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 Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:21 pm
It was a new day. The sun shone, the bees buzzed, the birds sang their happy little song. And inside the Audio Headquarters, a pink and white haired Audio prowled the floor restlessly. She wanted to be out hunting, not cooped up because, in her human guardian's words, "It's not nice to hunt innocent and defenseless critters."
Heavign a sigh, she left her room and stalked downstairs. Maybe there'd be someone or somethign around that could amuse her for a while...
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:25 pm
Kayin was downstairs, alone in a large room. He had taken the opportunity to try out some acting, his reasons? Unknown. "To be! Or not to be! That is a really stupid question. To be, to exist, to do, the live! To not be...is very bad wording." He twirled his hands around as he spoke, trying to look like the classic Shakespearean actor, dancing and prancing about with every word. Louder and louder his words got as he projected his voice to the cieling. If he was infront of an audience, they'd have left by now.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:32 pm
Nallin heard the perfomrance before she saw it. Holding back a fit of insane giggling through sheer force of will, she got the rest of the way down the stairs and leaned against the wall with arms crossed over her chest.
"Sir Ian McKellan, you are not," she drawled lazily, watchign the speckled looking male with bored pink eyes. Pushing herself from the wall, she walked forward slwoly and began to circle the stranger curiously.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:35 pm
Kayin jumped three feet into the air then the voice of a female came from no where. "Your statement rings true! ...and I have no clue why I am still talking like that!" He snickered. "Well then...Madam Pink Highlights, what is -your- name?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:38 pm
Arching an eyebrow, she continued her silent appraisal before finally halting and re-crossig her arms.
"Odd little thing, aren'cha. Still, I suppose you'll work well enough for amusement. And my name is Nallin, Speckle Boy. What's your handle?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:47 pm
Kayin quirked his head. Oh this was one snappy-come back kinda girl. A challenge of which he liked. "Odd is an understatement, hon, think more along the lines of...Freak-ball. And this Freak-ball's handle is Kayin. A pleasure to meet you Nallin." He held his hands crossed his chest, mocking Nallin's pose by arching an eyebrow as well.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:56 pm
"Hmm.. whether it really is a pleasure or not remains to be seen, Kayin, she replied, noting the mimicry. Still, it wasn't hurtign her and appeared to amuse him, so she didn't bother trying to correct him. Instead, she tilted her head to the side and simply went on speaking in the same soft, slightly hoarse voice.
"So tell me, Kayin, any particular reason you're out here trying to frighten away small animals and children with your histrionics?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 8:23 pm
Kayin gasped. "Frightening?! My word, I have never been so insulted in my life! ...okay, honestly I couldn't care less. The whole reason I was doing it was cause I was bored. I'm sure -you- have done random things while you were bored as well. You have that look about you, ya know?" He dropped the mimicry act, it didn't seem to amuse her much, and thus, it's affect was nullified.
"Any particular reason your hair is dipped in pink paint?" He huffed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 8:28 pm
Nallin allowed her icy facade to crack slightly and smirked.
"Actually, I tend to not be that random," she admitted candidly. "Randomness has, in my experience, been more trouble than it's worth."
Not for anythign would she tell him abou the times she'd jumped out at strangers just to see theri reactions.
"Silly, if my hair had been dipped in paint it would look a whole lot uglier and a bit on the clumpy side. Besides, I like pink. If I didn't have the streaks dyed in, I would look old or dead."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 8:46 pm
"Bah!" He snorted as he spoke. "Your tongue spouts lies! Lies and dis-un-anti-truths! Everyone does random things, it's just to what level of random you excell at. I am more of a blatent random person, you might be more of a ... hmmm ... subtle then HOLYCOWRANDOM then back to sutble. See where I'm going here?"
He stepped up to he, sniffing around her hair. "Ohhhhh, so it isn't paint...it looked like paint." There was a pause. "What's wrong with old or dead people?!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 8:55 pm
"Dis-un-anti-truths?" Okay, she couldn't help it now, Nallin threw her head back and laughed. "Patron god of underpants willing, you will never work for a dictionary company... "
She jumped a little as he snuffled at her hair, but managed to keep stil for the most part.
"Nothing is wrong with them. I simply don't want to be mistaken for one of them. Bsides," she added mischeviously, "If i resembled the dead too much someone might think I was an undead and then try to shoot me in the brainbox."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 9:02 pm
"I get misaken for gravel sometimes. Spots and all, eh?" He sniffed her hair again. "Smells nice. Like...fruit or something." He shrugged and backed off a bit.
"Ah, but who around here has a weapon like that?" He though back. "Okay, so I don't know many people around here, but if someone was carrying a gun, I'd think I would have noticed."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 9:08 pm
"You don't look much like gravel to me... And thanks, I guess. It's just plain ol' shampoo that's been girlified."
She relaxed a tiny bit more, grinnign more easily. Okay, he was weird, but he was also quite amusing.
"Well... I havent' seen anyone walking around with guns either... But that doesn't mean that no one does. IT could be someoen neither of us has met yet."
Nodding firmly, she glanced around for a place to perch. Al this standing was going to wreak havoc on her ankle.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 9:16 pm
"Girlified? And I'M the one who will never work for a dictionary company? I think you need to rethink your words there Nallin." As he said this a piece of his hair fell infront of his face. He glared at it and attempted to blow it back ontop of his head. "Grrrr."
"But, because of that, you haven't seen anyone with a gun. THUS! You wouldn't need to worry unless you did see one. But then again, better safe then sorry comes into play too. So...we are both right. Go us!"
He noticed her looking around a bit. "Someeeeethin' wrong there Pinky?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 9:23 pm
"I've heard plenty of peopel used the term girlified. And chickified. So there."
She couldn't help but giggle slightly as he growled at his hair. Reachign out a paw, she attempted to sweep the errant strand back behind his ear.
"That logic is almost too circular for my poor brain to grasp. And, I should add," she began, turnign a stern glare on him, "that if you wish to not have me knot your arms behind your back, don't callme 'Pinky'."
She then continued in a far friendlier tone.
"Now, to answer your question, my ankle's a bit gimpy. I.. broke it at work one day," she made a mental note to not explain what her line of employment had been at the time either, "and it may be healed, but it wasn't a very clean bit of healing. It bothers me sometimes when i stand too long."
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