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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 5, 2003 0:42:36 GMT -5
The male looked back down at Chalai. "So, ladies, what are your names? They must be pretty for beautiful women like yourself." He said, with a sly smile. He looked over at the hills nearby and was quiet. They were covered in roses. He watched a bunch of doves fly above it and he sighs almost inaudibly, wishing he hadn't changed this way since his daughter died and since his mate dumped him.
He looked away quickly and back at the others.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2003 21:11:48 GMT -5
Chalai rolled her eyes. She was a little leary at giving out her name to strangers, but figured this guy wasn't really bad, and anyway, she could defend herself if he tried anything funny. 'Chalai,' she said, combing absently through thick red fur with one paw.
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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 5, 2003 22:17:44 GMT -5
"Beautiful name for a beautiful gal." He said, smiling.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2003 11:44:16 GMT -5
Chalai rolled her eyes again.
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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 8, 2003 20:51:25 GMT -5
He laughed, not knowing what else to do. He leaned back lazily.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2003 12:02:37 GMT -5
Chalai, bored with this, went out into the yard and started doing cartwheels.
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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 10, 2003 2:27:12 GMT -5
Demon looked back out over the grass, wanting company, yet not wanting to seem...er...like a sheep. He always felt like the black sheep, a lone wanderer, an outcast.
He turned, watching Chalai do cartwheels. He sighed, wishing he was happy again. He leaned down against the sunlit porch, drooped his sunglasses down and closed his eyes, for fear he'd burst into tears.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2003 11:01:38 GMT -5
Switched from cartwheels to back handsprings, then noticed Demon. Walking back up to the porch, Chalai said, 'Ok, out with it. Something's wrong, right?'
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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 10, 2003 21:22:10 GMT -5
He looked up. "What makes you figure such a thing?" He asked nervously. He was lucky the shades were dark, his shifty eyes watching everyone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2003 9:37:10 GMT -5
'Cause,' said Chalai, 'You act like you're gonna bust up crying at any time now.'
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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 11, 2003 14:48:29 GMT -5
He laughed, almost too heartily. "Ma'am, I believe that if I knew I was going to cry, I would have done it by now." But, realizing he wasn't fooling anyone, he decided he might as well tell his story.
"My daughter, Lela, was 12 years old and living it up famously. She had everything you could ask for, friends, family, love. One day she started throwing up and being plain old sick, and that was when we discovered she had an uncurable and undiscovered disease that had been infecting Neopets for weeks. 4 weeks after being diagnosed, Lela died in front of her best friend, Air. Shortly after, my wife of 3 years ((OOC NOTE: It was actually around 6 months....bear with me)) decided that a divorce would be best and that we should remain 'friends'." He sighed. "You could even say I'm losing all reason to live."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2003 16:44:20 GMT -5
Chalai was speechless, which was an unusual thing for the sarcastic red Lupe. She had assumed this guy was some regular weirdo off the street. 'I-- I'm sorry,' she said.
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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 11, 2003 21:08:51 GMT -5
He smiled lightly, and for once, his regular, kind side shone through his shell. "Yeah. I bet I seemed like a tough guy, but I'm a huge softie." He was holding back his urge to cry, he didn't want to cry.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2003 18:44:43 GMT -5
Chalai didn't know what else to do, so she left him and went back to doing gymnastics in the yard, pounding on the ground extra-hard for each back handspring. She didn't know any other way to express emotion than to beat things up, so this worked.
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Post by cookiedoughx on Nov 12, 2003 20:26:53 GMT -5
When she was gone, he let the tears come. They flowed like rivers down his white fur. His sadness came out in those tears. He sat up then and was ready to run away.
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