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Post by Ominous Bells on Dec 9, 2010 19:50:54 GMT -5
Sydney hurried down the stairs jingling as she did. She was decked out in Christmas attire. She wore a necklace made out of strings and bells over a hideous red Christmas sweater that made some people want to barf, but she liked its ugliness. She wore green skinny jeans to go with her ugly sweater and wore Santa socks. On her head she had reindeer antlers that also had bells on and she had taken the time to weave tinsel into her hair while she was bored. On top of all of this festive clothing she had garland wrapped around her. Starting at her right shoulder and ending around her left ankle, "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT. Except the fugly walls,"She added glaring at the walls before skipping cheerfully off to the couch where she stretched out and took all of the room.
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Post by Lovely Masochist on Dec 11, 2010 21:52:25 GMT -5
Tobias had glanced up from the television when Sydney walked in, pulling a face at the particularly tasteless jumper she was wearing. He glanced at the clock when she said 'to all a goodnight' and saw that Rodolph wasn't even going to be off until a little after eight. He shifted Tasia on his lap a bit so that he could get in a better position to speak to Syd, trying his best to muffle a yawn. "Its too early for that," he complained, taking Tasia's polaroid camera from her so he could snap a photo of Sydney. "Tasia, tell Ney she looks like poo," he snickered, handing her the photo so she could get a good look at it.
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Post by Nyxlock on Dec 11, 2010 22:09:35 GMT -5
Tasia stared at the television, her arms wrapped around her polaroid camera as if it was a teddy bear. She was so fantasied by the old Christmas movie that she didn't notice the ringing of the bells Sydney wore as she walked into the room. It wasn't until she shouted that her focus was broken. "Ney!" She squealed, turning her head so fast it was a wonder she didn't get whiplash or break her neck somehow. She made a sound of protest when Tobias took her camera from her. "She doesn't look like poo." She told Tobias as she poked the sweater Sydney wore in the picture held before her. "Its just your eyes. You're getting old, maybe you should get some classes." She said as she made two circles of her thumbs and index fingers then held them up to her eyes, the tips of her fingers all touching.
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Post by Lovely Masochist on Dec 11, 2010 23:11:29 GMT -5
Tobias couldn't help grinning at Tasia's excitement when she finally noticed Sydney, which was doubled when she shouted her name with glee. "My eyes are perfect, Tasia. Maybe its your eyes that need to be checked out. They are still developing, after all," he teased, poking her nose when she mimed wearing glasses at him. "And I'm not old. I'm only twenty-one," he told her, which was true, if you counted how old he was when he was changed. "Yeah, I can see it now, we'll go have our eyes checked together and wear thick nerd glasses and make it look kewl. Ney can be left out," he teased, winking at his girlfriend.
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Post by Nyxlock on Dec 12, 2010 17:20:13 GMT -5
(O.o I swear, I replied to this last night)
"No they're not. You can't have perfect eyes because you're old and old people need glasses." Tasia said, trying to snap at Tobias's hand when he poked her nose, tilting her head down as she tried to angle it so his hand was near her mouth. "You are too old! Twenty-one! That is old!" Tasia said, counting slowly on her fingers to show just old Tobias was. "Seeee? Twenty-one is old; you're old!" She nodded, turning back to Sydney to poke her tongue out at her. "Na na na ana! Hear that? You and your gross sweater can't share the glasses."
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Post by Ominous Bells on Dec 13, 2010 18:32:18 GMT -5
Sydney listened to their conversation her facial expression changing from grins to frowns rather quickly, "Tasia is right you need glass, but I don't want you two having cool nerdy glasses without me," She said with a small pout, "And my sweater is not ugly its um...classy? Vintage! Its vintage! And you just have no sense of taste!" She told Tobi skipping over to join them on the couch, or better yet jingling on over to them as her bells rung as she skipped.
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Post by Lovely Masochist on Dec 13, 2010 23:44:52 GMT -5
Tobias shook his head at Tasia, his silent denial to her claim that he was elderly. "Nooo. Old would be if we used my hands, your hands, and Sydvicious' hands together and ran out of fingers to count on. I still fit the category. As for you," he grinned at her, clasping her little hands in his, "You're still a baby until you run out of fingers to count your age," he teased. He watched Syd's expression, not at all feeling entitled to apologise because what he had said was in jest, and if she interpreted it any other way, that was her fault. "Fiiiiiine, you can come with us. Just don't bring that narsty thing you're calling a jumper with you," he relented, shrugging his shoulders indifferently when she told him he had no taste. "Hey, I manage to dress myself okay, what you put on has nothing to do with me!" he defended himself, grinning when she skipped over to them as noisiliy as she could.
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Post by Nyxlock on Dec 13, 2010 23:59:58 GMT -5
Tasia shook her head furiously, much like Tobias had a moment ago. "No, I'm not a baby. Yes, you're old." She argued, looking up at Sydney when she came over to join them on the couch, hugging her arm as she pulled her 'adoptive' mother closer. "Isn't Tobias old? He's older than you, right? Then he is old and he is a liar!" She cried out indulgently. "He's also bossy," She added in a stage whisper, though she knew well enough that he was just old; not deaf, so he most likely heard her added comment.
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Post by ShyaRose on Dec 31, 2010 0:57:21 GMT -5
"OHMYGOODNESS, I FOUND MY PINKIE FINGER." Shya shrieked, as she sat idle on the couch.
(( I'm alive :3 ))
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Post by Apple on Jan 2, 2011 21:05:58 GMT -5
Jesme was sneaking down the hall to the family room, trying to be all ninja like and not be seen. She still had the baseball cap on. She was on a mission at the moment to find Merik, thinking maybe he could help her and maybe even fix up her hair a bit to make it look nicer. She peaked her head into the living room and looked around to see if Merik was inside. She smiled when she saw him on one of the couches and walked into the room.
She walked over to the couch that he was laying on and found him snuggling with a fluffy pillow, which made her giggle a bit, but she quickly stifled it with a hand. After a brief moment she then put her hand down since she had stopped giggling. "o.O Uh, sorry to interrupt you and the pillow Merik, but I kinda need your help with something," she said a bit nervously, not really wanting to show him her hair, but she'd have to in order to fix it.
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Post by Lovely Masochist on Jan 2, 2011 21:43:26 GMT -5
Merik jerked himself awake from his dozing state when he heard Jesme's teasing, and he quickly sat up, blinking away the bleariness that fogs eyesight when in transition from awake/sleep or sleep/awake. "Hm? Wha-?" he asked, his head turning in one direction and then the next before his gaze centered on Jesme. "I didn't know you were a Chicago fan, Jez," he commented when he saw her in the ballcap, then slumped back against the sofa again, stifling his yawn against the pillow she had caught him snuggling up to.
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Post by Apple on Jan 2, 2011 22:14:02 GMT -5
Jesme couldn't help but giggle again at Merik when she had apparently woken him up and shrugged at his observation. "Eh, I kinda needed a hat to wear and it was the only one I had lying around." She then bit her lip and played with her fingers slightly before asking Merik her question. "Something sorta happened and well, um...I need some help with fixing my hair," she said, working up the courage to finally take off the baseball cap after speaking.
She looked around the room quickly, making sure they were alone, before she pulled the cap off and her head slowly and her chopped/cut hair that fell to just above her shoulders fell down from the cap. She didn't even dare look to the side to look at it and kept looking at Merik. "Think you might be able to help?"
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Post by Lovely Masochist on Jan 2, 2011 22:20:38 GMT -5
Merik sat up again when Jesme started with 'something sorta happened', more alert because she had made to seek him out to ask for something. He didn't want to appear tired when doing his duty. Fortunately, it was only about her hair, and he sighed slightly in relief. "Sure I can help you," he agreed, eyes widening when he saw the extent of damage that was done. He thought highly of his own hair, so he could understand her distress. Shoving himself up off of the couch, he readjusted his clothing so it wasn't twisted around him from sleeping, he motioned for her to follow him upstairs to the turret room he shared with Eva.
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Post by Apple on Jan 4, 2011 0:25:47 GMT -5
Jesme was curled up on the couch in the family room reading her book, dressed in rather comfty clothing which consisted of a pair of sweats, a pair of fuzzy socks, and a tank-top. She looked up at the television for a moment before going back to her book. Before she started reading her book again though she thought she some movement from under the television table and did a double-take. When she didn't see anything she simply shrugged and went back to her reading, humming a slight tune as she did so.
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Post by Lovely Masochist on Jan 4, 2011 0:41:16 GMT -5
Ira settled himself in a dark corner, blinking his red, orb-like eyes as he tucked his wings in at his sides. He had an itch on his ear that he couldn't reach, but that didn't stop him from trying to get to it by ducking his head and flailing one wing awkwardly. Pleased that he had accomplished his task, he froze when he saw a woman staring in his direction. He ducked even further into the corner before he remembered that he didn't need to hide himself anymore, at least not in the castle since it was apparently crawling with people similar to himself. Similar, not the same. When the girl had gone back to reading, he decided to drop the bat form, and a moment later, he was sitting casually, cross-legged, under the television set, eyes aglow with the reflection of light he was working so thoroughly to avoid.
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