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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 9, 2009 21:59:49 GMT -5
(( OOC: So Shoot me in the face, I know I have plenty of threads but I needed to get her muse out. >_>; )) With a pen in her mouth she scribbled the words on the parchment in front of her. All of her Professors had been kind enough to give her writing assignments. One hundred pages all together, which meant she barely had any me time. Her ears flicked in thought. It was partly her fault for being an undeclared major and a sophomore. She needed to decide sometime soon before she ran out of core classes to take.... And yet Petunia was supposed to be on "vacation." Amazing how that worked. In Esterberry you were expected to be scholarly all the time. Which was fine by the canine deer, she just preferred to be scholarly in areas that she choose, not the ones that other people decided for her. She sighed and pulled the pen away from the paper, slipping it into a case. She blew on the parchment a bit before rolling it up and shoving it in a canister along with the pen in the case. She proceeded to slip that around her neck and put the tip on the table. Taking one last sip of her tea she departed the cafe that was kind enough to let her do her work. The Capital City really was a nice place... even if most of the people proved to be idiots. |
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Post by /|/afamere on Mar 12, 2009 12:15:14 GMT -5
The Torque feline was walking down the road with no real intention in mind to where he was going. He had been looking for this job for so long that he had divided that it would have probably been better to be a wondering cook on the side of a road somewhere. He sighed at the prospect of such a life, it would be fun at first then might get boring later. Boring was not good at all. He was too full of life and fun to have to do something that he didn't like, and right now he loved cooking and wondering around meeting new people along the way. It was really nice to meet new people. So down the road he went with a large backpack placed on his back making much much more sounds than necessary... since it was full of all sorts of metallic objects. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 13, 2009 14:26:48 GMT -5
Her ears flew backwards at the harsh sound of metal clinking on metal. The fur on the back of her neck stood on end, her eye twitching furiously out of annoyance. Who was so inconsiderate to the world that they would do such a thing to add to the already dense noise pollution?
People. All of them were monsters as far as Petunia was concerned. It would be a rare find to happen upon someone who was truly a gift to the world. Smart. Funny. Pretty. Elegant. No one had everything, and if they did they were lying about something.
All she had was the intelligence, and by Esterberry standards she didn't have enough of it. The bitterness in her bubbled up as she searched around for the source of the noise. It wasn't until it had passed right next to her when she noticed it.
"Were you dropped on your head as a child, Torquehelm? Stop that racket and put padding between whatever you're carrying." She snarled, bearing her teeth when she spoke.
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Post by /|/afamere on Mar 13, 2009 15:32:20 GMT -5
Menfer had been minding his own business this whole time until something spoken to him. He wasn't sure that it was him in general but it sounded as if it was towards him. So he turned to look at the source to find himself face to face with this snarling canine deer that looked as if she were from Esterberry.
He rose a questioning eyebrow while cocking his head to one side.
"I'z be sorry that dis noise be'in any trouble to ze." he said with a paw sweep removing the bag from his back. "And no I'z not be dropped on ze head when I waz a young child either."
He opened the bag to reveal many objects that looked as if they were used for cooking. There were even spices towards the bottom, some in jars and others that seemed to have been picked from the very ground. He started to move some of the objects around to better accommodate them so they wouldn't make too much noise.
As he was doing this he started up on some dialog looking at the bag, "Ze know, I be a cook and all... and was wondering if ze be any bit hungry, no?" he said with a smile that didn't seem to fit the Torqehelms realm. He had a look about him that seemed to yell out, "There is life in the world". "See I'z love to cook and was thinking about becoming a wondering cook for some time? Would ze like to try some?"
He was young to say the least... looking to only be about fifteen years of age, barely into his manhood. He really didn't know how the world worked just yet and had no real fears as of yet.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 13, 2009 16:53:35 GMT -5
Petunia stared blankly at the creature that had stopped to speak to her. She had simply asked for him to shut up, and for whatever reason he thought this was some sort of invitation to talk about his goals and dreams. Riiiiight.
Clearly he had been dropped on his head, and clearly he was an idiot. Her mother had warned her about people outside of her region. Why hadn't she listened? Why did she have some vain hope that there was a bright light somewhere outside of her region? Faith. Pwsh.
"Look, whoever you are, I didn't ask for your life story." She paused, trying to think of a way to dumb it down so the man in front of her would understand. Oh, well then. "I asked for you to be quiet. That doesn't mean you open your mouth and talk at me. I don't even know what you're properly trying to state because you clearly have the accent of stupid attached to your words. And I'm afraid I don't speak that."
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Post by /|/afamere on Mar 13, 2009 17:19:01 GMT -5
After finished fixing the bag and listening to the womans words did he nod his head in agreement. He knew that sometimes it was difficult to follow what he was saying... especially when he got exited about something. Tough... she didn't have to be so mean about it. Some people where just rude...
"I... sorry, zat you cannot understand what I am talking about. It's just that I'z saw ze walking and thought that you would be a great conversationalist, since ze be from Esterberry." he said with a bit of a shrug, never once losing the smile on his face. Even though she was being mean he wouldn't discredit her for it. It just took a bit of getting to know someone before something like that happened.
"How about I treat ze to dinner, no? It would be my treat." he said in a sort of formal way as if not implying something else to the words that came out of his mouth. He hadn't known a single person here and hadn't the opportunity to actually meet with someone else... he was hoping for someone that was as up-beat as he was.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 13, 2009 19:20:32 GMT -5
She stared, her mouth open slightly. What... was... he seriously? She stood there in silence for a minute as her brain tried to process information. Her ears flipping back and forwards as her thoughts tried to make sense of it all.
No. He was one of those strangers.. One of those people her mother hand always ranted about. One of the reasons why her father had never left his home region. He was a stupid and deranged.
"No," she said bluntly before turning her back to him and starting to walk away. She wasn't going to put up with this idiocy any longer. She would just go back to her hotel room and work on her homework. Then she wouldn't leave again until sometime in the morning when the crazies and the idiots weren't out.
She just prayed the man wasn't going to bother her. Her ears pinned back against her skull at the very thought.
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Post by /|/afamere on Mar 13, 2009 19:37:38 GMT -5
What had he done wrong? His mother had always told him that people from the outside of Torquehelm where not to be trusted and didn't know their place in the world... and yet Menefer never once belived her. He always strived to be the best person that he could be always trying to help and being socialable whenever possible, and yet... he had done something wrong to make her leave.
Why did people never like those that were always friendly? They always tended to only hang out with those people that where always mean and rude towards them. It made no since at all... it was like a woman marring a man who abused and demeaned her.
He could tell that she didn't want to be bothered any longer. It made him feel somewhat gloomed at the thought. Where all the people that he meets like this? It seemed like it.
He sat on his hunches looking after her as she left he could feel the sob raising in his throat right now and he decided that he would remain calm... and strong, if possible. He couldn't be seen like this. He sighed and maneuvered himself so that the straps would fall over his head as he worked his legs into the straps... that was when the most stupidest thing happened.
One of the straps cough on his binding on his rather numb leg. It pulled slightly tightening itself on it and threatened to pull it right off. He got scared his eyes flaring wide at the mere thought of it happening. His mind started to race as he looked at it, too scared to even move one more inch for fear of ripping the gold cloth that bound the leg.
His voice was even faltering as he spoke.
"Help..." he said in a whisper looking about for someone to come to his rescue.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 13, 2009 20:09:17 GMT -5
The words reached her ears. Her brow furrowed in frustration. Had she been a cat, or some other creature, her hair would have stood on end. If she had been violent she would have done something right there and then. However she was simply angry words.
Her ears flicked as she turned her head to glare. "You want help?" she spat out like venom. She growled, her eyes narrowed even more as she slowly turned around fully. "Help your self imbecile. Don't ask help from a random stranger who clearly has better things than to socialize with someone of your stature. Crawl back to your miserable hole. And while you're at it, stop shaming your Region and grow some common sense."
She turned back around, her tail flicking as she went.
Miserable. People. They could all wallow in misery in this hole. She was going back home soon. So much for a pleasant spring break. She could feel the heat spreading across her face, the anger building up. Why had she even bothered to turn around?
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Post by /|/afamere on Mar 13, 2009 20:32:21 GMT -5
He stared in disbelief at what had just happened. He was frantic and scared at the consequences of his actions if he attempted to even try to pull away from this... and yet... her words stung more than what he would if his binding were to rip. This was no matter of common sense... it was the fact that he needed help from someone that actually cared about what happens to other people. Apparently she wasn't one of those people... he regretted waking this morning.
His smile completely gone leaving behind only a worried trembling frown, did he start to slowly edge himself down on his hunches. He could feel the binding getting more tight on his right rear leg as the pack started to settle with all its weight. He wished now that he didn't carry so much... did he really need that extra pot?
Once settled did he slowly start to work his way around with his head to look at what had happened with the strap and cloth. He looked at it with dread. The buckle had been caught underneath the cloth somehow and now it had latched on. He knew that at this point no one would attempt to help him in any way. It was his duty to do so... as that Esterberry had stated.
He started in on it stopping several times when he thought he pulled or pushed too far. This would have been easier if someone else was here to help... it would have taken short work to do so, and yet, he was all alone in this feat.
Once finally freed did he stand up to his full hight. The binding still intact and his pride diminished. He didn't even feel like cooking tonight. That was sad... really sad. And he really did like to smile, but he couldn't.
He started to limp away towards the hotel that he had rented for the night. It was a decent place with nice rooms and a good kitchen. It also had many quite places where people could go and do things that they wouldn't want to be over seen by other people. Once in his room did he not even bother to close the door. He just walked in and started to pull out some of the things to cook.
He was hungry afterall. The smells of the food started to drift out into the hallway. He was cooking greens and nice tender meat.
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