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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Feb 4, 2011 21:03:42 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique hitched the bag higher on her shoulders and looked down at her shoes, scraping her foot in the dirt.
“Well…” she began, then stopped. Well, what? What was she going to say? To kill time, and also to keep from having to say anything, she scraped circles in the soil beside the black top, dragging the toe of her sneaker around and around.
“I’m going to the woods,” Angelique whispered. “So I can read. And draw. Without people trying to talk to me. I don’t like to talk.”
She bit her lip; what if some of her pencils had broken? She didn’t have a sharpener, and what if they were actually, honest-to-goodness broken, as in snapped in half?
“And. And I like to run.”
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Post by hatcher on Feb 5, 2011 4:39:02 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- Dewey listened carefully, both because it was good manners to pay attention when someone was speaking, and because if he didn't he wouldn't hear what she had said anyway, and was slightly taken aback by Angelique's words. She didn't like to talk? And look at what Dewey had been doing for the past couple of minutes! Talking away at her as if she was someone who didn't mind talking! She must have been in great pain all this time, he realised. Immediately he felt guilty.
"I'm sorry!" He said, and clamped a large hand over his mouth. Of course, the hand he used was the one he had been grasping the ball with, so once more it bounced away from him. All he could do was look longingly after it as it made its escape.
Dewey then looked back to Angelique, and said something that was muffled by his hand, though it sounded sincere, whatever it was. He took a couple of steps back, in the direction of the Academy building. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at it, and said that he'd just go back and leave her alone then. Though it sounded explicitly like he was saying
"Mmf mf mmf mmmf mf mmf. Mmf mmf mf, mf mf."
It would be a lot easier, he considered, if he could just tell her this, but he had already put her through the pains of a conversation for a few minutes, and didn't want to enforce any more suffering on her than was absolutely necessary.
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HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 270 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: - Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: Mmf mf mmmf mmf. |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Feb 6, 2011 14:33:13 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
“It’s no problem,” whispered Angelique, scratching absentmindedly at her arm. “Really, I don’t mind too much…” She watched as Dewey clamped his hand over his mouth and said…something. Angelique blinked. What...why was he doing that? Was he trying not to talk? He was one truly odd boy.
Angelique slowly shook her head. “I-I’m sorry,” she said, “But I can’t understand what you’re saying…do you want me to leave now?”
NOTES: *still feeling guilty*
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Post by hatcher on Feb 6, 2011 16:15:40 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- Dewey was quite confused by Angelique's response. He was, he had thought, being entirely obvious in his signals. He stopped muffling and moving backward to instead stand and look at her, and the effect was that they stared at each other for a moment, neither one quite understanding the other.
Dewey then realised that it was up to him to clear the confusion. He removed his hand reluctantly.
"No; I wasn't talking." He explained, "Because you said you didn't like to talk, and then I said I would go back to school so you could be on your own, so that no-one will talk to you."
Perhaps, later, he would practise speaking through his hand. It seemed he wasn't very good at it, and he supposed it would be a useful skill to have.
"Or!" He exclaimed suddenly, as another idea, one of those rare ones that were able to penetrate his thick skull, popped into his head. "I could stand and guard!" He went on, "And make sure that no-one talks to you when you are doing your drawings! I'll bet I make a good guard, because I'm awful tall. That's what people said to me before. They say 'Dewey, you're awful tall!', and I say 'Yes, I am'."
His little tangent trailed off into nothing, and the looming teenager was left wondering what it was he was talking about. By his expression, he managed to recall it, and looked to Angelique for her response.
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HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 273 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: - Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: - |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Feb 12, 2011 16:45:39 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique twisted her hands together, picking at the skin on the back of her knuckles. “No, really, it’s alright,” she said softly. “You don’t have to go anywhere.” She winced as the skin on her right tore particularly painfully, drawing a small spot of blood. It was a bad habit, and she’d meant to stop it, but it was a comfort thing and Angelique was almost always uncomfortable.
Angelique looked up at Dewey, who was, as he said, awfully tall. “Yes, you are,” she agreed. “I…that would be nice, I guess. Thank you.” She tried a smile, but it was a very small smile, and not a very good one either.
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Post by hatcher on Feb 13, 2011 6:11:21 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- Angelique gave her first real attempt at a smile since they had met, though it was a feeble one. It was strange for a person not to smile so much, unless they were grumpy, and nothing that the girl had said - apart from that she didn't like talking - made Dewey think that she was a grumpy character. He couldn't quite figure her out. From his experience, people tended to fit into categories. You had the friendly people and the mean people, and within the latter group you had the grumpies and the angries. Angelique didn't seem friendly, but she certainly wasn't mean. It was all very confusing.
"Okay!" Dewey said, thrilled that they had come to an agreement. "Let's go!" and began to march down the court in the direction of the woods, since that was where she said she liked to draw. He wasn't sure how far in they were meant to go, or if there was a specific place in the cluttering of trees that was meant for drawing in. He trusted Angelique to lead the way.
"What are you going to draw?" He enquired innocently as he went, more out of curiosity than of a desire to keep the conversation alive.
-*-*-*- I wish you were HERE to
HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 210 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: - Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: - |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Feb 15, 2011 18:45:00 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique was about to sling her bag off of her back when Dewey headed for the woods. She hoisted it higher on her shoulders again and went after him, running a little to catch up with his long strides.
As they passed into the woods, Angelique unconsciously headed for her favorite spot: a giant old tree with thick, gnarled roots perfect for sitting on. Outwardly, it showed no signs that anyone ever used it, but it was like a second home to her.
“I…” she said in answer to Dewey’s question. “Well, I…don’t actually know. Um, yet. I usually, uh, don’t.” She pushed aside a low-hanging branch to avoid having to talk anymore, and stepped into the clearing that held her tree.
Angelique walked over to it and situated herself into the most comfortable spot; a natural seat made by two criss-crossing roots. She pulled novel and sketchbook and pencils—none of them were broken, thank gods—out of her bag and set down the drawing supplies on top of the bag, opening the novel to her bookmark.
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Post by hatcher on Feb 16, 2011 12:18:04 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- As they journeyed into the woods, Dewey stared around himself, looking up at the canopy of golden brown leaves overhead that were showing definite signs of thinning for the winter, and at the thick, gnarled tree trunks that stretched up into the air like towering giants. It was a rare sensation for Dewey to feel dwarfed. He felt like he was in wonderland, and had become, for once in his life, extremely small.
Staring at his surroundings, he walked straight into two trees along the way, but any branches that crossed his path broke like thin twigs if he didn't avoid them. He wondered, idly, if he could lift up a tree like one of these ones. That led to him pondering about what, exactly, there was under a tree. If ever there was a place for bad things to hide, he suspected it was under a tree. Nobody ever went there, after all. Nobody that he knew.
So involved was he in his thoughts that he carried on walking by when Angelique settled down in her selected spot. When he did notice that he was suddenly alone, his first thought was that he had failed miserably as a guard, and something evil from under a tree had reached out with spindly arm and clawed hand and plucked her away. Luckily, he kept his head, and backtracked his path, and soon found the girl, quite safe, sat at the base of a tree. He debated warning her not to sit so close to the underside of a tree, as they didn't know what was down there, but decided that she, being smarter than him, knew what was best.
He stood looking at her for a second or two, as she flicked to a page in a book. He was confused. Didn't she come out here to draw? Was she going to draw the words from the book? That didn't sound like a very interesting thing to draw.
He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing, but stopped himself before words came out, remembering what she had told him: that she didn't like to talk. He nodded to himself, a dutiful movement, and, with the look of someone setting out to accomplish something, he went and stood directly in front of where she was sitting, then turned around to face the other way. He placed his hands on his hips defiantly and scowled at the woods in front of him. Nobody was going to interrupt Angelique now, not while he was on the job. Even if she was reading, instead of drawing.
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HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 434 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: - Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless shirt, sneakers Notes: - |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Feb 21, 2011 11:16:55 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
It was a little distracting, to have Dewey standing right there in front of her, but Angelique was soon absorbed in the book. It wasn’t very original, as far as she was concerned, but it was the last book in the series and, even though she was ninety percent certain she already knew how it was going to end, she hated not finishing things she’d started.
At a chapter break, inspiration hit—that werecat kid and the witch lady were just about the only original things in the book, so why didn’t she draw them. Flipping to a description in the book, she carefully propped it open with a couple of rock and grabbed her sketchpad. Flipping to a clean page, Angelique grabbed a pencil and started to sketch, thin streaks of gray gradually growing into a picture of a tuft-eared feline…
NOTES: I think this pretty much wraps it up. Had fun =D
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