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((Mersh I have to go. Sleep is calling! XD ‘night!))
How did he get inside? Konijn smacked her head. Of course, the door was unlocked. Honestly, she couldn’t even do something as simple as locking the door. Konijn watched him from above the railing as he walked further into the house. His questions, however, made her walk down the stairs cautiously. He couldn’t possibly know about them. Or maybe what he really wanted to talk about had nothing to do with a certain chime. But what else could that ‘something’ be? It wasn’t like they knew each other, that much was clear. Konijn was on the last step when she continued her stiff facade and said, “If you mean these annoying bells, then yes. If not, I suppose you’ll just have to leave and give me the rest I need.” She raise an eyebrow, bat still in her hand. “Mr. Remi, are you hearing voices?”
“Right. Now help me with the blanket,” Sader ordered, despite Wolfy’s protest. They had found a nice spot by the waterfall but not too close where Wolfy would be greatly disturbed the entire time. As Sader began to cut the lemon cake, Wolfy’s ears shot up and his nose started twitching. “Do you hear that?” He asked, head twisting and turning. “What?” Sader replied, barely lifting his head as he ate the slice. “Something’s not right,” the stuffed animal said, pacing back and forth. “Maybe it’s the waterfall,” Sader joked. Wolfy smiled however best he could. “Let’s hope so.”
“Come on, it’s going to be fun,” Sader said, skipping down the path to the falls. “I don’t know,” Wolfy said, trotting down beside Sader. “The idea of being close to water doesn’t sit well with me.” “Well we don’t have to be close, but just... admire it,” Sader proposed, picking Wolfy up in his arms. “I have do have cake but if you want to go home. . .” “Okay. But if I get a single hair wet, you’re buying me real meat!” Sader merely laughed with the basket dangling in his hand, promising of yet another good day.
Haha! XD Sure!
Fayza: Sure! That would work perfectly! Pretty sure he would since Wolfy’s the only thing keeping him sane. XD Want me to find a thread or did you have one in mind?
How dare he! How dare he order her around in her own house! Oh how Konijn wanted to claw his throat. Whipping the door away angrily, Konijn stomped right up to his face and said, “Fine. You want a proper introduction? I’m Konijn Urban. Happy?” She leaned on her bat for support and headed up wobbling over. Face flushed red, Konijn’s eyes blazed like a roaring fire. “No. I. Do not need. Your. Help.” She was happy with the mess. She really was. “Mr. Remi, I do believe I asked you to. . .” NO! Don’t let him leave! the bells rang again. You need him! “THE LAST THING I NEED IS HIM!” Konijn yelled to the sky. And for the first time in her life, Konijn actually froze. Did I really just do that? She slowly cast her gaze at Remi and spoke through her teeth, “Don’t speak of this to anyone.” And with that, she briskly walked back to the safety of her home, in her haste, she even forgot to lock the door. You are an idiot the bells said. And this time, her head didn’t disagree.
“No,” Konijn said shortly. “I don’t believe that could even be possible.” She lifted her nose and peered at him, even if she was significantly shorter. “And even if we did, I doubt I’d forget you.” Gosh. But what if she did? Then she was making a fool of herself by having him stand on her porch. “Mr. Remi, excuse yourself from my grounds,” Konijn said, narrowing her eyes. “And for the record, I’m not grumpy. I’m heavily annoyed with your presence here at my house.” You shouldn’t be so quick to let him leave one of the bells seemed to say. SHUT UP ALREADY! Konijn thought, pinching the bridge of her nose as she willed the headache to leave her mind in peace. “Mr. Remi, just go away.” But the bells still rang nosily
“Pffft. Right, neighborly,” Konijn scoffed, still holding the bat as though she were about to score a home run. Her sweaty palm twisted the rusted knob and opened the squeaky door just a crack so she could at least see who was there. As soon as she did, bells rang madly in her head. Not warning bells, but something of familiarity. Agh. Lovely. Now she had a throbbing headache because of of. . . her neighbor. “I see. So you’ve been watching me? How nice to see privacy is a virtue you have,” Konijn said, rubbing her teeth back and forth. “Not very nice to meet you, I’m. . .” Gosh. Who should she be? “The Velvetine Rabbit. Now, who are you so I may know your name?” And report you to whatever authorities are here.
Not now. Konijn thought as she lazily rested her head against the arm chair. She was just watching the reruns of Merlin with the front door echoed with a series of knocks. Sighing, she kicked the poof that her legs were resting on and stormed her way towards the front door. Blonde hair blazing past her, Konijn rumbled her hair ever more to give a more disturbed and don’t-bother-me-please look. Having unexpected visitors could always play in your favor, if you knew what to do. Black skirt matching her buttoned shirt, Konijn swiftly grabbed her bat that was waiting patiently to be used again by the bottom of the stairs. “WHO’S THERE?” She barked, standing by the oak door. “YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON TO DISTURB ME.” Honestly, what else could a person do to make a vision go away?
dreamchild: Oh yeeessssh. Sorry! I forgot about that. XD Hmmm. What to do...
Sader Rose | Warlock | 12 | Straight | fc:Asa Butterfield
“No one will be here for you,” said the little monster.
Sader often feels that he’s unappreciated by his parents. Well, perhaps unappreciated is not the right term. Maybe abandoned? Of course, they both arrive right at six o’clock every evening. To make matters worse, they work on the weekends as well. Sader hardly ever sees them and sometimes wonder if maybe he did something wrong. He did say he was sorry when he accidentally broke a family urn. But their daily absence couldn’t be because of that. . . could it? So when Sader eventually found out that he had manifested an ability as a warlock, he was beyond happy. Finally, something wonderful was happening. Sader began tinkering with the objects in his room: making them bob in the air (resulting with them clattering on the floor), travel across his room (he played darts on the wooden panels with his pencils), and even animating them. The animated part took longer to crack (his notebook would bid him a fine ‘how-do-you-do?’ before ribbing his pages to shreds) but then it came naturally. Soon, he wasn’t as lonely as he was. Sader even went to the toy store and bought himself a stuffed wolf. Excited to test his animating skills, Sader brought the stuffed animal to life. Ever since then, Wolfy has traveled with Sader, even at school. While Sader feels his magic itching to test itself out in other areas, he feels that he’d much rather get better at animating than experiment with other things. Sure, floating objects are cool but. . . bringing unanimated things to life is what he feels to be his calling.
Well you guys are certainly doing a splendid job! Better than most groups, I might add.
Awwww. I will! You and everyone else here are such sweethearts. <3
Thank you! I’m thinking of making a 12 year old so I guess I’m also wondering if I should just say he goes to a middle school in Warwick or something like that....? Oh! Maybe he’s homeschooled. XD
Is Warwick High a school for all ages? Or is it a high school?
dreamchild: If you want, we could rp Konijn and Bethany. ^.^ They could’ve been close friends in high school and Bethany is checking up on Konijn? If you want. >.<
Residence Name: Urban HuisResident(s): Konijn Urban
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