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| The necessity of pancakes; ic: Dustin || iso: Indigo | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 05:53 AM (334 Views) | |
| Indigo | Mar 17 2010, 02:59 AM Post #16 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="362" width="500"> <tr> <td style="background: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/lee.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width:250px; height:315px; right: 10px; left: 238px; top: 0px; bottom: 15px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666> [ooc;; is cool, no worries! :D <3] <br><br> “I would not deny pancakes to a fellow hero. However, for now, priority must go to the mission,” Albert said somewhat serenely. <br><br>... Lee could almost hear the shattering of her own heart. <br><br>Biting her lower lip, she had to keep it from trembling. And to restrain the grumbling of her own gut - which, thanks to their escapades, she had forgotten about - the girl pressed her free palm against it. As she did this, Lee found herself only able to watch, helplessly, as the man took a messy-looking piece and inserted it into his mouth. It... even though it was so badly extracted, it looked tasty. Oh so tasty. Gulping, the girl bent over slightly, a jolt of pain kicking her in the stomach. As the waitress came and left, she stayed in her slightly hunched position. Even when the woman left, she couldn't quite straighten up. So for the time being, she decided to manage in her keeled over stance. Or try to, anyway. <br><br> From there, Lee continued in her role as a helpless bystander. She watched as Albert poured the syrup carelessly, drenching the fluffy pancakes in the thick, sweet liquid. Biting her lip, she swallowed - somewhat loudly - the excess saliva that was already being generated in her mouth. Gah! No... must... resist! she thought, tearing her eyes away as the man took a smal slab of butter. As hungry as she was... she had some kind of hunch that this man was in much more serious need of the food than she. While she had also forgotten this in the midst of their 'drama', he was (essentially) a beggar. And surely he had some sort of good reason for this, so... so... she had to wait. It was part obligation, part-- dammit that food smells really, really good. <br><br> At some point, Lee's eyes had settled back on the pancakes as Albert began eating them. Blinking, it took a moment before she realized that this had happened. When the awareness settled in, she did not look away. In fact, it was almost as if she couldn't. Her eyes seemed glued to the food, her body apparently having no qualms about communicating the message her tongue could not. And it was quite obvious that Lee couldn't bring herself to outright ask for food, too. Instead of doing so, she slowly posed a question about the supposed Martian. "So... howsit goin'?" </div> </font> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Cranmerrily | Mar 17 2010, 11:58 PM Post #17 |
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The pancakes were fluffy. The syrup was sweet. The butter was buttery. Nothing that great about it. Dustin chewed and swallowed the food with disinterest, slowly releasing his grip on his stomach as he did. He raised his fork to stab at his plate again, but the girl’s (Or was it the puppet?) voice quickly interrupted him. A few seconds passed as he openly stared at her strange hunched position and the obvious hunger in her eyes. Oh. So she was hoping to eat. Whatever. “I believe the pancakes are taking effect,” he announced, glancing down at his torso. “The martian seems to have calmed down a bit. He’ll be tipsy soon, and we can begin the interrogation.” Dustin took another bite of his pancakes, paying no mind to Katalina, who seemed fixated on his meal. She was the one with the money. If she was that hungry, she should have gotten something for herself. Or, if she had used all her money, she could just go home and eat something there. Better yet, she could go right ahead and take one of the extra pancakes sitting on the platter. He wouldn’t stop her. With each bite he took, Dustin’s chewing got gradually slower. It was unintentional at first, but as he took notice of it, the action became more deliberate. He wanted to see what would happen, what this unusual girl and her dummy would do. Would she get mad or upset? Or perhaps try to drop more hints? Maybe she’d just grab one of the stinkin’ pancakes already. It was hard to say really, what with the contrast of Katalina’s timidity and the bluntness of Tessa. When he’d finally finished the last piece of his first pancake (In extra slow motion of course), Dustin raised his eyes to meet those of his company and blinked. “I think it’s time.” |
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| Indigo | Mar 21 2010, 06:14 PM Post #18 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="362" width="500"> <tr> <td style="background: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/lee.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width:250px; height:315px; right: 10px; left: 238px; top: 0px; bottom: 15px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666> Uneasily, Lee's gaze shifted from the pancakes to the man's face. When she noticed that he was simply staring at her, her eyes swiftly fell to the food again. Biting her lip, she stared intently at them, frightened, until he spoke. As he announced that they were apparently taking effect, she nodded. The movement of her head appeared to be weak, though even still she appeared to making some semblance of an effort nonetheless. Well... if they were at least making some sort of progress in their game, then that was good. Perhaps... for her hard work she would be rewarded with a bite or two? Surely even just a nibble would do... <br><br> Of course, it had occurred to Lee to order something else, or maybe just take one. However, despite the rationality of both choices, the girl found herself dismissing them very quickly. For one, she couldn't bear the thought of facing the waitress again. Just trying to ask for syrup and butter had been disastrously awkward and terrifying enough. She couldn't possibly try miming out an order again, and surely if she tried speaking it would just... just all fall to pieces. Besides, it seemed that they had weirded out the waitress - and the patrons - enough. They didn't need to deal with some kid who couldn't talk, either. As for taking one, well... again, he did appear to need them more. And what if he got angry? After all, it was quite rude to just reach out and grab food without being invited or openly asked. He had been the one who ordered them, too... Not only that, but what if he needs all of them to quell the maritan? she found herself thinking rather ridiculously, only realizing the thought's ludicrousy after it ran through her head. <br><br> Well, then. There always was the option of going somewhere else. But then she'd get the issue of talking to strangers all over again... Lowering her chin towards her chest, Lee let out a barely audible sigh. Why did she have to complicate a matter as simple as eating...? <br><br> Suddenly, before she could wallow further, Albert spoke: "I think it's time." Frowning a little, Lee's eyes flickered upward to meet his face. Then, almost tiredly, they fell back into her lap and 'Tessa' was raised a bit. However, even despite her apparent fraility her dummy's voice was as bright and energetic as ever. "Time fer what? Interrogation? 'Cause I really do love me a good ol' interrogation!" Pausing, she turned Skylar's face thoughtfully towards her lap for a moment before directing the dummy's visage to the man again. "But... uh, can't say I've interrogated a martian before. Whatcha gonna ask 'im? How d'ya even do it; is there a special technique?" </div> </font> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Cranmerrily | Apr 8 2010, 07:41 AM Post #19 |
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((Once Dustin gets his answers from the martian, I think I can wrap this up quickly. :) Just a couple more posts, perhaps?)) So she’d decided to keep quiet about the pancakes. Just where did this balance between timidity and extraversion lie? Dustin took a bite of his second pancake and chewed thoughtfully as Tessa spoke, questioning the interrogation process. Gulping down his food, he leaned forward to reply. “Only thing you have to do is end every sentence with ‘kerplop’ and he’ll tell us anything in this state,” he explained. “Mainly I need to know where the rest of the martians are located and where their base of operations is. I can go out and stop them then.” He put down his fork, placing it beside his plate, then directed his attention to his stomach. “Hey, watch him while I ask the questions,” he directed, prodding at his abdomen. “So Frigglemop… We meet again, kerplop. And where exactly did you come from, kerplop?!” |
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| Indigo | Apr 21 2010, 09:04 PM Post #20 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="362" width="500"> <tr> <td style="background: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/lee.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width:250px; height:315px; right: 10px; left: 238px; top: 0px; bottom: 15px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666> [ooc;; Sounds good! Also, really sorry for how long it's taken me. >_<] <br><br>Foodfoodfoodfoodfood-- <br><br>"Only thing you have to do is end every sentence with ‘kerplop’ and he’ll tell us anything in this state. Mainly I need to know where the rest of the martians are located and where their base of operations is. I can go out and stop them then.” Lee nodded absently as the man spoke. It was a bit of a struggle, trying to listen to him over the constant, twisting pain of an empty, hungry stomach. Somehow, though, the girl managed it. As the man, Albert, put down his fork, she pushed herself to place her focus on his words. This also proved to be difficult though. Seeing that vulnerable fork open to be snatched away was... very, very tempting to say the least. <br><br> But the reception of directions from Albert was just enough to keep her mind where it was 'supposed' to be. Nodding absently, she angled Skylar so that the dummy's line of vision was directed to his belly. From behind the wooden doll she also stared. Though, unlike the painted eyes of her puppet, her eyes continuously strayed from their line of sight, to the remainder of the food on the table. Yet, through continuous willpower through her almost crippling hunger, Lee managed to mumble a reply once Albert appeared to be finished with his interrogation. "He looks kinna dead," Skylar/Tessa said, lacking energy but somehow passing it off as sagely seriousness. "He's kinna flopped on the bottom o' yer stomach. But he's shakin' a fist, I think an'... an'... oh? He's talkin'. His ugly little alien mouth is movin' all right. We can't hear nothin', though, so what's 'e sayin'?" </div> </font> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Cranmerrily | Apr 25 2010, 07:12 AM Post #21 |
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((No problem! ^^)) “I see…” Dustin nodded solemnly at Tessa’s report, then, as she mentioned the martian speaking, perked up, as if listening carefully to a voice audible only to him. A few moments passed in silence as he gave the “alien” his attention, his expression changing from anger to shock and back again. Whatever it was talking about, it was obviously upsetting. Well, he’d played a rather satisfying game today. Food was acquired. Some fun was had. Time to wrap it up with a big finish. This girl would become boring if he hung around too long, and she was far too interesting for that. After remaining quiet for about a minute, Dustin suddenly jumped to his feet and slammed his hands onto the table, face twisted in fury. “What do you mean, kerplop?!” he bellowed, glaring fiercely at his stomach. “Tell me now, kerplop!” This demand was followed by a brief pause-- supposedly for the martian to answer. Once it had, he made a grab for the pitcher of orange juice and began to chug. Half the container was drained before he finally stopped, gasping for air and still glowering at his gut. By this time, the whole café was staring, stunned and bewildered by the sudden outburst. The waitress took a step forward, attempting to look assertive but keeping a safe distance. “E-excuse me, sir… I think you need to leave… please.” “Well, of course I’m leaving!” Dustin answered her, an urgency in his voice. “The world is doomed unless I leave now!” The young man scrambled away from his table, making a dash for the exit with the jug of orange juice still in hand. Reaching the door, he shouted without looking back, “Thanks, kid!” And with that, Dustin Rickard was gone… Along with the Fluorite Café’s glass pitcher. |
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