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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2009 17:05:02 GMT -8
“Good,” Pip said, in response to his sister’s nervous affirmation, “but be careful with him. I don’t think he wants to see a man and a woman kissing each other. He’s just heterophobic like that. Amri!” He began, hopefully before his sister could interject angrily, “How unfortunate to see you again! Now don’t sleep with my sister too much, okay? I’ve got my hands full with this wedding and a shotgun wedding involves even more planning, so take it easy, man, okay? Or I just might have to kill you.”
And with that, he walked away very quickly, like the coward he was. He waved briefly to Cea, who had just arrived and then nearly ran into Aden, who grabbed him by the shirt and stuffed a handful of grain down it.
“Hey!” He squirmed about. “Not nice!” He protested, glaring at her as pieces of oats and cracked corn (which he fed to his goats, not to his horse, thank you very much) fell out of his shirt, but the only way to get it out was to undo the Sporran that held his kilt in place. This he did and his kilt fell to the ground to reveal…basketball shorts. They were mostly black, but had silver up each side. He now looked rather ridiculous, as the grain fell onto the floor once more.
“Thanks a lot.” He said, still glaring at his girlfriend. “Now I have to figure out how to put this on again.” And he began to do just that, squirming until he got the garment to fit over his shorts. “And now I have to get used to the skirt-like feeling all over again….Aden…” He whined, “…couldn’t have Moira have fallen in love with chain mail or very strange hats?”
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Oct 22, 2009 17:41:38 GMT -8
She opened her mouth, disgusted retort brewing in her mind, but instead, she just kind of froze as her brother walked away as she forced herself to keep her eyes open so bad images wouldn't emerge. You know how when some people blush really hard, their ears turn red? Well, what happened to Yuliya was that her scalp turned red. This...was...not...good.
So she tried to distract herself by looking at Amri's confused face. No, he didn't get anything of what had just been said, so he was just blinking over and over again. He shot her this look, and she shook her head ever so slightly, and this was returned by a similarly slight nod of his head. If this conversation had taken place verbally, it would have been something like this. "What...the...f***...?" "No, don't ask. It's my family, remember?" "Oh...OH, right."
"Pip, you do know those two statements were completely contradictory, right?!!" she shouted out before turning swiftly around to find some sort of a distraction from bad images. Looking in Amri's direction did not help...at all, so instead, her eyes locked on the first person she saw.
"CEA! Hi! How are you? What's your favorite color? Can you ride a bike? Do you know how to whistle?"
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Post by Deimos Tokarev on Oct 25, 2009 17:45:03 GMT -8
"Jesus.....bloody.....f***!" Deimos hopped around his chambers as tried to get the kilt on around his waist. Goddamn scottish traditions, why cant they just wear trousers like the rest of the world.
In a fit of anger he threw the kilt on the floor and stamped on it with both feet like a child having a temper tantrum, granted his frustration was getting him very close into beating the floor with his fists and wailing. He stopped panting and looked down at the kilt....d***.....wrecked. One of his groomsmen knocked on the door.
"Ummm, Deimos, do you need any help in there?" Deimos yelled at the door high pitched voice, typical of him when he was this annoyed "No, I dont want any help in here, just get me another d*** kilt!" "You should also know that your half an hour late" Deimos started to bang his head against the wall. First there was the flowers, then there was the catering, then there was the issue with five other couples wanting to hold their weddings in the same spot. He had dispatched these problems quickly and easily. A master of sciences and he cant even get a kilt on. "Why the f*** did you not tell that that half an hour ago!" Deimos squealed "Find her and tell her I'll be there soon" Deimos sighed and bored himself a drink as he heard the footsteps of the groomsman fade down the corridor, that and lone groomsman muttering to himself "Butthead" "I heard that!"
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Post by Cossett Le'fee on Oct 25, 2009 18:17:09 GMT -8
Gerda looked at the people around and leaned against a tree. As normal she had opted out of a dress in favor of a white button down shirt with short slaves a black tie black short slaved jacket white fingerless gloves, and black top hat perched on her red curly hair. Of course she could only wear this outfit now that she had lost so much weight on her new diet. (Sorry couldn't resist bragging 60 lb's! GO ME!) She found herself hating the layers of makeup she had put on. Of course they might have wanted her to dress in some traditional Scottish dress but, as she did not and never would own one....
Still she was happy for Moira. She decided to find her. Carefully and slowly as she was no expert in walking in heels she started to walk about, and promptly trip over some rock. "s***!" she swore loudly as she hit the ground and her hat went in god knows what direction.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 26, 2009 8:36:40 GMT -8
Cea grinned at Aden as she called her an idiot, though she held up her hands in an attempt to protect herself from the shower of grain. She then stuck her tongue out at Aden and mock glared, crossing her arms over her chest. She managed to look slightly annoyed for all of two seconds before she burst out laughing as she watching Pip get grain down his shirt. She smiled as Chesi, shrugging slightly. "I hope Moira didn't get stood up or something. Where's Deimos?" She asked, as if expecting Chesi to know. She waved back to Pip before her attention was drawn to Yuliya.
She turned to look at her, staring at her in surprise before laughing once more. "Hi! I'm good, how are you!? My favorite colour is green, Yes I can ride a bike and I used to be able to whistle, when I didn't have braces. Now you feeling okay, Yules?" She asked, grinning stupidly. She ignored Amri because she was, she had to admit, a bit afraid of him.
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Post by roren on Oct 26, 2009 21:10:21 GMT -8
Sighing, Roren made a grand entrance...if by grand you mean ordinary, and by entrance, you mean walked a few paces into the scene. He'd been told that this was a special occasion and, although somewhat new among this company, he knew that it was his obligation to be here. Apparently there was to be some kind of joining of two people in hol-
Oh, who was he kidding? He was here because he'd been told there would be free food, and he didn't really have to do anything. Watching the scene unfold before him, he suddenly had the strangest urge to bring the palm of his hand to his face in a very condescending manner...an urge which he resisted, naturally, but remained there nonetheless. He decided to speak up to announce his presence.
"Hullo there, all. I guess I'm here...though I'm not quite sure where here is, and I'm not quite sure why."
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Oct 27, 2009 20:42:11 GMT -8
Laughing Chesi said to Cea," If Deimos did anything like that, i certainly think he'd be running for his life. But then again I don't think he'd do it he ain't that stupid." Giggling a little Chesi then turned around in her seat to see a newcomer. (Well it was someone she'd never seen before, Duh...).
Chuckling at what he said she and sitting there she said, "well then if you're not sure why you are, or where even here is, I might just take a guess that your here for the food and not the wedding." Grinning as she held her hands in her lap as she looked at him from where she sat.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 5, 2009 12:15:39 GMT -8
Pip ignored his sister's call after him as he walked away, smirking, and doing it much better than Amri. He had said that Amri might be upset at the sight of a male and female kissing; he hadn't said anything about Amri sleeping with his sister. They were two completely different things. He was still convinced that Amri was gay, but he was also a manwhore and therefore would do whatever he could to get laid and because Yules was so in love with him, well, the poor excuse for a mercenary was set.
"Roren!" Pip called, as the other best man appeared in the room. "I need you to find Deimos' shoes and write "HELP ME" on the soles in white paint while I go find him and drag him out there."
Glancing at his watch, he received a mild shock. They were supposed to be at starting the procession, which he had...messed with at this very moment.
"Oh, crap, I've got to get him right now!" Spinning around, slipping and nearly falling on the slick, grain-covered floor in his slippery-soled boots, which were meant for riding, not running. Catching himself before he hit the ground, he continued running, just as hazardously, toward the exit, calling to his girlfriend on the way out.
"Aden! Get Moira into her wedding dress, or make her do whatever brides do before they get married."
He ran down the hall, nearly running into several people, arriving finally to pound on the groom's door.
"Deimos! Get your kilt on! The wedding is about to start."
((*snickers*))
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Post by Ismene Alekos on Nov 10, 2009 15:43:51 GMT -8
Milly almost flew into the area. Collapsing on the ground, she gasped for air for a few moments before she had enough breath to get out,
"Am I late?"
Letting her eyes wander, she caught sight of a few familiar faces, including... could it possibly be...
"ROREN!!" she exclaimed, getting up and forcing her tired legs to run as fast as they could in order for her to glomp her friend. Ignoring what Pip was saying, she clung to him and didn't let go.
"Yay for you being here!" the hyperactive teen quipped, clearly pulled between exhaustion from her rush to get there and her... excitement about what was about to happen.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Nov 11, 2009 16:45:27 GMT -8
Aden made a point of standing right where she was, just so that Pip would remember she didn't particularly follow his orders, before walking slowly towards where Moira should be in the Bride's room. That's not to say she actually would be, no matter what the rules were. Her twin wasn't one to follow rules. Then again, neither was she. When she reached the door she simply opened it and strode in. Forget knocking, that was for other people to do. No, Aden simply walked in and let the door swing shut behind her.
"Pip went to find out what the hell is up with the Bastard. I'm supposed to get you into your wedding dress and 'make you do whatever it is brides do before they get married'. Farmboy's words, not mine." She said in a rather bored tone as she leaned against the wall beside the door.
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 11, 2009 16:59:45 GMT -8
She'd been staring in the mirror, looking at herself, pondering what the root of all evil was. She'd finally come to the conclusion - while examining her eye, no les - the root of all evil was 42. No, seriously, it was. It made perfect sense. The answer to life, the universe, eveything, it's 42. And without life, the universe, everything, there wouldn't be any evil. Therefore, the root of all evil was 42!
It was faulty logic, most likely, but Moira wasn't given a chance to blow any holes through it: someone had invaded her little bride room thing, causing her to spin around, hands half-raised for a fight. When she saw that it was only her Twin, Moira relaxed and straightened up.
"Ah, then," Moira said after Aden had informed her of what was going on, "I never did find out if Deimos wanted the kilt or the dress...." she sounded almost wistful, but quickly shoved it away in favor of the more pressing matter.
Which was, where was the dress?
"You, ah, don't happen to know where my wedding dress is, do you?" Moira inquired politely, going for whatever dignity she could. It was such a pretty dress, and she really hoped it hadn't gotten stolen before she could trash it...
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