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| Topic Started: Apr 30 2007, 04:00 PM (142 Views) | ||
| SkyWise | Apr 30 2007, 04:00 PM Post #1 | |
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Domenique was one of the people you either hated or liked upon the first glance. What differed from most of these people were that you would most likely keep your first opinion, even after you had talked to her. She was the kind of person who you either found endearing or someone who managed to get completely under your skin. And not in a good way. Her family did a bit of both. It was surprising how much the mood of a person could alter her own mood against you in a heartbeat. Actually, one ought to be careful unless one wanted to end up with a few lose teeth and a broken nose. "How come you never make yourself useful?!" Dom merely rolled her eyes at her mother's inane question before looking back into the book she had previously been burrowing her nose into. Her mother, now standing in front of her lifted her hand from her hip and snatched the book right our of Dom's grip, an ugly scowl plastered on her face. "Listen when I talk to you!" She snapped, bringing a knuckle down on Domhead, making the teenager wince and glare angrily up at the evil things that somehow spawned her. Several replies flitted through her scattered thoughts but she didn't voice any of them, not wanting to risk a verbal thrashing. 'Yeah, I must be such a pain to have around. You tell me this whenever someone at work upsets you by telling you of *their* perfect daughter.' Sullenly, she listened to the rest of her mother's rant, while her mother remained oblivious to her internal comments. Luckily. Daily complaint over with, her mother sauntered outside and Domowered after her before, till with her eyes trained on her mother, chucked the reclaimed book at the doorway, hitting her older brother Ivan square in the face. "Hey!" "Stop eavesdropping, scamp!" He looked positively scandalized and they stared at each other for a minute before they broke out in peals of laughter, the bad mood evaporating as the two siblings engaged in a fierce tickle/tug-war that had them both gasping for air in the matter of minutes. "Same old?" "As always. I'm not being girly enough. I have no idea how that qualifies as 'useful' though." "Why, not girly enough? Is she referring to your hair? Your clothes? Maybe your lack of fashion sense? Or perhaps even your interest in action movies, or that you insisted on taking that kick-boxing class?" "Hey, that class kicked ass. Literally. And be quiet runt. I'm not the one prancing around, picking flowers like a ninny!" "Once! I was drunk!" "Yeah, I'm sure you enjoyed it too!" The chatter was light and the insult familiar, the two of them easing into their daily routine before getting off the couch, as to not waste the whole day. As Ivan passed her he tossed her a bottle off green iced tea and ruffled her shoulder-long hair, making her curse him for messing up her hair yet again. "You're leaving tomorrow right? Be sure to torment Yuriy before you go." She grinned at him, holding the bottle up and doing a mock-salute. "Will do!" Then she downed the bottle of tea. Precious tea.... Later on, when she had poured a bucket of paint over the hardworking Yuriy(He had been in the back yard at the time, the silly boy) she walked to her room, taking a quick detour into both her brother's rooms, nicking two small souvenirs that would remind her of them. Trinkets of course, but she'd be sure to hear from them this way, if only to shout at her for nicking them. Feeling pleased at her stealthy-ness, she crept into her own room, tossed the trinkets into her already packet backpack and let herself fall down on the bed, despite the early hour. Then again, she'd have to go quite far to reach the lab tomorrow. And she hated goodbyes...better to leave without having to endure it. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, the alarm clock ticking softly in the background. Snatching an apple from the fruit bowl placed on the table, she yawned at the early hour and hauled the backpack with her, not bothering to put it on her shoulder yet. "Yeah..so...goodbye people!" She said to the eerily quiet house, the door closing behind her with a soft click. "Crap, I forgot my keys inside...oh well...Probably not going to need it anytime soon." |
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| Alexandra | May 1 2007, 05:48 PM Post #2 | |
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Test-mod. (: As you would notice later, you seemed to have gathered more trinkets than you remembered. Somehow, a brand new Pokétch and an Escape Rope with three charges had found their way into your bag, along with a small purse filled with 3,000 zenni. Upon further inspection, one would also find a hastily sprawled note, reading, 'Miss you being around!', probably from your brother. Well, off you go, then. Obtained: 1 Pokétch 1 (Equipped with 3 charges)3,000z
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