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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 10:54 pm
It had been, more or less, a very nice day. Sure, the weather was a beaming warm day with a slight breeze just enough to cool you off, but more than that, Maxem had finally broken in her new corset from Grete. Certainly, that was a cause for celebration, and the natural redhead had decided to go a shoulder length blonde for the day. The convenience of wigs never ceased to amaze Maxem, and watching people who would normally avoid her (for fear of getting explosives up their bums) were whistling as they failed to recognize the feisty redhead.
Maybe being blonde for a day had an impression on her psyche as well. Rather than toiling all day on her explosives or trying to dissect their air conditioning in the trailer, a casual stroll through the now fairly familiar campground seemed more fulfilling. Even caving into her urge to sing, a quiet and off-key melody was trilling out from the little songbird of a girl. Occasionally, the song would dip near inaudible as she had forgotten words, later gaining strength and momentum as familiar parts would pop into her brain.
Being all dolled up was more than enough to cause her to meander at a slow pace; she wanted to show off as much as possible before having to go back to work. The sun felt good, the stares felt good, the silk felt good; there was no need to rush, it would be a fine day, and work could be put off until tomorrow. Or the next day, depending on if the corset still felt to wonderful against Maxem’s skin.
Yes, today would be a good day; she could feel it even to her bones.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 11:15 pm
"So Ein Mist!" Dieter kept muttering under his breath as he obsessively rubbed his nose. He was trying so hard to avoid shoving the finger in to dig for gold. His eye twitched as every now and then it went cross eyed, trying to figure out what in the world could possibly be so evil as to settle itself in there in such a manner. He gave in. His large pointer shoved in there, picking at it. It was disgusting. Dirt. Covered in boogers. He flung it aside and kept moving.
He was sporting an old military jacket that he had ransacked from a corpse he came across. There were a few holes here and there, mostly from him ripping off patches and any sort of real identification on them. Not because he didn't want people to know he had stolen it, but because it disgusted him to see such symbols.
His eyes darted back and forth as he walked around, nodding his head to great every passer by until he spotted a fine young lady walking his way. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide and with a grin.
"Guten Tag, schöne frau." His eyebrows wiggled slightly. This was the fun in knowing another language.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 11:29 pm
After darting to attention at another male voice (Which clearly must have been to her, seeing as she felt oh-so-pretty and that no one could have eyes for anyone for her), she realized that she had no idea what he had said.
‘The hell was this? Maxem stared at the man as she wondered if she was the only person in the Cirque who spoke English. Just English. Apparently so. But, just as in the case with Phillipe, she put on a happy face and tried to compensate for her ignorance.
“Ah, uhm..”
Yea, stuttering. That was a good way to sound cultured.
“Good day.” Her face was of some kind of confusion and shock as she nodded her greeting. Her face had turned rosy with both embarrassment and the usual fluster that happened whenever she happened to find a man; particularly a pretty one. “Well, now. I don’t want to be a pill, but I have to say that I’m… Not familiar with your dialect,” Hooboy, she was trying to make herself sound far more intelligent and it simple wasn’t working, “So Uhm.. If we could carry on in English… I’d be more than obliged.”
Realizing her assumption, she stopped herself flat. Why did she always make a fool of herself?! “Oh. Sorry, that was rude of me. I mean, assuming you can. If you can’t…” A small gulp did little to make her look confident, “I’m sure I’ll find some way to carry on.”
And now she was accusing him of not speaking English!? Why, oh why, could she just not learn to shut up? It seemed, now more than ever, she would have to learn to act around people; she was doing far more offending than befriending in these scenarios.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 11:43 pm
He chuckled at her response and smiled as he made her blush. "I am sorry, it's silly for me to assume that everyone speaks German." He said, bowing. Of course he didn't actually believe that. But he didn't want to make her feel exceptionally uncomfortable either.
"I simply said good day." Pretty Girl. Oh, he was a sly one indeed. He was partially tempted to reach out and pinch her cheek lightly and playfully but he figured it to be inappropriate.
And that brief moment passed. He reached out, his large hand (not that hand), lightly brushed against her cheek as he pinched it lightly.
"I am not from around here. Sometimes I just slip into my own language. It happens, ya?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:40 pm
She smirked, her face slightly contorted from the pinch. With that, her own hand reached up, (going onto her tippy toes), and pinched onto his face with a gentle tug. “Well then we’re even. I’m always in my own language.”
Turning on her heel, (partially just to watch as the sun glimmered off of the embroidery of her new corset, and partially to avoid any pinching that may have come about from her retaliation) she was practically beaming. Her face was still lightly brushed with pink, but her smile gave an inkling of her overflowing confidence.
“So either I live under a rock, or you’re new. Which is it?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:49 pm
He cocked his head to the side, watching her twirl. My, my. It was so easy for his mind to wander. A little perverse smile began to creep onto his face until he heard her voice, quickly breaking it.
"Ah. Er. Hm. Maybe it's you who's been living under der rock?" The expression on his face was similar to that of a child who hoped dearly they had just gotten away with doing something bad.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 8:27 pm
Biting the inside of her cheek that made her lip pout out in just a way, Maxem tried once more to remember him before admitting she totally lived under a rock. Well, there was no luck, so she must clearly be a hermit.
“I suppose you must be right. Ahaha, I really don’t do much but work and spend time with Grete.”
Thinking over this a bit more, it was more than a good situation so flirt; and between work and Grete, Maxem felt she had a desire, nay, an obligation to flirt with any young man that may happen to be her way.
“Maybe you’ll be the knight to save me from my hermit lifestyle, eh?”
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 8:39 pm
"Grete!" Dieter seemed quite excited. "I know her! Nice little red dainty nightie." He said, grinning.
A Knight? Dieter had always been a man of chivalry (disregarding his perverse commentary and his apparent one track mind), but knighthood? Thats a bit of a new one.
"Maybe, I can join hermit lifestyle with you?" His eyebrows seemed to wiggle slightly like a worm doing a small little dance on his forehead.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 5:38 pm
Smiling, nay, grinning like a child in a candy shop when Dieter knew Grete, Maxem was having the time of her life! Pretty clothes, attractive men, good friends! It was a wonderful combination at the cirque!
She grinned even wider when he made such a flirtatious comment as he had; this guy really had something going for him, but Maxem couldn’t put her finger on it. It was probably just the fact that he was a young man anyway.
“Ohohoh! So I’ll have a partner in crime, will I? Oh, wait! If we’re hermits together, we can’t really call ourselves hermits, can we?”
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 12:38 pm
Oh no, there was a flaw in his reasoning. Hermits couldn't exactly be hermits together. If they were, they wouldn't really be much of a hermit, now would they? He tapped at his chin, pursing his lips.
"I'm supposin not!" He said grinning. "Perhaps we can make new class of hermits. Call them... Der Bitte bollern sie" He chuckled with such a perverse laugh. Oh, the wonders of being bi-lingual.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 12:38 pm
Her smile widened in ignorant bliss: regardless of what the German meant… What he had said regardless had been sweet! Her face was turning slightly redder, freckles hidden behind a dusting of red.
“Well… Actually, I’ve got trailer mates… So I guess I can’t go doing that.” Her eyes batted a bit, and her head titled slightly down, looking up in what hoped to be an innocent manner, “But if you’re on your own… Well, then there wouldn’t be problems.”
She had hoped to all things holy that the mean realized that she was just continuing the joke, but at the same time, she was trying her hardest to harvest out information. The last man she had gotten a crush on was living with another woman. She did not want to repeat the same mistakes.
She had to be more careful to stop annoying the wrong people. An ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure, or so she had heard.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 12:55 pm
Dieter didn't think there was any possible way for his grin to get wider, but it did. He liked the way this girl thought. His eyebrows twitched a little in excitement.
"I'm not completely by myself. But I am only man there! Just have company of little puppies." Calling them puppies always made the women gush. Of course, when they actually saw that they were full-sized wolves... the gushing usually stopped. But he was sure they could bare to spend a night outside. Or a few. Hopefully a few.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 1:03 pm
Her faced dared not dim to express her true feelings. Puppies… While men who had small animals generally didn’t need to prove themselves, something about animals always threw Maxem off. Probably their lack of self control, and the fact that despite your best effort to keep them from excreting, they did anyway. Dogs, in particular, because of their habit of slobbering.
Still, she had realized the most important bit of information: he was not scandalously living under the same roof as a woman he was not married to. While Maxem had come to realize that the standards for this Cirque were far below her owns as far as morals went, she never ceased to be amazed with some of the audacity (Grete included), that the women showed themselves. She herself liked the flaunt, but not to the extent that she had seen Grete and another, blond woman do.
Her eyes flicked up for another moment, before the woman sauntered over and playfully poked up at the Dieter’s shoulder. “Well, then, we can become… That big long German phrase… after all! This is good news!”
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:29 pm
He couldn't help but laugh. Dieter tried so hard to stifle it, but it was too powerful to control. There was a part of him that felt a bit of guilt, abusing his language like that. But hey, she did agree, right? People don't just go about signing contracts without reading the fine print.
"That sounds good! So very, very good!" He said, wiping a tear from his eye. There was no way he could truly take advantage of this without some sort of guilt.
"Maybe we should get to know each other better first before we start die bollern*."
*lolbollern=knockingboots
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