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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:52 am
You read the banner right! This is the flatsale thread. A mystical thread that contains wonderful Scents that makes you wanna go "ooo" "ahhh" and "WOW". Ok, I'll stop stroking my own ego now T AT.
This flatsale we have a beautiful assortment of Spring based Scents for you to try for. They are the following: Spring Rain (Male), Opium Musk (Male), Gardenia (Female).
You will have the pleasure of picking from two different prompts to respond to, and post in this thread. The Flatsale starts May 21st @ 12AM EST, and ends, June 2nd @ 11PM EST. The Flatsale cost is 20K per Scent. You may only try for one, so choose wisely. Below are descriptions and examples of the Scents.
Spring Rain: Male; Calm, Warm, Mildly-Romantic. A cool, refreshing Scent, Spring Rain captures the calm, gentle feel of a warm rainy day.
Opium Musk: Male; Haughty, Overpowering, Soothing. The soothingly intoxicating effect of opium, mixed with the overpowering scent of musk creates a dangerous mix strong enough to put anyone in a servant's position.
Gardenia: Female; Naive, Courageous, Colorful. A strong, sweet scent, Gardenia can easily cause headaches in those with low tolerence for flowering plants.
Note: Opium Musk & Spring Rain will be placed up tomorrow. The rain is giving my internet a hard time.
Prompt 1 - Any Age
The sun is shining, the air is warm, and you're stuck in bed with hay fever. How fun. Your Scent has to play nurse to you. What do they do? Do they ignore your pleas? Do they give you a hard time? Or do they play the good little nurse and bring and do everything you ask of them? And in the end what's in it for them?
Prompt 2 - Child
It's thunderstorming outside, not pleasant weather to play in, so you decide that you and your Scent will be staying indoors for the day; however, they are restless with all that stored up energy. How do yuo entertain them, and do they like it?
Winrars:
RaiMidori (Spring Rain), Tangled Puppet (Gardenia), fairie2002 (Opium Musk)
Please send trades<3.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:41 pm
Username: BlackDragonKia Scent For Adoption: Opium Musk Scent Name: Zane Guardians Name: Melanee Quote: It's thunderstorming outside, not pleasant weather to play in, so you decide that you and your Scent will be staying indoors for the day; however, they are restless with all that stored up energy. How do yuo entertain them, and do they like it? "Can I play outside?" the quiet yet alluring voice of the small boy sang out through the room as Zane stood at the front door, his hand against the door frame as he eagerly watched the lightening strike outside."No, you will get killed." his mother stated blatantly in her rough, Australian accent. She was laying down on the lounge, an arm sprawled across her forehead as her other held open the book she was reading. "No I won't, I'm strong enough!" Zane stated proudly, raising a hand into a fist in what looked like a victory stance. His mother just laughed and shook her head, before returning to her book. Melanee was soon alerted by the feeling of smooth, silky skin running down her arm. She lowered her book to look at where it was coming from. "Can you read to me...?" Zane questioned politely as he ran his fingers down her arm gently. His voice was both soothing and alluring, it made Melanee feel rather drowsy. "Not right now hun, this book is too hard for you." She smiled sweetly before returning to her page, having great difficulty locating exactly where she was up to. "Please....?" He smiled politely and began to hug her arm, causing the book to shake and move out of her view. Sighing and lifting herself into a seating position on the lounge, Melanee lent against the arm of the chair. "Fine fine, I'll read to you..." She smiled, giving up to her son yet again. Zane grinned slyly, a hint of pride in his eyes as he climbed up onto his mothers lap and snuggled against her. Turning back to the front of the book, Melanee held it in front of Zane as she half-hugged him, beginning to read calmly. "The day drew to a close, the sun dipping farther behind the horizon showing off it’s wonderful colored lights in the approaching night time sky..." Before long, Zane had fallen asleep in Melanee's arms. She gently lifted the sleeping child and took him to his bedroom, allowing him to sleep in peace as she took a nap in the lounge room, Zane was a handful sometimes.. When he awoke, the storm had cleared and he was able to go back outside! However, Zane no longer wished to do so, and instead sat inside playing by himself. This would be a better post, but I am not very good at writing on command, sorry!
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 4:27 pm
El oh el, I fail.
Username: Jeanemon
Scent trying for: Spring Rain
Scent Name: Futch
Guardian Name: Malcolm Hall
Health problems were nothing new for Malcolm. The horned man was constantly finding himself hurt or ill. And, as it was spring, one should not have been surprised to find him ill. Again.
"What're you allergic to?" Futch asked, sitting on the end of Malcolm's bed. Mally coughed, fumbling around for a box of tissues.
"Nnng. Ragweed." Or, as his horribly congested nose would cause him to say, 'waghweeed'.
The Kappa boy pushed the tissues under Malcolm's questing hand. The man murmured a bit of thanks, blowing his nose. Ugh. Misery. He scratched irritably at his neck before reaching for his cane.
"Wait just a minute there, bub!" Futch protested, reaching forth a hand to rest on Malcolm's chest. Mal squeezed the hand on his chest after a moment, smiling.
"I promised you I'd take you to the park. Remember?" Funny, how the roles were suddenly reversed. It was always Futch who was reminding his guardian that it was time to go to the park, that he'd promised, he'd promised him. Futch sucked on his teeth, pushing him backwards, towards his warm bed and soft pillows.
"Hey. The park aint all that important, Mally. You just lay back there. And stop scratching. I think you got yourself some hives."
Malcolm grumbled. It wouldn't be the first time.
Surprisingly, Futch was a very attentive, talented nurse. The boy found some of Malcolm's old books (from the days when his eyes worked well enough to read them) and managed to not only bring Mal a cup of tea with honey, but did not even set the kitchen ablaze. Would wonders never cease?
"Thank you, Futch." Malcolm murmured, sipping his tea. It was quite good. Futch sat on the end of the bed, his face lit up by a huge grin that Malcolm would've given anything to see.
"S'no problemo, Mally-Mal." He beamed. Futch had a soft spot for taking care of people. Malcolm's maid Cessy might've mothered Futch, but someone had to take care of Mal, after all. "You sat up with me when I ate that bad pizza and was projectile vomiting. It was all over the ceiling. Cessy pitched a fit, 'cause she had to clean it. It was awesome. I never knew I could spew like that!"
Mal smiled slightly, remembering that fit quite well. He itched again at his neck, grimacing. Yup. Hives. "I am your guardian, Futch. I'm supposed to sit with you through all the nasty little bits of life."
The weight at the end of the bed suddenly lifted, and Mal could hear Futch padding away. "Yeah, but still." Futch called, messing around in the medicine cabinet. "You took care of me. So, I gotta take care of you. It's how it works. Bein' family." He shook his head. Mal, you were supposed to be the smart one, here! Why couldn't you understand?
"...That's true." The man admitted. Futch returned, climbing up on the bed and popping the top button on Mal's collar. Before he could protest, Futch was dabbing calamine lotion on the hives. The little beast even had to have the audacity to be humming, like he was happy taking care of someone.
"Now, I saw you scratching at your butt earlier. If you got hives there, sorry, but not even family is a strong enough reason for me to touch your butt." Futch said, and Mal could hear him stick out his tongue. Malcolm laughed, pulling Futch to his side after he heard the top go back on the bottle.
"You are quite silly, young man." He smiled. Futch giggled, wrapping an arm around Mally's back.
"Yeah, I know." He climbed away, giving Mal a kiss on the brow. "Now, you sleep. Let yourself fight whatever's wrong with you in peace." Futch pulled the blankets up to Mal's chin.
"My, my." Mal laughed. "I'm getting put to bed and tucked in by my child."
"Psh, everyone wishes they were as lucky as you." Futch scoffed. "And, if you're a good boy, I promise I'll even read you a story."
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 1:20 pm
Username: Tangled Puppet Scent trying for: Gardenia Scent name: Kalos Guardian Name: Asha Quote: It's thunderstorming outside, not pleasant weather to play in, so you decide that you and your Scent will be staying indoors for the day; however, they are restless with all that stored up energy. How do yuo entertain them, and do they like it? Kalos huffed out a frustrated breath. "It's not fair!" She pouted as she crossed her arms and flopped down on to the couch. The weather had turned for the worse soon after Kalos had headed outside to play on her swing set. Hoping her mom wouldn't notice, she stayed outside. Kalos liked the rain. She felt refreshed each time a tiny drop hit her skin. However, as the thunder started to roll in she knew that soon her mom would hear it and come out for her.
She had done just that too. Asha had jumped at the sound of the thunder, as it boomed overhead. Realizing where Kalos was, she rushed to the back door and yelled for her little girl to get her butt back in the house. When Kalos had hesitated her mom's voice had boomed out over the backyard and she knew it was time to come in. As she had made her way in the house, her clothes soaking wet, her mom had told her to change her clothes and dry off. Asha then disappeared up the steps to the second floor."I'm sorry hunny," Asha yelled down from where ever she was upstairs. "but the weather is just too icky outside for you to play." She frowned as she wondered what they should do in the mean time. The TV would only keep Kalos busy for so long. She didn't watch it much as is. She heard the click of the remote and then the sound of cartoons making their way through the sound system in their living room. Asha heard some random chatter but couldn't quite make out what the program was saying. Then she heard it. "Lets make a fort!" Some random, unplaced voice yelled.A fort.. That's what they'd do. Kalos had always wanted to make one out of the various cushions, sheets and pillows but Asha had never allowed it. However, today she would. Running through the various rooms upstairs she grabbed as many sheets, pillows and other things as she could carry. The loud footsteps her mom were making made Kalos wonder what was going on upstairs. Her mom had always told her not to run around, that she could hurt herself. However, here she was, making so much noise it sounded like there was a stampede of horses upstairs. Kalos laughed at her random and ironic thought as the steps slowed down and quietened to a light clap on the steps. As Asha, with the various objects piled up to her face, made her way into the living room Kalos' eyes grew wide. "What are you doing mom?" She asked as Asha dropped everything she was carrying onto the floor, eliciting a raised eyebrow from her small little girl. "We're going to build a fort!" Asha exclaimed and smiled as her child's eyes grew wide and a huge smile made it's way across her face. "Really?! We can really make a fort mom?" Kalos asked, not hardly able to believe she had just heard the words that came from her mom's lips. "Yep." Asha said as she nodded and began to set things up. Kalos squeed and jumped up to help her mom set up the fort. Before long the whole living room was nothing but one huge fort. Pillows, sheets, cushions. They covered the whole place. Asha even wondered where she had found most of the materials the fort was now constructed out of. Laughing she pushed the thought from her mind and went back to playing castle with her daughter. For hours upon hours laughter could be heard through out the house. When the sun had finally came out, Kalos hadn't even noticed. She was, instead, fast asleep on the makeshift bed they had made inside of the fort. Smiling, Asha yawned and stretched out on her own bed and feel asleep as well.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:18 pm
Username: fairie2002
Scent trying for: Opium Musk
Scent Name: Seph
Guardian Name: Sara MordeauQuote: It's thunderstorming outside, not pleasant weather to play in, so you decide that you and your Scent will be staying indoors for the day; however, they are restless with all that stored up energy. How do you entertain them, and do they like it?
There was no response.
“I want to go outside.” He said once more, his tone a little more insistent, believing perhaps he hadn’t been heard the first time around. However, that wasn’t the case – Sara was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
“I know you can hear me.” He continued, not even needing to turn around to confirm the statement.
Sara gave a small sigh, her eyes finally flickering open. “It’s been sunny outside for practically whole day, but you decide you want to go out now. Now, when the wind has picked up and it’s raining!” She exclaimed, almost irritably.
“And thundering.” He added on calmly, as if right on cue, turning to look at her.
There was a clear scowl on her face, wondering if he was missing the point of the whole discussion. No, she doubted that was the case. He was far brighter than that. He merely wanted to get his way, and so he purposely chose to ignore her concerns.
“Exactly. Unless the rain subsides you’re staying inside for the rest of the day.” She said, implying not so subtly that he was not going to get out of the house any time soon.
“But-” He began, but was cut off mid sentence.
“No buts.” She said sternly, deeming that this was the end of their discussion.
“Well, what do you propose we do for the rest of the day?” He hissed, rather arrogantly at that. He supposed that if she had no alternative for him, then she would let him out – she knew quite well how overbearing he could get, and this method had worked many times before. He’d be outside before you could say sunshine and daisies.
“Bake cookies.” She yawned, shifting to a sitting position.
“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, giving a quick nod, but then realized a small smirk was dancing across her ruby lips. “Ex-excuse me?” He blinked, feeling his ears had deceived him. “But… you don’t even cook!” Seph protested, nearly groaning. He know quite well the limits of her cuisines, and they didn't extend very far.
“Well, now’s a good time to learn.” She said and cocked her head towards him, quite satisfied with her response. It was all too often that Seph had gotten his way. Not this time.
“Come, to the kitchen…” She yawned once more, stretching as she got off the couch. She made her way to the kitchen, at a fairly slow rate – almost like a zombie. Seph had his arms crossed as he waddled behind her, trying not to show that he was angry.
The kitchen, in short, was a mess. There was still a lone cereal box sprawled across the small, round table that they ate at. “Now, Seph, what have I told you-“ She said, gently shaking her head.
“That isn’t mine. I don’t eat choco puffs, remember? The only reason you buy them is because I won’t eat them.” He remarked nonchalantly. “Also, do we even have all the ingredients to make cookies?” He continued, not skipping a beat.
Sara scowled, going over to the table and snatching the box, placing it on the counter – which was equally as messy. She began to rummage through the cupboards, and finally found some things that would likely go into the making of cookies. She placed them on the counter, shifting everything to the left so there was now an empty space where she could place the bowl.
Seph did not look impressed with the way this was going on, but he stayed perfectly quiet. The situation didn’t need his comments to ensure that the utter absurdity of it all would be seen, and quite soon most likely.
“So…” Sara began, taking a step back as if she was examining some piece of art and wanted a better look. She looked through the drawers, finally finding a recipe on how to bake cookies. “You hold this, and tell me if I’m doing anything wrong, okay?” She said, and Seph begrudgingly took the torn scrap of paper.
“Well, first step is to put some flour, salt and baking soda in one bowl…” She said and put a bit of each of them in bowl, and use a wooden spoon to whisk them. She glanced over at Seph ever so often, to make sure that she wasn’t doing something wrong.
“And, then in a separate bowl, beat together the butter and sugars. Blend in the egg yolks and vanilla…” She said off the top of her head, and did just that, humming a cheerful tune to herself. Seph seemed to be off on in world of his own, but she hadn’t expected much help. “And now, mix that with the flour mixture…” She smiled brightly, proud that this was going as well as it was. "Add a pinch of cinnamon just to spruce it up..." She giggled, as if she was reliving being a child once more.
“Sara…” A small voice whispered.
“Yes, what is it?” She asked, rather dazed as she poured both of the mixes in the same bowl.
“The powdered sugar… it doesn’t have corn starch in it, right?” He cringed, his eyes darting over to the lightly coloured mix – that now seemed to be bubbling just a tad.
“Oh? Why? Will it make them crispy?” She inquired, arching her eyebrow as she scanned the ingredients of the bag of powdered sugar.
“No… Not quite…” Seph murmured, gently biting his lip.
“Then what?” She asked once more, but Seph stood silent. Not that it mattered. A moment later she got her answer – the mix began to overflow and then finally…
SPLAT!
Both Seph and Sara were caked from head to toe with the gooey mix. “Oh. That.” She sighed, seeing that perhaps her dreams of making one successful dish weren’t going to come true any time soon. “Well, I suppose you should go have a shower… I’ll clean this up…” She muttered, frowning as she looked around the kitchen. It hadn’t faired any better then she had.
Seph, however, looked as happy as could be. A second hadn’t even gone by and he was skipping down the hallway, a bright grin adorning his face. He slid down the rest of the hallway practically gliding across the dark cherry floor, being he was barefooted, and halted when he reached the door. He opened it and walked out, standing in the middle of their rather barren lawn – letting the droplets of water rain down on his smooth skin. He looked up at the sky and smiled, thanking the dark blanket of clouds for the gloomy day they had given him.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:18 pm
Username: Tyzzy
Scent trying for: Opium Musk
Scent Name: Ferris
Guardian Name: Matthew DioliPrompt 1 The sun is shining, the air is warm, and you're stuck in bed with hay fever. How fun. Your Scent has to play nurse to you. What do they do? Do they ignore your pleas? Do they give you a hard time? Or do they play the good little nurse and bring and do everything you ask of them? And in the end what's in it for them?
The feeble voice carried through the small apartment, juxtaposed immediately with harsh, strong coughs. Naturally, its intended target was far too busy to be bothered; the teenage Scent wasn't yet satisfied with his hair. Thereby occupied with the mirror when the call was repeated, Ferris relayed it to his sister, "Sabina!"
"No, Ferris!" However weak the man may have sounded, he clearly would not admit defeat on this. It was fine all the same though, as Ferris finally deemed his locks decent and sauntered over to his surrogate father's bedroom.
"Yeah?" he asked before making it to the door, thoroughly uninterested in whatever was about to be demanded of him. When at last he stepped through the doorway he just as soon retreated a step. "Ew," he said, scrunching up his nose in disgust at the sight before him. "You better not be contagious."
"I'm not," groaned Matthew, buried amidst many used tissues. He could already note the Scent's apprehensiveness to what was about to be proposed, but he continued regardless. "I need you to help me."
"Have Sabi do it," Ferris quickly resolved, making a conscious attempt to not roll his eyes. The very idea was both indignant AND absurd. Also, he had plans to tend to which were surely more important.
"She's not here; she has a performance today," Matthew explained wearily. "And Senny's the one who took her, so don't try your luck with that either." A sudden sneeze came on, and the man looked around the messy bed helplessly. "You could start with bringing me some tissues," he suggested dryly.
Ferris was not thrilled by the proposition, but he fetched a box anyway. He figured as soon as he put forth some effort, he'd have his brownie points for the day and could move on with it. His father couldn't truly expect him to sacrifice his agenda for this-oh certainly not. Mindfully not wandering too deep into the room, he tossed the box to his guardian. Reluctantly he then asked with his voice like velvet, "And?"
"Soup," sniffled Matthew, "would be nice."
Brows raised quizzically at this statement, he had to inquire, though inable to do so without revealing his offence, "You know I don't cook, right?"
"Believe me, I have every intent to get better, Ferris." In his current situation, Matthew wasn't up for the usual petty squabbling, so he directed himself back to his point. "There's a cafe right down the street I had in mind; they do take out orders."
The injustice of all this was unbearable, but Ferris wordlessly took his leave. His father was perhaps the only person in the world with whom he couldn't always win and the impatience his sickness bestowed upon him made him no less a competent foe; in any case, Ferris was more fearful to cross him in this state. So, he made the trip to and fro in as short a time as he could, however inexperienced he was in errand running.
Matthew heard Ferris come in a minute before seeing him, but it struck him odd to see the boy walk through his bedroom and into the bathroom. AND soupless. Ah, yes, the lacking in soup called for speedily exchanged words indeed.
"What are you doing in there?"
"Just getting a band-aid; I cut myself."
"With what?"
"Something sharp."
"For soup?"
There was a pause, during which Ferris leaned back in order to get a view of his father through the doorway. Unphased, he cocked an eyebrow and spoke slowly, signifying his ending of this inquisition, "Prison spoon."
With that he returned to the kitchen and the soup he had left waiting, insulted that such a sick man would be giving him the third degree. Nevertheless, he entered the bedroom with a tray and a steaming bowl of ominously red soup.
"S'creamy tomato," he assured, "No blood, I swear." He watched his father's questioning look turn from the bowl to the napkins beside it which had been scribbled on. Before he could be asked, Ferris answered with careless ease, "Oh, yeah, I started chatting up a couple ladies working at the cafe. Thought I was sooo sweet, but I tried to do you justice. Told me to tell you to call them when you feel better."
He offered a wink then allowed the ill man to dig in, pacing around the room lethargically and constantly shooting glances at the clock. When Matthew's appetite had been appeased, he tactfully chose to speak again. "So, can I go now?" he began slowly, not waiting for an answer before he explained further, "I kind of have a date. Before you dragged me over here I called her and said to pack some sandwiches. It's such a gorgeous day outside, if only you could see..." He finished shaking his head to show his sympathy.
"Well, you have done," Matthew stopped himself short of saying 'enough', though still swayed by the discovery of Ferris' predicament, "something. Yeah. I guess. Grab me some sleep medicine and get outta here."
Success! Ferris couldn't hold back a smirk. He procured said sleep aid effortlessly from his own pocket and threw the container across the room, eager to leave. "You prolly don't want to take one right now," he advised thoughtfully from the doorway, not looking back, "There were like five in your soup."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:42 pm
Username: PandaLily
Scent trying for: Gardenia
Scent name: Cailea
Guardian Name: Lily (is there a problem with the guardian being the name of a flower? ;-; )
Prompt: 2
Little sock-less feet swung back and forth above the lower back of a young scent as she lay on her stomach; looking out of a window at the raindrops. She wore a boring white dress, unlike her normal pompous type of attire that she loved. She wasn’t an indoor type of scent. She just wanted to go outside.
“Momma… Momma…” Cailea’s voice echoed throughout the house. No one replied. “Momma…” The scent’s voice spoke once more. This time, she got a reply.
”Uh huh?” replied a dark haired, glasses wearing Chinese girl. She was none other than the guardian of the young scent.
“Can we go outside? I wanna go outside. Nothin’ wrong with a lil rain, right Momma?” She said as she swung her legs in the air and stared, trying to see if there was anyone outside walking or playing under the deep grey clouds.
Lily walked over to the young scent and gave her a small peck on her freckled cheek. “I’m sorry honey, but you can’t go outside. If you do, the Flu monster will come get you! And you won’t get to go outside when the sun’s out! EVER!” She teased happily.
“REALLY?!” The young flowery scent believed the incredibly bad lie. “I’m not afraid of the Flu Monster! I wanna go outside!” She said in a not-so-confident voice with her hands on her face; in a deep thinking pose.
Lily just chuckled a little and decided to find something for Cailea and her to play. “hm… Cailea, do you remember the box of old clothes and toys that neighbour Isaac gave us?”
“uh huh!” Cailea said, nodding her head as she moved to the edge of the window sill to sit.
“Well, how about we play Dress-up?” Lily said happily as she ran her fingers through Cailea’s hair.
Cailea’s face seemed to light up as bright as her golden eyes. “YEA! LET’S PLAY DRESS UP! Can Neighbour Isaac come too? Pleeeeeeeeeasseee, Momma?” She pleaded to Lily.
“I’m sorry honey, but Isaac can’t come over. The flu monster might get him and you know how he can’t really stand flowery scents that long.” Lily said, stroking the young girl’s hair softly.
Cailea’s smile sort of frowned. She really liked it when Isaac would come over to play, even though Lily would have to open a few windows. “Okay then Momma. Then you an’ I will play together!” She said happily, patting her hand on her chest.
“Sure. Race you upstairs!” Lily said as she began to jog up the stairs.
“NO FAIR!” Cailea said, nearly shouting as she raced her fastest after the dark haired guardian.
Lily slowed as she let the young girl beat her in the race up the stairs. “Yay! I beat Momma!” She cheered happily jumping up and down.
“Congrats Hun, but the closet’s this way.” Lily said as she walked over to the closet, opened the door and pulled out a dusty box that was labeled ‘Isaac’s Room’ which was from when Isaac moved next door. “Okay, let’s pick out the clothes you wanna wear!” Lily said as she opened the box, revealing a messy stack of colourful clothes and neat decorative Christmas tree strings.
“I wanna wear this!” Cailea said happily, pulling a string of metallic blue beads from the box. She wrapped it around her neck and it reached to her knees.
“Then you’ll have to wear….” Lily said as she dug through the box. “THIS!” she pulled out a bright purple dress that was complete with ruffles and lace. Sometimes Lily wondered why Isaac even had these type of clothes. Cailea didn’t seem to ponder on it. Maybe it was because she was so interested in the pretty colour of the dress.
“YEA! That’d look great with the beads!” Cailea said before going over to Lily and trying to slip into it. Lily had to help the young one wear it properly.
“It’s a little big for me.” She said as she raised her arms and the sleeves draped over. The end of the dress dragged upon the floor, it looked like it fit for an adult.
“That’s okay if it’s too big.” Lily reassured as she crawled over and pulled the blue beads out from under the purple dress. “Now you need shoes, don’t you?” Lily asked the young scent.
Cailea looked to her two pale bare feet. “Yup yup! Shoes!” She said as she dashed over to the box She dug her body into the box and pulled out a pair of brand new lime green shoes. Cailea smiled as she had found the pair of shoes that she wanted. “I wanna wear these momma!” She declared as she sat down on her bottom and began to wear them. Lily nearly fell over laughing at the naïve personality of this young girl.
The sun had come out but the two, scent and guardian, were having too much fun to care; while Cailea ran about the house posing, being chased by Lily with her digital camera. When evening rolled around, the little girl didn’t feel like taking off the clothes she’d had to much fun in.
“Wasn’t that awesome?” Lily asked the girl as she began to try get the dress off of the girl’s petite statue.
“Momma… Can I keep the clothes on?” Cailea said trying to stop her guardian from taking them off and making her change back into the plain white sleeping dress.
“But if you keep them on too long, you’ll ruin them. And then you’ll never get to wear them again.” Lily warned, trying to get the young scent to behave properly.
“Really?! Then I’d better keep them safe!” She said as she took them off gently and quickly before rushing up the stairs to put them back in the box, safe and sound.
Lily just chuckled as she looked out the window where the dark night sky showed the glimmer of stars.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 5:34 pm
Username: RaiMidori
Scent trying for: Spring Rain
Scent Name: Enki
Guardian Name:Raina Tremblaine
Prompt:
It's thunderstorming outside, not pleasant weather to play in, so you decide that you and your Scent will be staying indoors for the day; however, they are restless with all that stored up energy. How do you entertain them, and do they like it?
Entry:
He swung his legs as he sat, the rolling rhythm of the rain paired with thunder pleasantly ringing in his ears. The drapery of the room sat hauntingly still against the chaos out the wayward bay window, the brilliant strikes of Thor’s hammer lighting up the world for one, two, three a second too many. Humming to himself, he leaned back into the net of webbed fingers, balancing his body weight on two brittle chair legs.
“Raina~” the gentle voice resounded in the small room, a small head turning to catch sight of the auburn haired guardian, face flustered under warm lamplight. The pencil worked feverishly fast, every mistake issuing a curse or grunt from the frustrated girl, another blunt end of the eraser rubbing furiously onto already chapped surfaces.
The female looked up briefly, sweat running down her temple and forced a smile, dropping the writing devices with a clank.
“Enki, what is it?” she inquired softly, hands resting on the desk, itching to continue. Outside, the storm raged on, eccentric flashes lighting up the room eerily every few minutes.
The cyanotic-tinted scent sighed, leaning over the back of the chair, an exasperated grin on his face.
“It’s pretty slow today, isn’t it?” he drawled, closing eyelids over viridian irises, the boredom apparent in his childish stance.
Raina bit her lip in her habitual subconscious state, turning her head to peer out the window. The rain that battered against the shaking glass was more than enough to frighten her into wondering whether the material would hold under such a flurry of blows, the droplets falling so thick that she couldn’t see beyond the blur of violence.
“Storms aren’t very exciting, Enki, I know,” she soothed sympathetically, bringing her chartreuse gaze back to the male.
“-was there something you wanted to do outside?”
Enki ran a stray hand through his hair, throwing the unruly strands into further disarray.
“I wanted to go out there, actually. Soak up some water, it’s been a while, and you know how much I missed the spring…” he crooned dreamily, the nostalgia of seasons and seasons before running through his mind.
Raina suppressed a laugh. He was always like that. The petite boy would never stop reminiscing about the past or the future, and always seemed rather aloof, far away from the moment that mattered the most. He was mature beyond his age, his voice smooth and elegant, his carriage flawless and straight. Sometimes she wondered if he had simply skipped childhood, and if he was unhappy about it- after all, he never seemed to stop pondering life and its meaning. He was as adept at it as a scholar, and it was inevitable that he’d bear thoughts on his own.
Countless times she wished to hear his thoughts, but he was unfathomable as a rock, and equally as social to anyone other than herself.
But he was a pleasant boy, sweet, a silent dreamer that was a joy to be with.
“We can do something together, inside, then,” she offered, pushing back her chair with her legs on the ground, tilting her head back so that her bangs fell out of her eyes.
“-like storytelling, or puzzles, or, well, what would you like to do?”
Enki opened his eyes, the deep, verdant depths glimmering with surprise.
“Don’t you have some papers to finish?” he reminded, gesturing toward the unfinished, chaotic mess that plagued his guardian’s desk.
Raina just giggled, standing up and brushing down her skirt, making her way toward the boy.
“That can wait. Besides, what do you think I’d rather do, entertain boring papers or you?”
The statement issued a sheepish smile from the scent, sending him to his feet eagerly.
“If you say so, Raina.”
At his relief, the young adult relaxed, collapsing into the couch tiredly. Watching, amused, as the cobalt-tinted child gathered papers and pencils from all over the room and presented them to her judgement, he, too, sat himself down beside her, a jest sparkling in his eye.
“Raina, let’s write songs,” he announced gleefully, pushing the mound of materials into the arms of the girl.
“What, more papers?” she teased, winking at him and reaching out to ruffle his hair playfully.
“Well, alright. What kind of songs would you like to write?”
“I’m not sure yet, but you have such a nice singing voice and I’d like to try, too, and I guess it just came to me suddenly,” he shrugged, abashed.
“-but I’m sure it’ll be loads of fun and seeing as this storm won’t let up soon anyway, shall we attempt to come up with something lovely?”
The auburn-haired female smiled at his comment, getting to her feet again and making her way to the chestnut piano, the notebook and pencil in her hands. Because of his webbed fingers, Enki had trouble writing, but his creativity was more abundant than her own, sometimes, and she was a writer by profession.
As the first notes hit the cool air, her fingers ran smooth over the ivory, their voices edged with laughs and feigned sorrow, meanings below meanings like the ripples in an endless pool.
That night, they kept themselves busy with writing and singing, something that would only be considered fun in the eyes of the mild Spring Rain scent, refreshing and calming as he was when he first met her.
Raina sighed into her voice and leaned over the keys, secretly peering at the occupied male every few minutes, his face shining with contentment.
In many ways, he was just like the raindrops that never ceased to hit their window, clear, pristine, and perhaps intemperate on a bad day. But when the storm lifted, the clear sky was underneath, and the smell of dew that wafted in the air that night was nearly impossible to forget, so profound in its likeness to him.
As he fell asleep on the couch, she was still there at the window, breathing in the passing of the seasons, edged with a tint of Enki.
Between clouds, the light found its way down and hit the flower petals and leaves below, coated in the undine jewels that fell from the heavens only a few moments past.
They glittered like a field of magic, endless and free, and as the last notes of the piano faded into the darkness, she, too, fell into the shadows, the smell of spring rain not far behind her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 5:48 pm
Username: hostel_en_frunk
Scent: Spring Rain
Scent Name: Akuran
Stage RPed at: Adolescent
Guardian: Amanae Jiijin
Amanae can usually be described as the typical lazy young woman by her friends and relatives. She describes herself as "calm and down to earth." Never one to let responsibility fall on her shoulders, and usually seen lounging on the couch watching TV, and ordering take out instead of cooking. Though she would never call herself fat, she's always trying to loose weight, failing, and bingeing on take-out. She's not the stereotypical japanese girl, has no hint of an accent, and doesn't speak a word of japanese (other than "konichiwa," which every english-speaking person knows.)
Having discovered a ghost while getting a midnight snack from the fridge pretty much sums up her approach to life
Prompt: #1
Prompt Response:
Cough! Cough!
Amanae hacked weakly, pulling the covers up closer around her face. A taunting bird landed on her windowsill and chirped brightly, almost as if to say ‘the sun is shining! It’s a beautiful day! it was raining all week and now you’re stuck inside! Ha! Ha ha ha!’
Swatting a week, frustrated hand at the window, Amanae unsuccessfully attempted to shoo the bird away. It just sat, twittering happily as ever. Amanae grumbled, and coughed again.
“Bah, humbag,”
It was only moments later, however, when a familiar scent invaded her senses, followed shortly by the tinkling of teacups on a tray. Akuran made his way into the room, a gentle smile gracing his pale blue face. “Mum, I bought you tea,” He informed her, setting the tray he was carrying down on the bedside table. “Are you feeling any better?”
Amanae coughed grumpily in response.
The smiling scent only laughed, and gestured for his guardian to sit up. “Come on, you’re not that sick. Besides, I went to the trouble of making you tea.” He lifted one of the cups from its place on the tray, and waved his hand over the top to cool it a little. “Here,” He offered the cup with another smile.
Amanae eyed the tea for a moment, before taking it gratefully. “You know…my brother would have never done this for me. Where is he?”
“Out. With his girlfriend.” Ran replied. “Just rest for now. You can yell at him later.” He made drinking gestures, "Drink. You'll feel better."
The sickly-looking woman sipped the tea slowly, face contorting into an expression of disgust as the tea hit her tongue. She attempted to cover this expression with a small, pained smile and a nod. "O-oh," She choked out, swallowing gingerly, "It's good!"
Akuran beamed at her, proud at his accomplishment in tea making.
In all honesty, of course, he'd been taught to make tea by Amanae's father, who was a bitter man with bitter coffee. Ran knew no better, assuming that 'father knew best.'
After a few more pained sips, Amanae pressed the teacup back into her adoptive son's hands. "Oh, Ran, thank you," She said, trying to to bring the tea back up, "It was...delicious,"
Akuran beamed once more, and moved to pour her another one. Amanae saw that he'd made an entire kettle, and her stomach gurgled in protest.
Today was going to be a LONG day.
((last minute attempt <3))
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 5:59 pm
Username: Truth.Be.Told
Scent Trying For: Opium Musk
Scent Name: Mael
Guardian Name: Esme Esperance
Prompt: 1
"Mama?" Mael poked his head into his mother's room, his little sister in his arms. It was rather early, and the young Scent was a bit confused as to why his mother hadn't heard the infant crying. He didn't much like taking care of his sister, but it was better than the headaches that resulted from letting her keep crying. And he regretted looking.
Esme was sprawled out on her bed in a rather un-Esme-like fashion, breathing heavy and her tenebrous sleep interrupted by rather violent sneezes and coughs. She didn't look a thing like the motherly figure he'd come to view as his 'Mama'. He called again, this time catching her attention. She sat bolt upright, cringing at the pain of sudden movement, and looked at the Scent with wide pale blue eyes.
"Oh...oh no! I'm running late for a fitting, aren't I, mon fils?" Mael tried to stop her from moving around so much as she bustled about the room...well, as much as one can bustle with a half-bum leg.
"Mama! Stop!" Esme looked over to her son, blinking. "You are obviously not well. You are to rest until you're better." She went to open her mouth, only to have him shush her. "No. You are not to complain. What in Midori has got you looking so horrible." Esme looked a little guilty.
"Hay fever, I'm afraid. I'm not contagious...just miserable." Mael huffed.
"Well then...sleep it out. I'll look after things...with help, of course...until you are better. Which had better be soon." Esme looked over at the Scent curiously as she crawled back into bed.
"Why are you doing this, Mael?" The Scent just smirked.
"Because, Mama, you can't do much for me when you're in such a state." As he hustled out of the room to call in the help of their strange extended family, Esme wondered just why she loved Mael so much.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 6:50 pm
Oh, why not. <333
Username; soutou
Scent; Opium Musk
Scent Name; Vincent
Guardian Name; Captain Alexander Vega
Prompt; 2
Rainy days always proved to be a problem for the captain and his crew. The addition of a third child made life no easier. (Really, what was he thinking, adding a third whelp to his ship?) But he did. And here they were, trapped inside as a beast of a storm raged outside. Personally, Alex had no problem sending children out to play in the hellish storm, but Katrina insisted it was bad for their health. Children these days, really.
So Devakanya settled in her room, more than happy to be holed up reading, and Sydney joined her, having recently discovered the joys of literature himself. So that left Vincent. Alex, like the other two, had settled down on his favorite couch with the paper, intending to read the thing front to back. This plan of action, however, did not suit the Scent. No, it did not suit him one bit. Alex didn’t care. This wouldn’t do.
This wouldn’t do at all.
First, Vincent just sat much too close to Alex, well aware he was invading the ex-pirate’s personal space bubble. The captain muttered under his breath and got up, not willing to get into a battle he had little chance of winning. Of course, young master Vincent had no intention of giving up so easily. Not at all. He slowly meandered over to where Alex had relocated, sitting on the arm of the large chair, leaning over the dark-haired man’s shoulder to read whatever he was reading.
Alex bristled and gave Vincent a dark, warning look.
“No,” he replied, voice silky and all too commanding.
Alex suddenly found himself all but choking on a whiff of opium musk. He coughed and sprung to his feet, limping a few steps away. “Vincent,” he growled, pushing some hair behind his ear. “Go find someone else to bother.”
“No.” Vincent stood, folding his arms over his chest and locking gazes with his guardian. A defiant act, once again challenging the older man to a battle. Once again, Alexander Vega refused to be sucked in. They’d battled too many times to count, and Alex won as often as he lost. He didn’t like those odds, so now hostile exchanges were avoided at all costs. Alex did not like being taken from his place as master and put in the servant’s shoes.
Trying to steer the conversation in another direction, Alex said, “If you don’t want to read, why don’t you bake something?”
“Do I look like a girl to you?” Vincent sneered, finishing off with a haughty snort.
The captain had to keep reminding himself the boy was just that, a boy, and he really shouldn’t strangle him no matter how insolent he was. Keeping his face perfectly passive (though anyone who was really paying attention might notice the slight eye-twitch), Alex shrugged. “Fine. Fix the sink. That’s manly,” he snorted.
“Why don’t you do it, then?”
“Because I told you too,” Alex snapped, jaw clenching.
Vincent laughed, and shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he replied, refusing to be baited. “It’s your responsibility,” he murmured. He watched Alex bristle and puff and shake his head, growing more and more flustered the longer the exchange went on. A few terse sentences later sent the captain storming into the kitchen, waving his arms and cursing everything that came to mind. Vincent just smiled the perfect smile, all sugar and spice and everything nice and just dripping, dripping with sin.
Vincent had won, naturally. He mentally added another tally to his wall of victories, tipping his head and retreating to Alex’s chair as though he was taking some sort of victory lap. That went well. He removed Alex from his seat to claim as his own, got Alex to put down the paper, also claimed as his own, if only for the comics, and convinced Alex to fix the sink without really even having to try.
Now that he was in the kitchen, Vincent was certain he’d be baking those cookies he was talking about, too.
Yes. That went well indeed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:21 pm
This is ridiculous >_> Hardly anyone followed the designated personality for the scents.
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