I'd kiss you if it wouldn't kill me

Well, I suppose dying's as good an excuse as any to start living." || This is a role-play blog for Pushing Daisies' Charlotte "Chuck" Charles. This blog is OC friendly! Mun is under 18 while the muse is over 18. ||

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omg yay my white count is all good and everything is all good and

my sedimentation rate is a 5???

I AM CRY YESSSSS

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Sigh I want to reply to things, but I'm just-- my muse is so dead right now man. On another note, SAMANTHA BAAAAARKS.

So, yeah. I probably won't reply to anything tonight because meh.

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A pause as they considered how the Pie Maker might react if he knew they had discovered his half brothers.

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Sabella had gone out for a walk in the cool weather, but just when she felt the hustle and bustle of the outside world get her mind, her stomach began to rumble. “Oh,” The girl sighed, looking down at her tummy. She hadn’t explored her current location enough to know just where the best restaurant was located, so she’d walk into the first one that she spots. Her welcoming eyes scan over a small, pie shop? A pie shop? Correct. As she makes her way inside, the smell of fresh pies fill her nostrils, causing a shiver to run up and down her spine— it was a good kind of shiver. “Kitty?” Sabella muses, taking the menu from the stranger’s hand. “My name is Sabella. I haven’t eaten pie in about ten years. Which is your favorite?”

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    Of course it was a pie shop! It was called the Pie Hole, and, well, it quite literally looked like an actual pie. "It's nice to meet you, Sabella! --Ten years?" It was funny how to someone, pie might be an obsession and those pies surrounded their everyday life. To another, however, pie might not be as important. "My favorite..? Oh, well... there are so many pie flavors to choose from! Blueberry is a good choice, but the apple pie with gruyère cheese is, as well..." Charlotte Charles answered, soon continuing, "To be completely honest with you, they're all good. It really depends what you're in the mood for, or just what pie you would generally prefer."

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“Yeah. You’d be the first to know.” He mumbled. Oh man, he needed to stop verbalizing his thoughts. Wait, was verbalizing even a word? Anyway, eventually he gave the menu back to Chuck. “Milk would be good.” Sometimes, he would sneak in a flask to spike his own drink. However, something keeps telling him not to make a fool out of himself right away. Must be the prof’s doing or something. 

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    "I'll be right back with that!" Charlotte Charles said as she made her way to the kitchen and kept her word. As she did so, though, she wondered what sort of case that Emerson and the pie-maker were dealing with as of now. A few minutes later, Chuck arrived at the redhead's table, pie in hand, along with a glass of milk. "Is that all?"

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“Pie Pops? What Pie Pops?” The Pie-Maker raised his eyebrows at Chuck, his hands instinctively help behind his back to keep himself from accidentally touching his childhood sweetheart. His confusion continued to grow as she pulled out what looked to be a bite-sized pie piece backed onto a wooden lolipop stick. 

“I—didn’t say that we would put these on the menu — not that I’m saying that this is a bad idea, which it isn’t. But I’m still a traditionalist at heart and I’ve already made room for your cup pies but now you’re got these pie pops, and…” He trailed off. “When did you come talk to me about these?”

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    "These Pie Pops! They're smaller than a cup pie, and my honey is baked into the crust. It'd be perfect for those customers who want a quick snack!" Charlotte Charles, too, could feel her confusion increasing as well. As for the pie pop, Chuck held it by the tip of the stick. Therefore, if Ned were to take it from her, her hand wouldn't come into contact with his.

    Charlotte's gaze averted to the pie pop ever now and then as she listened to the Pie-Maker's question. "Just a few hours ago," Chuck answered, curious as to how the pie-maker could forget such a recent occurrence. "--about two and a half hours ago, to be exact."

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“Yeah! They do. Whenever I bake them myself, or bring any extras back from work.” She mentioned as she walked toward the fridge to open it and grab the left over slices. Then, she carefully placed them into the toaster oven for a short time. “They don’t call me the Pie Girl for nothing.” She chuckled, “They say I’m good, but honestly? I’ve learned from the best.” Not only did Cass inherit her mother’s looks, but also her father’s gift of bringing things back to life. 

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    "The best? And who might that be?" Chuck asked, curious. Of course, the young woman wasn't going to blatantly come out and say that she had learned from her parents, also known as Chuck herself along with the Pie-Maker. Too soon; spoilers! "You know, you ought to meet Ned! I'm sure you two would get along." That was, because the two seemed to share a pie obsession of some sort. Charlotte Charles then leaned over the kitchen counter, awaiting the moment when the eggplant pie would be ready to be eaten.

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ooc;;

Screeech, hiya~. ;w;

Lucky for me, I don't have drama today, but this is the schedule for the week.

UNTIL 6 PM CRIES

I actually won't be going to practice on Thursday, because I'm getting some tests done and shit. Yaaaay.

Anyway, I'm going to get to ALL replies when I get home later. So... Yeah~.

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OFFLINE!

Well, it's about time I'd get to bed. Replies will be posted tomorrow! Good night, all~!

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[dear mun]

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“I tell her the same thing, but she’s kind of stubborn. I’m not a writer. I make pies, and solve detective work, but that isn’t the point.” 

“… And apparently I’m huggable? Since when?”

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"Oh Ned, you've always been huggable. I just can't do that hugging so often."

"Anyway, it's ridiculous! She's always begging me to write these replies. And if I do, what's the use? It isn't going to benefit her in the end..."

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“All these new vibrations and colors, man…” Sean mused to himself, in awe, while he looked at the current surroundings - it’s more vibrant around here than anywhere else. Like, really. And he’s actually sober at the moment. “Am I dreaming?” Once he heard someone speaking to him, he turned around and noticed Charlotte Charles, or Kitty, in this particular case. “Oh, hey there.” The boy who can do sonar grinned, slightly distracted by the pretty woman, pretty colors, pretty everything! Then, he snapped back into reality, quickly grabbing the menu.  ”Sorry, uh-” Glancing at the various pie flavors, while trying to sorta hide due to embarrassment, eventually he ordered. “Chocolate satin, please?” Sadly, no oreos, but that’s okay. Maybe next time, perhaps.

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    "Dreaming..? Well, I'm not sure, to be completely honest! You tell me." Little did Charlotte Charles know that this young man had visited the Pie Hole once before. And by visited, I mean practically popped out of nowhere. Oblivious to the fact that the other had tried to hide himself due to his embarrassment, Chuck simply smiled and mentally took down his order. "--And, would you like anything to drink along with that?" Chuck asked, awaiting the redhead's answer. It was pretty funny, actually. This young man reminded Chuck of Haruko Hiromitsu's good friend, Emilia Evans. Or, perhaps it was the other way around, now. It depends on whoever was older.

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[dear mun]

"No, I can't write these replies for you, mun!"

"You're never going to learn anything if I do."

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“Really? That’s fantastic!” She smiled cheerfully, “Thanks!” It was only a matter of time before Cassandra would admit the truth. For now, it was too early. She wouldn’t want to scare away the guest. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure there’s enough for us.” She motioned the other to follow her into the kitchen. “Besides, it’s once in a while that I actually get to eat my own pies.” However, the young woman was beginning to slip away some hints, like this one in particular.

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    Hearing such a thing wouldn't necessarily scare Charlotte Charles. It would be a more of a I can't believe this sort of situation, and there would be a lot of questions to be asked. Chuck listened to Cassandra as she followed her into the kitchen. "What, do all of those housemates of yours usually eat it all?" No, the Lonely Tourist didn't suspect the young woman couldn't eat her own pies because of the re-ripened fruit problem.

[ggggggggggggggggggggggggggsstuf]

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Lee Pace and Anna Friel’s kiss at Comic-Con 2007 (x)

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      If people were rain,

              Ned was d r i z z l e,

   and Chuck was a H U R R I C A N E.

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    The pie-maker and private investigator Emerson Cod were to solve yet another murder case and Emerson refused to let the pie girl tag along. She'll find a way to tag along later, though. Therefore, Charlotte Charles began to clean up the kitchen. It was when she was cleaning the kitchen counter that another customer entered the Pie Hole. Quickly, she grabbed the menu and handed it to the customer. "Hello, and welcome to the Pie Hole! I'm Kitty." A lie. "What can I get for you?"

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“Sure? I mean -” Even though Ned stumbled a bit on his words, still feeling the buzz after that kiss. “Yes, of course. Why not?” Once again, his lips curled into a smile. Although he (usually) couldn’t eat his own pies, on the bright side, he can try hers, obviously. 

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    "Help yourself!" Chuck said, a smile on her face as she discarded the barrier that was previously between the two into the trash. Then, she placed the plastic wrap box neatly on top of the counter as she spoke, "They're cherry Pie Pops, by the way. --And, I made sure to use fresh fruit rather than your re-ripened fruit so you'd be able to try them."