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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 4:24 pm
Wet.
Puddle.
Mud.
Glee.
It was difficult to be a rabbit because you could only think in one-word sentences. The fact was, rainy puddles splash glee run happy skip didn't quite cut it when you were dealing with fully sentient beings.
Which meant that trying to get his lump of an owner to get out from under the tree was not productive.
Not productive at all.
"Stop it, Mr. Hoppo. That's gross." Gilles said, reclining against the tree. He had to use his umbrella even though it wasn't sunny outside. It was raining - gross, yucky. Wet. Water. Mud. And not only that, but he was sitting down, and the water was slowly leaking into his pants. He glanced around the park. It was completely deserted (who'd go to a park when it was raining, anyway?) but he stayed there. Something told him to.
Besides, it was raining.
And Mr. Hoppo thought: Splash!
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:26 pm
Who was going to a park when it was raining? Why, Papree and Seraphim (complete with man-b***h Ren!), that's who!
"Rain," Papree remarked, staring out at the park. She held her hand outside the umbrella Ren was holding, feeling the drops pattering against her skin.
"Papree, you're going to get wet-" Ren began before Seraphim cut him off. "Nonesense! Being wet is good for a growing child! Feel free to take off your clothes and run around naked if you wish, just remember where you put your clothes. Here's your umbrella," a realistic plastic duck handle was shoved in Papree's face, "Ren and I will be by the lake. Ignore any screams or high-pitched girlish screaming done by a man." She flipped up Papree's bright yellow raincoat hood up. Ren stood by, blinking, uncertain what he'd just heard. "Did you just tell her to ignore-"
Seraphim ignored him and pushed him towards the lake. "To the lake, man-slave!" she cried, pushing Ren away. "But..." Ren's protests faded away.
Papree watched silently as the two of them faded in the drizzling rain, then turned to stare at the umbrella she had in her hand.
The duck handle stared back.
Papree stared some more.
The duck handle stared back.
"Quack," she commanded her handle.
The duck remained silent.
Annoyed, Papree flung the umbrella as hard as she could towards a tree, hoping that would make the duck quack.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 3:50 pm
Thunk.
Gilles paused. Rain didn't thunk. He glanced down at the object currently residing against his hip, and decided that umbrellas could definitely thunk, especially if they were thrown against a tree. Mr. Hoppo sniffed the umbrella delicately, and then looked up at his owner. Gilles sighed. He picked it up delicately, holding the duck's head between his thumb and forefinger, and threw it across the park.
You know, just to see what happened.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 10:53 am
Papree had turned her back in disgust at the disobedient handle. She stared off in the direction of the lake, vaguely guessing at what sort of games Seraphim and Ren would be playing when she heard a wet thud and something gently rolling against her ankles.
It was the thrown-away umbrella.
Well, this was interesting. Picking up the umbrella again, she stared at it for half a minute before chucking it at the tree again. This time she didn't turn around, curious to see the Magical Self-Throwing Umbrella work.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 1:23 pm
Thunk.
Gilles sighed and picked up the umbrella, twirling it around and around. Why was it coming back? He didn't want it! He stood up, picked up Mr. Hoppo, and marched towards where he thought the umbrella had come from. "Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet... He muttered under his breath...
What was this?
A girl.
Oh.
"Hi." He said, for lack of something better to say. He was painfully aware of how bizarre he must look, carrying an umbrella with a duck face on it, holding Mr. Hoppo and another umbrella...not to mention the whole floating blue hair thing. "Is this your umbrella?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:26 pm
Papree was, admittedly, somewhat disappointed that the umbrella had not sprouted legs and waddled over. However, her disappointed was overcome by curiosity about the boy that appeared instead, asking if the umbrella was hers.
There was a long, drawn out silence as Papree contemplated the pearls of wisdom she'd picked up from Seraphim, one of them being "DENY EVERYTHING."
"No," she answered firmly. This might have been more believable had not the bottom of her raincoat and the umbrella surface not been decorated with a hand-painted purple duck that was breathing fire.
HOWEVER, there is more pressing issues at hand that Papree must address! "Your head is on fire," she told him gravely, pointing a finger at said hair.
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