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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 23, 2008 11:09:58 GMT -5
He snapped quickly out of his thoughts from her wary tone of voice. He turned in blinking surprise, forcing the smile back, his face emotionless."I don't understand what you're talking about..." he spoke smoothly, crossing his arms over his chest."I was simply spacing off, is all.." he murmured, lying with ease."What were you thinking of? Did it have something to do with my questions.." he asked calmly, interest piqued. He hadn't been interested by a humans thoughts or actions in a rather long time, it was refreshing...
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Post by Foofy Miru on Oct 24, 2008 1:25:36 GMT -5
She had to pause for a second before she could answer; the bite of toast was so large it took her two or three swallows to get the entire thing down. She coughed slightly, as even the last gulp was too large, and answered him in a slightly hoarse voice. "Of course it does, what else would I be talking about? And I don't believe you, so spill," Mala ordered, setting the plate in front of the dark computer monitor--one of the few empty spaces on her desk. Vertigo perked up at this movement, a large dollop of drool barely missing Mala's shoe as the dog fixated on the abandoned food.
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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 24, 2008 11:40:40 GMT -5
"You're going insane, what could I be planning when I'm this bored?" he spoke calmly, raising an eyebrow."And lower your voice unless you want your family to think you're talking to yourself.." he murmured, crossing his arms.
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Post by Foofy Miru on Oct 24, 2008 12:01:25 GMT -5
"Bored is the most dangerous state of mind, especially when it comes to planning things. Again, I don't believe you," Mala answered, though she did pause to wedge the very tip of the toe of her shoe into the little depression in which the computer's power button sat on the dusty tower just to the side of her desk, and she did lower her voice a notch. "And, really, do you think I don't usually talk to 'myself' for one reason or another?" She answered, this time her voice taunting and sneaky, despite the mentally ill implications this little reassurance put on the table. She snatched up one of the last two pieces of toast, worried that it might have gotten cold by now, and began eating a little faster. Without much more than a brief glance backwards at the computer, she selected her user, and it greeted her with the noisy windows log-on tinkle. "Lo and behold, the infinite excuse to talk to yourself," she said in the kind of falsely impressed tone you'd expect from a bored tour guide trying to pay his or her own way through college.
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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 24, 2008 20:23:56 GMT -5
Domonic paused, staring at the list of contacts. His lips quivered as his gaze shifted from the girl to the computer. Unable to stand it anymore he burst out laughing, hunched over as if he had just been punched in the stomach, eyes shut tightly as the laughter had not yet died down."WHAT THE HELL!!" he laughed, his whole body quivering from the extremely happy action."THIS is an excuse!? By god! Ahaha.." he fell to his knees, clenching at his stomach as he laughed much harder, his stomach tightening from the hard and long laughter.
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Post by Foofy Miru on Oct 24, 2008 21:53:47 GMT -5
"Huh?" She turned away from the instant messenger window that had opened itself; she had been in the process of setting her status to 'Busy'. "Oh, shut up. I didn't mean literally talking to myself..." She looked up at the sound of her father calling her name, and quickly pulled up a browser window. "Shut up and hide, you idiot," she hissed, motioning for him to get behind the bed, at the very least.
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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 26, 2008 19:21:09 GMT -5
Dominic moved his hand to his lips, stifling the loud bursts that wished to continue on. He nodded, hearing the steps as he well he quickly stepped out the window and jumped to the roof, landing with a forced light tap. He laid down on his stomach, still holding back the laughter as he waited to hear he was clear to go back in.
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Post by Foofy Miru on Oct 26, 2008 21:52:21 GMT -5
((Is it not a sunny day anymore? xD))
Mala turned as her father knocked on and promptly opened the door. William looked around suspiciously as he stepped into the room. He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing before opening again. "Is everything alright? I thought I heard a boy in here." His tone was shocked, confused, and a little bit hard, as if he'd been ready to scold her. He stepped open to the window--open, which was fairly unusual for Mala unless it was warm out, which it really wasn't very warm today--and peered out, glancing across the side-yard, looking for any traces of hiding boys.
"Dad, calm down," Mala ordered in an irritated voice. Okay, so he was.. acting calm, but still. "It was the computer," she assured him, jabbing a thumb at the screen. On the screen, the browser was maximized, displaying a paused YouTube video about a quarter of the way done. At the bottom of the screen, a lone box on the taskbar blinked bright orange. She skimmed the name on the minimized instant messaging window, before speaking again. "Summer just sent me some video she'd made with a couple other kids from school for an assignment. I didn't realize the volume was turned up so high."
"But what was with all the laughing? ... And who's Summer?" He shook his head slightly as he asked this, hugely confused by his teenage daughter's antics. Oh, how he wished his wife were around to deal with this..
"Summer's a sophomore. She moved to town a couple weeks ago. Why's that important?" Mala asked in an attempt to change the subject, maybe turn it around and make him feel bad for butting into her room for such a stupid reason.
"But the laughing--"
"The video is all bloopers. David threw together all the mess-ups and outtakes from their project because they finished early," Mala lied easily, only hoping he wouldn't notice the fact that the title on the Youtube video said nothing about bloopers or school assignments. Instead, it was something about a singing cat... She'd simply clicked on one of the "featured videos" on the web site's homepage.
"Who'd David?" William flipped around, eying Mala suspiciously. Okay, now he was just fishing for excuses. Something to be right about, at least.
"Oh my god. Dad. Calm down. He's one of the guys in Summer's class. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" She didn't expect a very good answer... If one at all.
Will hesitated, looking for some explanation. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it.
"What, do you not trust me?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and couldn't help but be a little hurt by this.
"No!" Will exclaimed, his town exasperated. His face contorted and stiffened, and he opened his mouth as if he were about to start groaning or sobbing. "I just..." He released an irritated, gasping sigh. "I worry about you," he decided. It was the best he could come up with..
Mala's face went completely blank. "Dad," she explained calmly, "I'm not Roxanne. I know the difference between good and bad when it comes to boys." She sighed, shaking her head. "Now, will you please?" She gestured towards the door. "And I promise I'll turn down the volume," she added, rolling her eyes.
He slumped, rubbing his eyes wearily with the fingers of one hand. "... Fine.I'm sorry," he supplied, patting Mala on the shoulder. He reached past her, picking up the empty plate before leaving the room. In an attempt to get back in the offended Mala's good graces, Will paused at the door. "Odie and Oreo get two feeding blocks for breakfast, right?"
"Yeah.. Thanks, Dad," she answered absently as he took the plate. She rolled over to the door, kicking at the floor to move the little swivel chair as its wheels hit carpet, and pushed the door shut after him with her foot. She backed up, back onto the plastic chair mat, and turned back to the computer to greet Summer... Who wasn't really even in a video editing class.
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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 27, 2008 21:26:29 GMT -5
(nuts, I forgot....Twilight theory?)
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Post by Foofy Miru on Oct 27, 2008 21:50:26 GMT -5
((We agreed on more of an allergy idea... 'Member? We didn't want to copy twilight and burning to death in the sun seemed absolutely ridiculous so we discussed an in-between...))
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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 28, 2008 20:38:12 GMT -5
Domnic immediately stepped back in, grumbling he slipped his hand away from his arm, his skin a little red and puffy."...d**n.." he snapped, scratching his cheek lightly to rid the itch."d**n sunlight.."he snapped, struggling to move his hand away to stop scratching himself."You should've forced me into your closet or something! Now look what happened!" he hissed, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looked around."This sucks.."
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Post by Foofy Miru on Oct 28, 2008 22:06:58 GMT -5
Mala rose both eyebrows, surprised by his reaction to the sun. "I didn't tell you to jump out the window," Mala pointed out. "I was pointing at the bed." She resisted the urge to laugh, which she found fairly easy as she reminded herself of his allergy-like reaction to the sun. She pointed at his red arm; it looked vaguely like some sadistic mix between a painful sunburn and a rash. "So that's the real reaction a vampire has to the sun? No flames, no shiny rainbow diamond sparkle effect?" Not that she'd ever taken much credit to either-- they were both largely unbelievable for the same very obvious reason--but they seemed to be the two most popular theories since the author of Twilight had suggested the latter. Instant Messenger rang at her almost a dozen times in quick succession, and as she waited for her answer, Mala found herself leaning sideways to tell a very persistent Summer and a newly logged on Emily a very quick "Shut up, please. Brb" before turning back around.
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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 29, 2008 20:16:17 GMT -5
"Diamond sparkling effect? Where'd you get THAT theory?" he snapped, ignoring the rude gesture of point."But yes, this is the reaction to the sun." he grumbled, sitting roughly on her bed."Now all the fun is sucked away.." he sighed, looking with slight interest at the names listed on her Windows Messenger."And I forgot to get a black umbrella too..didn't think I'd stay in your room..didn't even think I'd feed on a human, infact.." he murmured, scratching his cheek lightly for less than a second before he forced his hand back into his pocket.
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Post by Foofy Miru on Oct 30, 2008 0:00:49 GMT -5
Mala glared at him, trying to ignore and somehow reduce the light blush that spread across her cheeks as he scoffed at her "sparkle" theory. She didn't bother trying to explain herself, as he immediately went on to answering her question and mumbling uselessly. At the mention of "feeding on a human", Mala instinctively moved to cover the bite on her neck from the night before; it'd already scabbed over, and was healing considerably well. "That's not fair," Mala declared suddenly. She paused to awkwardly fold her legs on the remaining space of the chair. "I don't even know who the hell you are, and you've even fed on me already." She scrunched up her nose as the bite on her neck began to itch a little. "d**nit. It's like a mosquito bite," she grumbled, pinching helplessly at the skin around the bite as a most likely useless alternative to scratching.
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Post by pyrademonia on Oct 30, 2008 10:15:17 GMT -5
Dominic raised an intruiged eyebrow at her words, deciding to not even play the flirting game of catch and mouse, though he would have loved to try and make her an uncomfortable as possible physiccally, though his 'allergy' drastically stopped this idea from turning into action. He propped his elbow on his knee, meaning he slipped his hod out of his pocket, and rested his chin on his raised palm, continuing to look at the girl."And if I told you my name.." he started."would you allow me to feed on you more?"
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