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Post by VIRGINIA SPOON on Aug 18, 2016 19:59:04 GMT -6
 Ginny's gaze shifted to the corner of her eyes as she wheeled up to the fancypants walkway of the grand estate, pursing her lips as she lifted up her little blonde head, eyelids slipping to rest halfway over her bright blue eyes. Foot resting on the ground, long, puffy blue dress riding shamefully high on her white-stockinged leg, she sat there atop her golden yellow bicycle, fingers mercilessly tight around the little rubber grips of her handlebars as she eyed a certain Richy Rich's unusually wiggly bush with an inordinate amount of suspicion. Yes there was a stink in the air. The smell of deceit. The smell of - another nose - and she wasn't going to let it slip under her radar. She was obvious. Violently knocking down her kickstand and clapping the flat bottom of her mary janes sharply against the tough stuff of the walkway, her head cocked abruptly to one side as her eyes slooowly dragged themselves to give the embellished entrance of the all-but-CASTLE built up before her a flat, empty stare. Her hands moved carefully for a tray carrying a singular, rather fancifully decorated, cup of coffee - plucking it from the bicycle's wire basket with precision and dainty little pinkies pointed outward. Virginia cleared her throat, chin high. Certainly the little BUG skulking around her precious whatshisname's house would be aware of her presence by now. Satisfied with this thought she tossed her head, throwing long wavy locks of golden hair over her shoulder before stepping forward with determination. And with that - all sounds stopped. Those bright little blue shoes fell soundlessly against the ground, her breathing falling quiet and hushed as she made her way up to the front door. In an instant she had leaped sidelong and into the cover of nearby greenery, only the soft, momentary rustling of leaves indicating she had ever been there. Well, that and the BIKE still standing at the end of the walkway. She was going to find the little bug an squash it. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Roz Voclain on Aug 18, 2016 20:48:25 GMT -6
Most of her "planning" time had been spent working up the nerve to actually trespass in the first place. While she had spent quite a bit of time watching Angelo Moreau if that was his real name, Roz had never actually been on his property. But the man was obviously hiding something, and sometimes desperate measures were required to get to uncover the biggest secrets!
So, there she was, crawling through the man's shrubbery. Her face scrunched up in annoyance as twigs and leaves pulled at her hair, but she kept moving, determined to get at least a peak through his front window. What was she looking for exactly? Secrets, obviously! The specifics weren't important. That man could have anything in his living room. Dead bodies, maybe. An alien spaceship. Roz shook her head at the thought. Aliens were as real as ghosts, a childish fantasy. Severed heads, though, those could be very real.
So caught up in her thoughts, Roz didn't noticed the strange woman and her bicycle until she had parked it at the end of the walkway. Her eyes locked on the blonde as she made her way toward the man's font porch. Roz had never seen this woman before, but her presence had brought a sudden tension to the air. Had she really just shown up to bring this guy coffee? Or was she an accomplice? This was probably enough information for one day. Perhaps she should...
Roz yelped, stumbling back in surprise as the woman took a sudden dive into the bushes. Panic set in quickly. She was coming after her! The teenager lept to her feet, beating a hasty retreat from the now dangerous greenery. Before she got very far, however, a branch caught the hem of her pant leg. Her own momentum sent her flying forward, landing face first on the creep's well manicured lawn.
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Post by ANGELO MOREAU on Aug 18, 2016 22:20:47 GMT -6
[attr="class","smdbody3"]Petite fingers slid carefully down the old, fragile paper, the other holding meticulously a very square magnifying glass. As baby blue eyes scanned the page attentively, the careful fingers began to slide under the page before pushing it towards the other side to reveal a page filled with diagrams of symbols and shapes. There was just something relaxing about studying symbols, specifically ones that held meaning and history behind each stroke of the letter that eventually compiled together to for a specific word. It was just all so exciting! What wasn't so exciting was the beep that rudely interrupted his study. Looking up as his eyebrows pulled together and furrowed down towards his narrowing eyes, he began to lower the magnifying glass and book into his lap. Making sure that both items would remain in his lap, he began to pull out from white-jeaned pocket a phone. Glancing down as he placed his finger down on the circle to open it up, a finger quickly tapped onto camera encircled symbol and instantly several boxes filled with live feeds popped onto his screen. Scanning the boxes, his eyes stopped at one with a small red circle and he tapped onto that as it became enlarged on his screen. He watched as a familiar pair of mary janes and shuddering bright blue began making their way towards his porch. As she soundlessly made her way to his door, he watched with unamused eyes as she erratically dove in his bush. Not even two seconds after she had dove in, another girl came falling gracelessly from his bush. Switching to a different camera angle, he watched as she laid uncermoniously on the ground face first into his perfectly manicured lawn. She better have not left a face print in his lawn. Locking his phone and placing it back into its proper place, he picked up the fragile book and carefully placed it next to him on the couch. Pushing himself up into a standing position, he smoothed out his very expensive and very fashionable button up shirt. Turning on the heel of his converse shoes, he made his way to the front of his door. Pausing for a moment to fix his long blonde hair, he quietly opens the large doors set before him and glances outside for a moment before quietly stepping out just enough that both girls could see him. Keeping his arms relaxed at his sides, and pulling his shoulders back in a loose manner, he smiled brightly towards the two women. " Can I help you two with anything? " His eyes creased with a warmness in them as he spoke, looking between the two with a curious and attentive manner. |  [attr="class","smdlyrics3"] strike [attr="class","mdlyric3"]me down [attr="class","giveitlyric3"]give it everything you've got |
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Post by VIRGINIA SPOON on Aug 23, 2016 13:00:24 GMT -6
 Splat.Or, well, there should have been a splat with the way the little girl's face PLANTED itself on the ground. Ginny gave a loud, childish snort from her hiding place in the bushes, the corners of her lips curling up into a wicked smirk, pink tongue peeking out from between her lips as she scrunched up her nose, squinting her eyes at the recently revealed culprit. AH- HAH! She'd caught her.Without even waiting for the girl to get to her feet Virginia sprung out from the bushes to clap her feet to the pretty paved walkway and point an INCRIMINATING FINGER at the little weasel who'd! Who'd-Standing there with her brows knit and low over her eyes, mouth gaped in a wide, devilish grin, blue eyes locked on the fallen child with - oh no. A taunting gaze?Ginny's eyebrows quivered as the corners of her broad smile fell, her mouth slowly moving to close as all that pent up mean-spiritedness melted away into shame and concern."Ohmigosh!" she exclaimed breathlessly, the hand previously pointing to the girl moving sharply to hide her mouth with an open palm."OH MY GOSH!" she repeated, bringing the coffee closer to her chest as she jogged over to meet the girl, leaf-littered curly blonde hair following after her."Hey Diddle Diddle!" she cooed sweetly, a hand outstretched as if it would be enough to close the relatively short distance between them. "Are you - ?"She'd heard the footsteps as Mr. Moreau approached his front door. She'd heard the sound of that big fancy entranceblocker eased open under his probably very gentle and masculine touch! But she hadn't fully recognized the man's appearance until he'd opened his mouth to speak."Can I help you two with anything?"What melody! Mid-concern her expression had warped into a vacant, airy grin, her head dropping back to get an upside-down view of the familiar stranger standing in the doorway.She couldn't manage anything but a flustered, breathy giggle, standing there awkwardly in place as her free hand pulled to clutch the decorated coffee to her chest."Wow, hey there Mister!"That was honestly all it took for her to forget Roz was there. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Roz Voclain on Aug 23, 2016 21:39:59 GMT -6
It wasn't until the woman spoke that Roz tumbled back to reality. Her head snapped around to stare at the stranger, who now seemed quite distraught for some reason Roz could not fathom. This entire situation had gone from weird to bizare in a matter of seconds. When the woman reached out to her, Roz gave her an incredulous look. She might have said something too, but Public Enemy #1 chose that moment to make his appearance.
Shit.
Roz gaped at the two adults for what felt like an eternity before making the most brilliant decision ever decided. She began to slowly crawl backwards, hoping she could disappear into the bushes while the crazy blond distracted Mr. Suspicious. |
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