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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:11 pm
Pipicat walked through the grounds of the 'Happy' Home. They had told her that they would be keeping her there just long enough to determine her treatment was working. Pipicat grumbled, not sure if she wanted to be cured. Could these people really judge her love and say it wasn't right? Pipicat stuck out her tounge at nothign in particular, and how was this so called love potion supposed to cure her of love, or at least make her love the 'right' way? Pipicat admitted she was already feeling the effects of the love potion. People didn't seem like objects just in the way of things anymore and she was getting more and more aware of how peculiar other people saw her own brand of love.
Pipicat kicked a stone, she didn't want to think about the stupid Happy Home anymore, but she needed to learn her way around, hence the reason for her walk in the first place. Pipicat shook off her grubling attitude and decided to actually enjoy her walk. Ooh, look at those sexy chairs over there on the lawn. Pipicat made a beeline for the furniture and hummed to herself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:57 pm
Warning: Cursing.
Sitting amongst the chairs was she, Orisis. Clad in black and writing upon her bare arm. Random cuss works marked her arms, such as: b***h, slut, mother ******** and a few that were sprawled so tightly together they overlapped. The marker she used was quite larger, and was thick upon her skin. Stains also marked where washed off words were printed. She lent her head back, revealing her pale face and the rosy lips she had. Taking the marker, she moved to her cheek and wrote in large, script writing: Hate.
She was currently taking a love potion, to help her love others, and for others to love her. She despised it, really she did. The thing was pink, and hung out from the pocket upon her left leg, the chains upon her pants tangling around it. <********..." She muttered, removing the marker from her face and putting it away. She brought her hair up, having tangled the mass into strands of dreadlocks, many a colors. From red, to blue, to pink then to black. Mainly black though. Pulling the dreads up into a pony tail, she sighed. At least the strands did not get stuck in her piercings.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 3:31 pm
When Pipicat saw the darkly clad girl who looked like she coul maul her in a seconds notice, she instantly shied away. She snuck behind a tree and looked peeked out from behind it. The scary girl was in her way to the chairs! Pipicat dispared, indecicive if she should brave the girl or not. She looked down at her own clothes. They were all bright colors purposely mismatched and clashing. Her hair had never been dyed or cut in her life and her hat had paper cat ears taped onto it that were constantly falling off. Not exactly the kind of clothes the other girl was likely to react kindly to.
Pipicat squirmed behind the tree, unable to come to a decision. Then, she saw the potion. It was hanging out of the girl's poket and its bricht pink heart was like a beacon in the dark clothes of the girl. Pipicat grinned. So she must love things too! Just like her! Maybe the cussing she was writing on her arm was an exersise?
Pipicat gathered her courage and scuttled over to the chairs, sitting down next to the other girl. She was too shy to start a conversation herself but tried to discretely show the girl her identical love potion, in an effort to have the other girl start the conversation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 4:48 pm
Warning: Cursing.
With an small glance to the paper-cat-ear-wearing-mismatched-clothed-girl that sat beside her, she rose a single brow at her, careful to not make any sudden movements. She had heard the girl plop down beside her, the bright colors not passing in her view, more like leading her olive eyes to stare at the other. She sneered viciously, her lips curling back to reveal pearly whites, with small fangs, she had them sharpened before she was admitted. She yawned, forgetting the girl was there...
Her potion clinked against her chains and she growled softly, spotting it from the corner of her eye, then another. The girl had one too! Was she like her? Or a bubbling imbecile? She sighed, and thought of the second, her eyes rolling briefly.
"What the ********?" She snapped out, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits towards the other. She capped the lid to her Sharpie and hissed softly as she put it away in one of her many pockets. Then she tightened her hands into fists, her black nails curling in to press into her palms, as if wanting to break the skin. And boy did she want to.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 6:32 pm
Pipicat startled at the girls sudden out burst and violent reaction. "Uh, uh, um, I saw that you had another one of those potion things and I uh," Pipicat stammered and attempted to find something to say. Her eyes flew to the Hate scrawled onto her cheek. "So you're into pens then?!" The words came tumbling out before Pipicat could stop them. She could see this girl was definately not going to be someone she would enjoy, in any shape or form.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:44 pm
Warning: Cursing.
Without even caring, or noticing, she maneuvered herself to stare at the brightly colored woman, her brow raised up at the other in question. Her black fingers uncurled, and curled about the back of the chair, tapping against it. A single brow went up once more, the black make-up was dark 'round her eyes and boy, did her eyes show her brief interest, then faded back to dull olive.
"Yes, only thing I can have. For they took away my pins.." She muttered softly, then poked gently at the paper ears. "And these?" She was curious as to why the girl wore them, and so she asked.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:32 pm
Pipicat nodded as if she shared the sentiment. "They only let me keep a little of my stuff. They said my otherself would not lend itself to a healing enviorment for my issues. How can loving be an issue?" she pouted at the thought of all the stuff she left at home. She squirmed away as Orisis poked at her paper ears reaching up to make sure they had stayed on. She smoothed out their frayed edges and fell silent for a second, debating wether to tell Orisis the real reason she had them all.
"Well I usually tell people it's 'cause my name's Pipicat, not that I picked it, and it makes me feel like I fit my name better. It's not the truth however, but I'm sure you will understand!" she bit her lip momentarily, "I'm not sure if I'm comfortable discussing this around the chairs. They might get jealous." She reached up and touched one of her ears gingerly, as if it comforted her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 5:29 pm
Warning: cursing.
To say she was amused would be an understatement she was absolutely delighted as if Pipicat was soemthign that truly a thing to laugh at. But the chairs? jealous? She smirked slightly, her lips curling briefly as she held back her laughter. it would only cause things to get worse. She got up, swinging her legs so she straddled the seat of the chair, the back of the chair was pressed tightly to her breast, and she purred.
"Really? And why would such a handsom thing as this chair be jealous?" She cooed out softly, "with such beautiful people as us sitting on them?" Sarcasm laced her entire word, her mouth barely moving, and her head tilted in such a way that one would think she was seducing the girl, but she wasn't. She was gazing up through her lashes at such an intensity, one would think she tended to get out of hand.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:35 pm
Pipicat seemed oblivious to Orisis almost-seduction and continued on their conversation. "If you had a beautiful person sitting on you and they started talking about someone even more beautiful than you, wouldn't you be jealous?" Pipicat asked. "I came over here to see these chairs and yet they find me ignoring them and talking of other things," Pipicat's voice lowered and her voice became almost a purr, "Talking of former lovers shouldn't be done with potiontal ones." Pipicat looked up at Orisis in much the manner Orisis had looked at her but her intensity was focused not on Orisis, but on something of the past.
Suddenly Pipicat snapped up blushing. "Umm, sorry about that. Umm, yes, I'd feel more comfortable somewhere else to talk of... things," she said rather ungracefully. She stood up and pointed towards a tree on the green lawn, "I'm going to move over there if you'd like to move also. I'm not in the mood for chairs anymore." She stood up, snatched her love potion up again, and started moving towards where she pointed, glancing back at Orisis. "You coming?" she asked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 1:24 pm
Warning: Cursing.
Giggling came from her lips as she got up, and straightened out her clothing consisting of her black-lace corset top, that closed tightly about her waist and pinched in to make an hour glass figure, and her breasts were vamped up pretty high too. Her pants covered in chains, pockets and spikes, along with a patch of cloth that looked like a skull. Her chains jingled and jangled as she walked towards Pipicat, her potion thumping against her left leg as she moved. Her dreads bounced slightly, for they were still in the ponytail, and her necklaces were hung low, plenty of chains. They jingled too.
"Oh, lovers? Really? Can't really say I've been through that experience, and finding new ones? I only had one, myself. Why share with disgusting fools that only want you for your body? Even one as sexy as that chair, my, my." Sarcasm laced her words once more, as she moved beside Pipicat, following the girl. "Yes, I'm following." She purred softly, batting her long, black lashes as she did so. They weren't real obviously, for the long lashes were about five times longer then regular lashes. They were the plastic black ones, that are used to make one more beautiful. She was obsessed with them.
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