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Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 16:02:05 GMT -8
Franky grunted in pain as he stood dramatically. He could'nt take the agonizing pain any longer. He dropped his spork and fell to his knees, putting his small litte hands to his eyes, screaming in pain. "Why sun?!! Why do you torment me so?!!"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 8, 2006 16:21:41 GMT -8
Gimble didn't expect that at all.. He held the boy, arms fully extended, with a confused look on his face, as if wondering what to do with it now. "Ah geez. wut am ah doin..? It's just a lil thin'," he muttered to himself, looking again at the crying cinna, still in his orange hands. Gimble set him back down on his feet, and nervously looking around, gave him a pat on the head. "Go on an' play weeth yer toy kid." he told him, motioning toward the soccer ball.
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Post by deliverance on Jan 8, 2006 16:32:08 GMT -8
Sniffling slightly, he nodded his head and walked over to his ball. Kicking the ball around once again, he kicked the ball next to Frank. Walking over to him, he looked down at him oddly. Then he looked up at the sky. Then back down at Frank.
"Can I have my ball back now?"
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Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 16:35:51 GMT -8
Frank wiped the sunlight induced tears from his face. He poked the ball out of the way, and stared at Cinna. "Beware the sun boy! It's after us all...Big ball o' death, all it is." He then picked up his spork, put it onto his back and walked back inside. He saved another child from the wrath of the sun, his work was done.
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Post by deliverance on Jan 8, 2006 16:38:18 GMT -8
Cinnamon blinked a couple times at Frank and then shook his head. Turning around, intending to take his ball back, he got startled and fell backwards again. Looking at Gimble, he arched his brow and squinted at him, seeing if he was real.
"My, you're tall. Have we met before?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 9, 2006 10:48:32 GMT -8
Fizzle grunted as she was helped into her dress... something that she could hardly breathe in. But she wanted to look nice. She had never had a crush before, so she was ignorant as to why she was so nervous about Gimble's presense. All she knew was that she had to look as cute as possible. She looked herself over in the mirror. She looked good... in fact, she looked better than she ever had before. The blue string she always wore set off the dress amazingly well, and her violet eyes stood out more. Her blue hair... well, she could do nothing about it... or could she? "Hey, Thistle... does Dark have one of those things around her house? You know... one of those things you pull through your hair to make it all different... and shiny?"
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Post by Thistle on Jan 9, 2006 16:20:17 GMT -8
Thistle stared at Fizzle blankely for a moment then smiled brightly. "Oh yes I think Dark calls it a broosh or something like that." Thistle ran off and came back with a pixie sized brush. "No I must warn you this will hurt. Dark nearly pulled off my head the first time." With that warning the red headed pixie handed her freind the bush.
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Gennie walked outside and looked at them all. "Who be you?" She asked in her not so fluent common. She then flew up slightly to reach the top of her staff and put her ear to the glass ball with the fish in it. "Hmm uh..errg...huh." Gennie landed back on the ground. "Perkins say Thistle meet you."
"FISHIE!" Howard hollered again as he grabbed hold of The 'barbarian' pixie's staff.
"No." With that the black haired pixie knocked the brat onto his bum with her foot and went inside. Howard pouted for a minute but then he saw Cinnamon playing with his soccer ball. "Hello!"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 9, 2006 19:02:09 GMT -8
Gimble saw that as an excuse to avoid certain distraction.. and annoyance, and followed the oddly garbed gennie inside. Eyeing her with a grin on his face, he removed his gaze for a moment to look around the place. He didn't see the others in this room yet.. they must have been in another room. Gimble dropped his pack, which consisted of food, a small strip of cloth (used as a blanket) and a small spool of silken thread. He places his dangerously sharp needle down, an item he used as a weapon and affectionatly called ''needle.'' Recalling that the place was filled with ones smaller than him, the orange sprite picked up the needle again and moved it to a more secretive location...
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 13, 2006 15:47:54 GMT -8
((By the way, to clear something up: Fizzle likes Gimble only because the actual person behind the character of Thistle thought it would be amuzing, and one of the reasons is because they both have blue hair. I had absolutely nothing to do with that set-up, so don't get any of you get mad about my characters liking other people's characters.))
Fizzle winced as she finished up her hair. It was shiney! It was good-looking! Her hair was longer than she thought it was... it barely brushed her shoulders, and it flipped up at the ends. She looked better than she ever had before!
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 13, 2006 19:25:25 GMT -8
(( Heh, yeah.. i think gimble's oblivious to it anyway, he'll flirt with any lass who isn't toting around a howard ))
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Post by Thistle on Jan 14, 2006 13:43:19 GMT -8
Thistle clapped her hands in delight. "Oh Fizzle look how pretty you are! I'd say Dark has a rival." She then flew over to a vase and picked out a nice white flower to go with Fizzle's dress. "Here you should tuck this behind your ear!"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 17, 2006 10:43:09 GMT -8
Fizzle blushes and takes the flower, tucking it behind her slighty-pointed ear. "Oh, I am no match for Dark Beauty... but thank you..." She looks herself over. "It IS quite a change, isn't it?"
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Post by Raiku on Jan 17, 2006 14:53:04 GMT -8
Frank pulled out his spork, and swung it about the room. Not for any purpose, only because he absolutly loved the "woosh" noise it made. He giggled to himself as it wooshed again.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 24, 2006 7:40:19 GMT -8
Gimblefyre watched the spork swing, wondering what makes it whoosh. He stared down at the figures below him.. He always felt like a human compared to them, he was so much bigger than most of them, almost a foot tall (as he would brag to his buddies). He sat down on the floor, and began picking his teeth. "An' who're you?" he asked the pixie swishing the spork around. The rest of everybody were taking too long for his refined patience.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 24, 2006 10:34:22 GMT -8
Sugarplum was getting impatient. The pixies had told her that they were going to have fun and bake cookies, but they were not even out of their rooms yet. The little sugarfairy twirled her spoon around. There was nothing for her to do.
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