May 24, 2015
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Squints at Roy.
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Angry grumbling.
Squints at Roy.
;) ((for bunbun and ghostie gal =w= ))
“Her hips- U-Um- And her strength-” (Melodie)
“Her cute little face- Whenever it lights up from being happy.. a-and y-yeah-” (Kinshu)
“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
“I-I’m s-scared- w-what d-do I-I d-do? I-If y-you t-touch m-me, I-I’ll h-hurt y-you-!”
((...*slowly inches away from the Percy stuff*))
misplaced-melodie replied to your post:((*STARES*))
EHEHEHEHEHE WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT BEING OVER HIM?
((....nooooothing.))
((Watching misplaced-melodie and littleartie interact in the mermaid thread like))
Melodie padded up to the young boy, sucking on her binky and looking at him with wide eyes. She hide most of her face with the giant stuffed bunny she was holding, shyly shifting her feet. Mommy had told her to say hello to the new boy but all she was able to do was stare. He had funny hair. She liked it.
Arthur had just moved from the United Kingdom to be closer to his Uncle Lance in the states. It was a strange, yet exciting experience! He rode a huge plane and is now living in a new house with a big backyard.
The strange new place his mommy left him at was filled with kids. They looked friendly, but no one approached him besides a violet little girl. She had a giant stuffed bunny. He had never seen one that big.
Pulling his thumb from his mouth, he gripped his orange blanket. "Hi! 'm Art'ur." He introduced with a thick British accent. "W'at's your name? W'at's your bunny's name?" He pointed to the giant stuffed animal.
Closed Thread with Misplaced-Melodie: Intruder
The many spirits that lived in the dark, eerie mansion in the woods had hope, for the first time in years, that they could save the newest "guest" to stumble into this place.
The female spirit had entered the mansion a few moments ago, the choral ghosts the first to notice her, quickly followed by the possessed suits of armor, rusted out from years of disuse and the sheer air of corruption, of hatred that just bubbled through this place, the painting ghosts the last to notice her, too aged, too damaged by the toxic aura of this place to really be bothered with leaving their frames. At first they were all slow to act, fearing instant retaliation from their master...
...but as the halls stayed silent, as the air seemed undisturbed by his violent flames and they did not get feel the master's presence approaching, one choral ghost lifted its head, steeling itself, and darted towards the intruder.
The tiny spirit did not get far, a high-pitched, musical scream echoing through the halls, the other spirits fleeing, none even getting close to the intruder, not even within earshot of her: they knew better by now.
They would not be able to save this one.
Lewis stepped into the foyer of the lavish, sprawling mansion, magenta flames lighting the many candles in the room and the chandelier above as if on cue, as if responding the master of the house's presence, afraid to remain dark in his wake. The ghoul's voice was calm, welcoming, yet anyone, living or dead could feel the dark, toxic aura he was giving off: this was a sick, sick monster of a former human being...
"Ahh, hello there, my lady. What brings you here, love?"
