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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 26, 2008 21:07:28 GMT -5
The squirrel with fairy wings sighed. How many times had he been confused as a woman in this place? Maybe he should just head back to Tulgey... no that was an awful thing to think. He was going to make it to Corvistowne. He hurried down the street trying not his best to stay focused on his goal. He just needed to get to a hotel and then he would be on his way again once he rested for a while. Parsley however was distracted by all the bright colors of regions he had never seen before. Everything was so different in Tulgey. White and black were the only colors... then there was his dad, him and Thyme when she wasn't in the Highlands. Well Dad was going to be lonely. Then again there was always Mom, Rosemary and Alphonse.... and Sage. He rolled his eyes at the very thought. He stopped dead in his tracks and thoughts when he saw a brightly colored Heart covered in jewelry. Well he might as well go and find out.
"Excuse me, Miss!" He said in the sweetest voice possible. He still sounded very effeminate for his age. He couldn't exactly help it... he was sixteen and his voice hadn't bothered to change yet. "You wouldn't happen to know where a good hotel is?" |
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Post by Greenie on Aug 27, 2008 12:17:17 GMT -5
 Elodie was nearly about to scream with the amount of pure filth joining her in the streets. There were men everywhere, making her want to go on some mass-murder-mayhem and just kill them all to make the world a better place, and there were people so pathetically low ranked that she was beginning to seriously question the city's taste level if they let such vermin in. All she wanted to do was find a cute shoe store to buy some slippers. Was that too much to ask? She'd seen one around here but it seemed to have fallen off the face of the planet, and now her fur was practically writhing with all the gross that kept brushing up against it. The cat shrunk back against a stairway and did her best to not look at any of them, but a sudden voice caught her attention. Miss? Sounded like a girl.. she eyed the Corvistownean with thinly veiled annoyance, and that was only because she wasn't sure if the squirrel-creature was male or female yet. Either way, she wasn't about to answer questions from somebody on this street. "Maybe. What's it to you?"It was only a matter of time before she figured it out. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 27, 2008 13:02:14 GMT -5
Parsley's ears twitched for a moment at her obvious distrust. Well, he wasn't in the Wood anymore so he had to deal with actual people rather than just his family. There were all sorts of people on the Outside he had to be careful too. But... she was terribly pretty.
"I'm not from around here. And you seem like the type of person to know where a good up scale hotel is... everyone else just seems a bit to... I'm not really sure." He looked at the various people who hurried by. Bright colors and most of them had a lower rank than him. Even the person he was talking to had a number. His family must have been really odd.
"If I'm being to much trouble I can try and find someone else to help me." He said, his ears drooping slightly. Trying to be cute might smooth things over... if his sisters heard about this they would never let him hear the end of it.
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Post by Greenie on Oct 20, 2008 21:26:45 GMT -5
Elodie continued eyeing him with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. It was strange that someone was asking where they could find an upscale hotel - generally someone that wanted one didn't have to ask, period. Her own staff just knew when she wanted something - a thing, a place, a person - and so she was having difficulty understanding why this simpleton child was asking for a location.
"I'm sure I've been to one," She said loftily, "But it wasn't in this dump, and I hardly concern myself with the locations of places I'm not living in or shopping from. You're not sure. You're asking me obsurd questions and you're not even sure about it?" The feline questioned, her tone dripping with scorn. It was curiosity that was leading her to continue the conversation - if nothing else, it entertained her to intimidate other people. Should her interest wane, she would simply leave and go find a nice place to bathe her feet from the filth she was standing in.
"Considering you seem to need more help than I can provide you with, you might want to find a doctor, not ask someone on the street about your problems."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 20, 2008 21:39:53 GMT -5
His ears drooped, his eyes narrowed. Were people normally this bitchy or did she just have PMS. He wasn't about to ask something that personal, but if she wanted to be a bitch he would bitch back.
"You know. I'm sorry I'm not as well traveled or as rich as you your bloody majesty. I've lived in the Tulgey Woods my entire life and I'm not the best with directions." His ears pulled back further in frustration. "I just wanted a bit of help. You seemed like a nice young woman."
He didn't walk away however. It wasn't going to be that easy. He was going to pester her until she kicked him in the face or some such something. Annoying people was a skill that came in handy, and having five siblings perfected it. Now he could use it in the real word.
This was going to go badly.
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Post by Greenie on Oct 20, 2008 21:49:55 GMT -5
Elodie got some minute satisfaction from seeing him visibly droop, but she wasn't quite finished. She hadn't gotten to send anybody off crying yet that day, so she was feeling a little bit.. off-kilter. Being bitchy was like coffee to her: without it, her day just didn't start off right.
"I'm not a majesty yet, but you'd be surprised how much society hates you less when you're a heart and filthy rich. It gives you something to work towards though, now doesn't it?" She replied in a sickly-sweet voice, a sadistic grin plastered onto her face. "Be careful. We're not allowed in Tulgey.. but Tulgeys aren't allowed out either. That corvie coat of yours won't get you as far as you think it will unless you actually have some useful talent under it.. but then again, origins have a habit of cropping up at the worst moments, don't they?" She snarked cryptically, her tail fluffily batting back and forth as a mark of her amusement.
"Again, I'll repeat, since you didn't seem to understand the first time: I'm not a doctor, I can't help your kind. As for me being nice, I'm a delightful young woman when I feel like it. I don't feel like it."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 27, 2008 20:14:55 GMT -5
If it were possible for steam to come out of Parsley's ears it would have happened that very moment. The squirrel narrowed his eyes as he looked at the brightly colored feline. "You? A Queen? I don't think someone as low as you could ever manage to become something so great. And don't say that about Tulgey when you know nothing about it."
He was furious. That wasn't about to change. He wasn't going to let this woman win! The squirrel's tail bristled for a moment as he glared at the women. He honestly was the least intimidating person possible. "One day I'll be rich and famous, and I'll laugh at you from on top of my pedestal. And anyway. My origins have nothing to do with my abilities. Anyone with common sense could tell that I wasn't born in Corvistowne, but I wouldn't expect you to be as sophisticated."
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Post by Greenie on Nov 29, 2008 12:04:39 GMT -5
"Someone as low as I? Clearly, you don't understand the power of money in society if you don't understand that I am in the upper echelons and you[/i] are nothing. Rank only gets you so far, my dear.[/b] She paused to smirk, and her great fluff of a tail gracefully curled around her lower legs. "I know plenty about Tulgey. They're disgusting weirdos, and obviously you associate with them, given your complete lack of respect for those above you." Elodie truly had little respect for rank when not referring to herself, so the fact that the boy was four above her meant little other than he could potentially use some magic on her.
Ooh, magic. How SCARY.
The feline laughed out loud at his pathetic little bristling. Ahh, the satisfactions of the weak. "Someday? Little girl, I'm rich and famous now. I can walk into any store I want and buy the place without another word - that's power you can't just stumble onto. As for you? It doesn't matter where you were born. You're a Corvie. You could have grown up in Josiggy for all I care, that doesn't change it. Why don't you go build something, shrimp?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 3, 2008 17:09:16 GMT -5
As soon as Parsley heard the word "girl" he stopped functioning completely. He stared blankly back at the women standing in front of him. How many years had he been mistaken for a girl? How many years had he been trying to get away from his mother's dress up, and variety of "pretty" comments that came from his sisters.
And now some stranger on the street was calling him a girl.
The sound that came out of Parsley was a cross between a wail and a squeak. His wings and ears drooped completely. 'I can't win,' he thought as he looked at the Yarrow in front of him. In all honesty Parsley was a vain creature who did enjoy what he looked like. Okay, he could do without the fairy wings but he liked everything else about him. Being mistake for a girl all the time was a nightmare.
"If you're so damn rich and famous, how come I've never heard of a heartless two-faced Yarrow bitch who can't even have sympathy on someone who's lost and alone? You can't even tell what I am. If you're famous, I suppose that makes all famous people heartless and dumb as posts. I don't think I want to be famous then!" He said as he looked at her with narrow eyes, still completely drooping.
(( OOC: >_> and in the next post he will probably shout at the top of his lungs "I'm a boy you idiot!" ))
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Post by Greenie on Jan 14, 2009 21:21:02 GMT -5
Elodie rolled her eyes. Ignorant, stupid child. Oh, how she hated children - it was as if they all fell into huge vats of stupidity when they were born. Weren't wombs supposed to make you grow, not shrink your brains?
"Because you're a stupid little city child. I don't expect the likes of you to know who I am. I can't imagine you have any taste in culture anyhow." She said condescendingly, then laughed outright at him. "You go ahead and try to be famous. You don't even understand the meaning of the word - so good luck, girl. You might want to try cleaning up your coat and adding some makeup, you look as if you slept in a trash can," The cat added sweetly, then began grooming her paw with a snarky smile to illustrate her own cleanliness.
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