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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 12, 2009 17:16:06 GMT -5
Othello was absolutely alarmed when he heard the confrontation between the librarian and Sid. His ears swiveled around as he tried to wiggle out of his bookshelf hiding place.
After a good deal of flailing he managed to get himself free. Of course, he managed to knock several books above him of the shelves, causing a variety of large thunks and crashes.
And of course one hit him. The young canine-feline hybrid yelped, and danced backwards on his three legs. He shook his head as tears trickled down his fur. "Owwww," he whined as he slipped to the floor covering his nose.
Xander would have called him a crybaby or a good distraction at the very least. The librarian was going to throw a fit at the mess that he left in his wake.
So that was the reason why Mommy didn't let him go places alone most of the time.
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Post by seraaches on Feb 23, 2009 15:30:42 GMT -5
Sid would have used another grown-up word, but he was too busy running towards his crew's aid. He found Othello cowering down on the floor in the middle of an aisle with books all over the place. The tears alarmed him, but not as much as his fear of the librarian. He quickly scooted to the other boy's side.
"Get up, get up," he urged his friend. "We've got to get out of here before the cometh back!" He went to the 'one'-legged side to try and help Othello regain his feet. If he could get the other boy up and moving, he would lead the way out of the aisle and into one of the little niches where they could hide. If Othello wasn't as quick as Sid hoped, he would go and try to cover his crew member's escape by stalling the librarian.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 13, 2009 12:26:25 GMT -5
The overwhelming panic was calmed by Sid's voice. He took several deep breaths as he listened to the boy's instructions while struggling to get up. The aide that the deer-horse provided was enough to get him on all three feet.
"Okay," he whimpered as he slipped a bit more trying to keep his balance. "Let'th go."
He wasn't made for adventure, he supposed. But it really was fun besides the complete and utter alarming moments where he wasn't sure what was happening and what wasn't. This probably was the best time he'd had.... well ever. Mommy didn't let him out much, and his brother was overprotective most of the time. He really hoped... that they would get to play again.
Of course there was the angry librarian to contend with first. Othello's tail twitched as he awaited direction, instructions, or some sort of guidance so he didn't do anything else to destroy his surroundings.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 18, 2009 15:42:41 GMT -5
Othello seemed to have no lasting injuries from his run-in with the bookshelves, so Sid gave a quick nod and decided they should make for a hiding place rather than retreat. They could still recover from this! With this in mind, Sid flicked his little deer tail and tossed his head to indicate which direction they should go in.
"Let'th go thith way! Thtraight up to the upper thelveth." The upstairs area, up one of the three sets of stairs, held topics that weren't necessarily referenced as often and thus opened up the spaces for clandestine meetings and all sorts of mischief. The librarians knew to check it occasionally, but they were busy and as long as no one was making a mess or ruining books, it was generally left alone.
"Go on up and I'll be there in a thecond." He would go regain their treasure and follow his crew in a flash.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 14, 2009 12:09:56 GMT -5
Othello had hoped against all hope that he wouldn't run into this problem so soon. However, with the way Sid was talking, with they way things were moving, he was expected to do things a particular way. Now how would he go about explaining that he was blind in a rather unusual way?
The mix breed could feel the panic welling up in him as he continued to listen to the words. Oh no. No. No. This was incredibly bad. This was worse than bad. This was horrible and miserable.
"Is this a bad time to mention I'm blind?" Othello asked in a panic soaked tone. There was no way he could avoid this. This would destroy what little friendship that he had managed to build. Now, just like his siblings, he would simply be a mockery and utterly useless. His ears pulled back with discouragement as he awaited the comment from the other child.
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Post by seraaches on Sept 11, 2009 17:15:31 GMT -5
Sid stopped stock still and turned to stare at his new friend with wide eyes and a jaw that dropped a bit-- though his fangs still overhung his lip. "Oh, WOW, really?" His tone relayed that he wasn't just astonished by this information, he was excited about it and, perhaps, a trifle jealous. "That'th tho COOL! You don't theem blind at all!"
The deer mixed hopped from one side to the next, evidently completely forgetting the 'danger' they were in just then. "Tho you can't thee me doing this?" Not that it wouldn't be easy to hear the boy jumping from one side to the next. "How do you get around tho well? I with i wath blind, too! Thome people have all the luck." Sid pouted for a second before a new thought occurred to him. "You thould be wearing the eye patch," he said with some regret; he liked getting to wear it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 13, 2009 12:17:49 GMT -5
That wasn't the reaction he expected. The boy skidded to a shaky halt at the surprise that was in Sid's voice. No one had really said anything like that before, and he wasn't sure if this was a good thing or bad.
Good apparently from the remark. He blushed slightly ears flicking around to listen to boy in front of him. He was making a sound but... of course Othello had no idea what was going on. He gave an empathic shake of his head that he couldn't see him.
It was strange. Sid was clearly in front of him but all he could see was empty space. "I... I can thee my thurroundingth, but never people. But thometimeth what I thee ithn't right, which ith why I run into tableth and thtuff... and the bookthhelf." At this point he was sure his blush could be seen through his fur. "I'm blind to the real world, I guesth. It'th weird and... no one ever thought it was cool before. T-Thanks Thid."
He heard something behind him, but ignored it. "You can keep the eye patch, my eye mitht maketh everything thmell like mint... and that'th not very pirate-y."
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Post by seraaches on Jan 4, 2010 18:49:32 GMT -5
"That'th ith thoooo cool," Sid said again, still envious, especially since it apparently wasn't even total blindness. "Do you have to pick up your toyth after playing? How can you tell where they are?" His tone held a note of awe and he certainly expected some myticism involved in even so mundane a task.
"What in heaven's name!" the exclamation sounded behind Othello and Sid suddenly realized that the librarian had found them yet again.
"Mithuth Matlock! Mithuth Matlock! Othello ith BLIND!"
"Look at this mess!" the Esterberry woman, fortunately not the same one as before, gasped instead, paying no attention at all to Sid's pleased and awe-filled pronouncement. "Did you do this, Sid?"
"Mithuth Matlock, Othello ith blind!"
The librarian spared a glance for the other child, remembering him as one that, usually, did not cause trouble. "Yes, well, I dare say you're both blind to the mess you've made! You'll have to pick it all up, and then I want both of you out of the library before Madame Duvant sees this."
"Ooh, Othello, you can thow how you pick thingth up now!" Sid was so excited by this prospect that he utterly missed their upcoming banishment.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 5, 2010 19:28:47 GMT -5
Othello was taken by surprise. His disability was cool? None of his siblings thought that. And even though his Mother said he was special, it was hard to believe her. But now that someone else was saying it... maybe it was true? "Ah, I jutht have to feel around with my nothe."
And suddenly the librarian was there. Othello jumped, his tail puffing up in protest of the sudden appearance of an adult. His ears pulled back as the woman scolded them, not really paying attention to anything Sid was saying. He titled his head at her comment, "But... I really am blind." For a few brief moments he was frowning, and then Sid seemed to cheer up.
He supposed it wouldn't be that bad of punishment to clean things up when he had company.
He turned around, to him the room was completely clean. He couldn't see the mess of books or anything else that happened to make its way on the floor. Carefully he placed his nose an inch from the ground pushing forward slowly. When he hit the nearest book that had landed on the floor he carefully slipped his nose under it. It took few moments for him to actually pick up the book and balance it on his nose.
"Where do I put it?" he asked slowly.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 7, 2010 0:24:07 GMT -5
Missus Matlock evidently didn't listen well to children, because she either entirely missed or simply ignored Othello's comment. In fact, she only remained there long enough to ascertain the boys would do as they were told before hurrying back to the task that had brought her to these shelves to begin with. Nabbing a book, she was quickly heading back towards the main desk and the Jack waiting impatiently there, though she made a mental note to herself to check on their progress in a bit.
"That'th awethome, Othello!" Sid said, oblivious to the librarian's departure. Yet again, sheer jealousy gnawed briefly at him at the sight of Othello's magnificent teeth. He sighed and focused back on the words. "I think it jutht goeth on the thelf there," he replied before trying to get ahold of one of the books himself. He nosed and prodded, managing to only bump the book around a bit and tear the edge of a few pages with one of his fangs. If Missus Matlock had thought things through a bit more, she might have realized these two weren't the best to put away books.
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