Post by Asher Stone on Jan 6, 2011 15:39:13 GMT -5
ooc: Doneele why is that name so hard for me to remember
bic:
Asher, of all people, was considering getting a pet. Not like she needed one, it would probably give her rabies or something. At the minimum. It'd probably give her the black plague, and then she wouldn't know she had it, and she'd give it to Whites when she vomited her guts all over his shoes.
Or something.
So, right now she was wandering around trying to find the Chinese Place Pet Shop that seemed to have mysteriously disappeared.
Oh well, she'd find one somewhere, right? Haha. What should she get? She hadn't the slighest idea. Maybe a toad, or something low maintenance. But didn't toads eat worms or something? Eww, gross. Na. Maybe a kitty - but everyone had kitties!
Gosh.
This was hard.
Thoughtful, Asher scuffed her feet on the ground, biting her lip. Why was everything so hard? Why couldn't she just aaaaa maybe she could pull a name out of a hat and
A rabbit! Yeah that would be awesome.
"Ffff yeah, a rabbit would be cool." She grinned and took a few hurried steps, then nearly fell over. Aaa. She let out a yelp and caught herself on the corner of a building. Now she just needed to find some way to
Oh dang she scraped her hand ouch that hurt. Now she'd get tetanus (spelling?) and die.
Post by Doneele Monolayre on Jan 6, 2011 21:50:50 GMT -5
Doneele's silenced heels bounded calmly down the cobblestone, eerily not making a sound. She had no idea where her little Teagan had gone to, but it rather pissed her off. First, back in the US of A, they were all living happily together, like a family pieced together by Dr. Frankenstein. Then, that damnable kid ran off for three months doing who-knows-what. Then, she returned. Then, she left again, working for that crummy corrupted mayor for no reason Doneele could fathom.
And finally, she ran off to Spain, working somewhere. Even with her divining, all Doneele knew was that the brat worked up in one of those Spanish cities--whatever the hell she did, it's excessive defenses certainly suited her. She wasn't any fun when she knew someone was watching. When she thought she was alone, however...
She was much cuter before she became an adult.
A breeze made the flags and hanging signs dance, and her slender fingers rose up to clutch her warm black cloak to her chest. Apparently, muggles had more practical things called "jackets" and "coats," but what kind of good witch would give in to such trivialities?
Speaking of such trivialities, there was a flash of strawberry locks.
What was that phrase Darren used once upon a time? "Locked upon target" or something?
Before that little monstrosity could escape (and Teagan, it seemed, had been quite avoiding her as of late--she sent not even a letter!), the nearly young-looking old Monolayre charged, smacking her heaving bosom against the young lady's back and swiftly wrapping her the girl's own, ending her attack with a tight hug. The girl was restrained, and she couldn't move too easily. Hopefully. Last time, Doneele got her fucking arm nearly blown off.
Despite being a mere five feet tall, her tidy black heels made Doneele a righteous five-foot-four.
"You are so much trouble!" she half-teased, half-scolded. Never did she suspect to catch her troublesome little Teagan in such a vulnerable position. For some reason, that squirt always acted like someone tried to shove a stick up her ass. "You don't write, you don't visit, you don't call," she drawled, "and you didn't even send me a gift for the holidays! I should spank you right--"
One moment, thought Doneele, facts slyly becoming apparent to her conscious. First of all, this young lady was... lacking in some areas. Furthermore, makeup? Teagan didn't wear makeup--she was stubborn enough to break one's nose for making a joke like that.
Her hair was also a bit short, and she had cute green eyes.
Despite Teagan's knack for transfiguration, the dark-haired Monolayre presumed this was... not Teagan.
Oh... Well, this is quite interesting, is it not?
Doneele's plush lips smiled, and she hugged the girl closer, letting the thin fabric on her voluptuous chest push into the gangly maiden.
"Pardon me," she said softly, violet eyes glinting curiously from under her long dark lashes. "It seems I was mistaken. You're not the naughty little angel I was hunting for, are you, sweetheart?"
Post by Asher Stone on Feb 1, 2011 18:49:31 GMT -5
The attack came from behind, and Asher let out a yelp, thinking she was being murdered. Or strangled. Even if she escaped she would have bruises on her neck, and they would think her parents abused her and she'd got to a foster home or .... something.
Immediately, overlapping the words of the other girl, Asher began to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I lost your address or - " Wait what?
Who?
"No ... no ma'am."
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Taking a gulping breath, Asher could hardly breath, that lady, oh gosh. What was going on? She felt herself panicking. "Can, I, um, go now?"7451
Post by Doneele Monolayre on Feb 1, 2011 20:33:54 GMT -5
This young lady seemed a tad frightened--a wee bit like a chicken. For instance, leaping out at them would startle them into a flurry of feathers and bakkabakkabs. This girl certainly spoke when she was startled, didn't she? Sorry, sorry, didn't know, address, what?
Doneele gazed blandly at the chick from betwixt her lashes.
Then, her violet orbs glanced around the square, looking for the slightest glimmer of red. Where, oh, where had her little Monolayre gone?
Not here, apparently.
The witch pouted, sticking out her plush lips as she loosened her grasp on the chick. By "chick," she did not mean a female as Darren might, but she meant as a literally a chick--a baby chick, a chicken in the making.
She examined the young girl again. The mouth, the eyes, the nose... It was all wrong. Teagan had Doneele's face, after all, so it wasn't as though it'd be difficult to recognize.
She sighed and let go completely.
Doneele then placed one spidery hand upon the girl's shoulder. Icy winds bristled around them.
"It seems that little brat skipped out on me again," she moped. A dainty, sad smile flitted onto her lips as she turned toward the maiden again. "Would you mind keeping me company, dearest?"
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