese was not all smiles. Number one: Wilbur was making him push himself around. Not fun...he was just barely getting used to having to roll the wheelchair, and his scrawny little arms got tired easily. Number two: he wasn't looking forward to this whole...clothing thing.
Wilbur said it was to keep him from appearing indecent. But no one seemed to care at the pool the other day...most of them had been almost naked anyway. And no one was staring at him now. What was the big deal about not having a shirt on?
So Reese was obviously looking for a distraction, and it was only a matter of time before he spotted the shiny that was Zyan reflected back at him in a mirror.
"Hi!" he called as his attitude skyrocketed, a slim arm shooting a frantically waving webbed hand into the air.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 8:50 am
Zyan ears perked as a enthusiastic hello caught her, in the reflection she could see a young boy sitting in a wheelchair now waving at her. Did...she know him? She turned around, casting a suspicious look at the lad and looking rather unfriendly, but her frown and stern look turned into a half smile. the boy was nakid.
This would be her first time seeing a boy nakid, she didn't understand the big hullabalu about people being nakid...he looked rather nice. Turning she hopped down the slight pedeastool that she had been posing on and moved towards the kid.
"Don't think I know you, but I am known as Z." she started and introduced herself to him, unawares she was still wearing the skirt she had just tried on, it was...black with zippers for pockets and chains dangling from the belt loops, she had added the chains herself.
"You alone?" She asked now circling him, or more so being abit obvious that she was sizing him up, him and the wheel chair of course.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 10:39 pm
Like Reese would take notice of the...intimidating stares. Naive little thing had no idea what competition was, or what it felt like to be looked down upon by anyone. All of that seemed to bounce right off of him...especially when he had shiny things like zippers and chains and Zyan's pretty colored skin to make his eyes widen to the size of hubcaps.
"I'm Reeth..." his tone distant, a bit distracted at the moment. She had extra arms! Kinda. Well, close enough. They looked so cool, sticking out and moving whenever Zyan did. He'd follow the mantis girl's movements around him as best as he could, a quiet and gentle smile constant on his face.
"Alone?" he echoed, his ears registering only the last bit of the sentence. "Naw...Wilbur'th here too." Speaking of...where did Wilbur go? Reese took a moment to refocus his attention on the surrounding clothing wracks. The butler wasn't too far away, the little one finding him shuffling through for more shirts. Good, that gave more time to talk with his new friend!
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:27 pm
Zyanya gave a bit of a sarcastic grin as she caught him looked at her skirt and his gaze linger on her extra arms, she flexed them a bit, so that they moved. That should make the kid really impressed.
"Reeth?" She echoed moving so that she could lean over the back of the wheelchair and have her head nearly resting on the boys shoulder. "Cute name." She whispered not wanting to blast the kids ears out. She looked up catching sight of Wilbur and stuck out her tongue.
"He looks boring...want to come with me?" she asked shifting so that she could look at Reeth, she truely thought that was his name, and offered a smile to go along with her depthless pale green eyes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 9:42 pm
If Reese's eyes could have popped when Zyan flexed her arms, she would have found herself covered in eye goo...but they couldn't, and she wouldn't, because instead his pupils just dilated a little bit more in interest.
That was so cool!!!
Little innocent goosebumps tickled his arms as Zyan whispered against his ear, making him squirm and giggle in his seat. His head whipped around, trying to follow her. She was fast, this Z girl.
"Ok!" he chirped, hands already on the wheels of his chair. "Where we goin'?" Yeah. Wilbur was nice, but Z was right. How boring! This was gonna be a lot more fun!
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 9:49 pm
Not really expecting the kid to agree so readily she backed off some looking at him blankly before recovering quickly. "We shall get you some ice cream of course, you like icecream right?" she asked as she moved away from him and back towards teh changing rooms.
"First i need to change out of this and then we can go." she said with a awave of her hand and then dissapeared behind a curtian. She gave herself a quiet laugh as she quickly stepped out of the skirt changed back into her original outfit and then stepped out. She was going to buy the chains at least, she liked them.
"Let me pay." she continued as she then walked past him and went to the counter, were money was exchanged and two new chains were now attatched to her skirt. This skirt was in poor shape. All torn like it had been hand-me downs for 100 years though really it was only a couple of months old. She was hard on her clothes for sure.
"Lets go kid." she said as she flashed him a smile and then headed out the door.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:37 pm
Reese swiveled back and forth in his wheelchair, waiting for Zyan. Once she was out of the room, he followed her across to the cashier. It was tough going...the weird carpet made it hard for him to wheel himself, but he managed. With a big smile towards the cashier lady, Reese was all set to roll himself out the door after Z. Ice cream was good! And new friends were good too!
"Reese!" Wilbur came charging after him, a hand placed squarely on one of the hand grips and not letting go. "What...Young Sir, where??" The older man was speechless. Somewhere along the line he had noticed the missing child, and now could only stare as Reese was found again.
"We were going to get ith cream!" Clueless, Reese could only be happy that Wilbur was going to come along too!
"We? We who?" Wilbur said, exasperated...his mind automatically thinking child predator.
"Me and Thee!" And a webbed hand pointed out the door at the praying mantis girl. "Thee! Thay hi!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:46 pm
Psh. The adult had caught them, time for the charm. Zyan put on her sweetest smile, though her large pale eyes, rather menacing looking side legs often made her look more scary than anything.
"Sorry sir, but it isn't far. I thought I would treat young...Reeth..er Reese to some icecream." She said with a tone that was like i am sorry for real though perhaps pushed a bit too much. She dug her toe in the ground as if ashamed of herself and hoped teh stupid butler would buy it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:57 pm
Wilbur wasn't stupid, but more importantly he was biased. One look at the chains and tears that tattered Zyan's skirt and shirt, and to him every word she spoke stank of "no good."
But Zyan was not his charge...and God help whoever it was that had to put up with that bundle of trouble.
"The Young Sir should know better than to go off without an adult," Wilbur calmly explained, turning a very disapproving eye upon the seahorse boy.
Meanwhile, Reese finally got somewhat of a clue. Wilbur was not happy...perhaps even down right mad. It made his little mouth droop, his tail curling shyly against the footrest of the wheelchair.
"Thorry" was all Reese could mutter, his fingers idly moving across the silver spokes of his wheelchair. He glanced up at Zyan...hoping she wouldn't be angry that they couldn't go get ice cream today.
"Thorry Thee."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 12:04 am
Zyan looked annoyed for a brief moment. "Alone? Without an adult? piffle, my mother is in the food court right now, the the icecream vendor is basically right there. If you may I can introduce you to my dear mother whilst Reese and I have a little icecream."
Her tone exlpained her annoyance, she didn't like having things not go her way, and though she originally meant to tease the poor boy she now just wanted the kid to have soem freedom from this stingy old man.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:14 pm
No child used the words "piffle" and "whilst" seriously, or called their mother "dear" and actually meant it. Wilbur's eyes twitched to the slightest narrow, starting to turn the wheelchair away from the young girl named Z.
"Then it would be best if you returned to your dear mother," he tried in the calmest tone possible, but it still came out with a bite of anger.
"Willbuur," Reese muttered, somewhere between a whine and a whimper. "Thee's mah friend...pleeth?" His round eyes pleaded up at the butler, something not quite like a pout on his lips as he nudged Wilbur's leg with an elbow. He didn't want to go home yet...and besides, going back would mean having to try on clothes.
Wilbur looked down at the young boy, his gaze softening for a brief moment before he glanced back at Zyan with definite distrust. Well...if he stayed with them, what trouble could they get into?
"A small cone," he said warily, turning the wheelchair around. "I know your father won't appreciate another upset stomach on your part."
"Yay!" the young boy cheered, smiling brightly at the mantis without any lingering sadness from before. "Let'th go!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:43 pm
Annoyed that the old man was coming she tried to put it out of her mind. If anything she would act as if he wasn't there at all.
"Hey Reese, waht do you like to do for fun?" she asked as she went to place a hand on the arm rest of his wheelchair. More to have a firmer control, didn't want this 'Wilbur' character suddenly changing his mind and running off.
But her attitude showed through clearly, I don't like you old man, so your not really here.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:36 pm
Zyanya's attitude suited Wilbur just fine; he could watch them without actually having to butt in and ruin Reese's fun. He'd merely watch where they were going as they made their way to the food court.
"Hmm," Reese hummed quietly, his face scrunched up and air puffing out his cheeks. That was a good question, as he liked to do a lot of things for fun. Like go places with Poppa, and play games on Edge's laptop, and learn things like how to spell his name and count and read. He liked to help Wilbur mix things while he was cooking...
Actually, hadn't Poppa mentioned that Reese was a very active child? The memory made Reese's face light up.
"I like to be active," he said very gleefully, his tail curling happily around the footrest. Above him, Reese heard Wilbur chuckle...and when he glanced up, he playfully stuck his tongue out. "I do!"
"Do you like being active, Z?" His attention once again on the pretty pretty multicolored girl.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 10:08 pm
Zyanya raised an eyebrow not expecting that as an answer and was hoping for a bit more specific idea of what this kid liked to do.
As to his question she gave a small laugh and looked the kid in the eyes. "Guess you could say that. I tend to save my energy though, just in case if something happens. I am a praying mantis you know, and we tend to only move fast if necessary."
Then it struck her, she wasn't sure what this kid was at all. LIke ter he had no legs, unlike the snake child this kid needed a wheelchair to get around..odd.
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