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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:16 pm
Just a single glance around the room gave one a sense of what Inky herself was like. Shy, quiet, and calm was the gentle mask that had slid itself over both the room and its owner, but upon looking closer one could find signs of her more bouncy and happy side.
Nearest the doorway is a stack of boxes, actually, stacked around the doorway is much more accurate. Two to the immediate left and two to the immediate right, it's obvious they were put there so Inky would remember to unpack them. It appears that this tactic hasn't worked as planned, as she has more of a tendency to trip over them, curse wildly, then kick them across the room than remember what they were there for. Two of said boxes are labelled clothing while the other two are labelled miscellaneous. Miscellaneous indeed! -- she has anything from video games to undergarments in there. Another hint at Inky's terrible cleanliness -- labels do not always remain true to the contents.
Another interesting part of Inky's room was the dresser, pushed up against the wall to the right. At one point, it was an ordinary dresser -- just an ordinary painted white dresser. However, recently, as result of Inky's boredom and hyperactivity, it transformed under a few coats of a homemade paint job. Inky had made a vertical line down the center to start with, and painted the entire right side black, and the entire left side light blue. The line, of course, was covered. Then Inky went in with white paint and, on the black side, painted in stars and a crescent moon as decoration. On the blue side, with the white paint, puffy clouds were painted to decorate the baby blue sky, and a fiery yellow sun was added.
On top of the uniquely painted dresser rested many different figurines. Ranging from large to small, upon comparing all of them one would discover there was a common theme -- all of these figures were dragons. The most was a fearsome blue dragon, when if laid flat the height went from Inky's elbow to her wrist. Her glaring red eyes seem to pierce into the holder of the dragon, while its teeth, although poorly painted, are bared in a menacing snarl. The orange spines curling down the back of its neck add to its awesome might, proving that if this dragon were alive it would be a force to be dealt with. The large, deep blue wings seemed to accent the dragon's menacing pose, and gave room for its sturdy body and twisting tail, giving one the sense of a powerful river behind that rippling muscle. However, the prize of Inky's collection was not the magnificent blue dragon she had dubbed Sapphire; no, Inky had declared little Dove as her favorite. Her sky blue hue glossy and shining was only accented by the fragile light pink wings upon her back and the pink spines down the back of her neck... Ah, little Doveling was special. Amidst all her larger and sturdier brethren, little Dove was the only one who continually made Inky smile... Yes, if related to a mother and her child, Dove would definitely be Mother's Favorite. Although these are only two of the more prominent dragons among her collection, many others exist, ranging from the jade-cut Lung named Riven to the small purple dragon named Sunset.
The twin bed followed the pattern the dresser left in its wake. Its comforter had a picture of a howling wolf sewn into it, while the pillows were black with decorations of the moon and stars upon them. Resting around the pillows were a handful of plushies, and judging by the hollow indents next to the pillows, that was where her few pets slept as well.
The desk, jammed in the far left corner, flaunted another of Inky's past times. Scattered upon the desktop were several drawing utensils -- pencils, markers, colored pencils, craypas -- you name it. Along with the littered drawing equipment were several sheets of paper. It was worth noting that all Inky left out were only partially finished, as she stashed her finished drawings in the drawer the desk boasted. Along with the drawing materials, there were several scented candles. All a lavender purple color, their scent is classified as Gathering Storm.
The door to her room finally unlocked, it proved that Inky was finally ready to let others into her room.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:22 pm
Ahiru peeked her head inside to get a look of Inky's room. "It looks so nice..." She said quietly, beginning to step inside.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:34 pm
"Don't trip on the boxes!" Called a small voice from the corner of the room. Inky herself was located underneath her desk, in the space the chair was supposed to be. Jumping to her feet, she was rewarded with a thud as her head hit the desk. Letting out a grumble, she emerged from underneath the desk, lugging her gwee along who protested in jerking back and forth, whimpering. "Sorry, he got stuck." She apologized quickly before setting him back down, gingerly rubbing her sore forehead. A weak smile crossing her lips, she waved at Ahiru.
"Hey. Um... Welcome to my humble home?" Clumsily bowing with a sheepish grin, it was a surprise her discoordination didn't make her fall over while attempting such a graceful action.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:48 pm
Freya slowly opened the door. "Sister Inky? Are you there?" As she walked in, she tripped over boxes. o_o
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:57 pm
Glancing over at Freya, she quickly straightened herself out of her bow to see Freya tumbling over her boxes. Holding in a chuckle, Inky shook her head back and forth absentmindedly, a smile tempting her lips. While wondering if she should get a whiteboard and mark down the people her boxes took out, she realized that Freya had asked her something before having her legs pushed out from underneath her.
"Ah, yes, I'm here. Sorry about the boxes. One of these days I really need to unpack them." Shrugging it off, Inky smiled lightly at her friend. "What brings you here?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 8:04 pm
Little Inky Glancing over at Freya, she quickly straightened herself out of her bow to see Freya tumbling over her boxes. Holding in a chuckle, Inky shook her head back and forth absentmindedly, a smile tempting her lips. While wondering if she should get a whiteboard and mark down the people her boxes took out, she realized that Freya had asked her something before having her legs pushed out from underneath her.
"Ah, yes, I'm here. Sorry about the boxes. One of these days I really need to unpack them." Shrugging it off, Inky smiled lightly at her friend. "What brings you here?"
As Freya was getting herself up, she asked, "Would you like some help unpacking those boxes? Or would you rather have them trip more guests?" >:F
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 8:11 pm
A sheepish grin was displayed at this. "Oh, no, no, don't bother yourself over it. I'll get to it eventually. Besides, I'm not even sure what's in those... I'd much rather look through them when I'm on my own time."
Stretching lightly, her hand absentmindedly trailed to her drawer, and she scooped up Dove into the palm of her hand. Quietly cooing to the little dragon figurine before setting it down, she turned back to Freya.
"There isn't much here for entertainment, I'm afraid..." Now addressing both Ahiru and Freya, she smiled at them. "But I can however offer you some tea, if you would like that."
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 8:19 pm
"Tea would be lovely, Inky." smile
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 8:44 pm
"Alright!" Inky's eyes notably lit up at the thought of tea, smiling. Skipping over to her bed, she poked a green creature that had just recently fallen asleep. It rolled other, proving itself to be a gwee. "Tiran, wake up," Inky muttered under her breath. Finally scooping him up, he let out a squeak as he was jolted awake. Plopping him back down onto the bed, Inky smiled at him. "Tea time!" She exclaimed in a singsong voice. A purr escaped Tiran as he tilted his head. "Oh, you know what that means," Inky scolded. Striding over to her desk, a drawer was pulled out. "Let's see... Where is it... Aha!" Brandished from the drawer was a tea kettle.
Skittering into the private bathroom that could have been mistaken for a closet at first glance, Inky filled the kettle with water and dropped the tea leaves in. Skipping back out, she set the kettle down on her bed, accidentally sloshing a bit of water onto her comforter. Shrugging it off, she walked back to her desk, quickly drawing out a black glove and an oven mitt. Taking a step away, it was obvious she forgot something when she quickly spun back, lost her balance, and nearly tripped over her own feet before regaining her footing. Mentally kicking herself, she reached into the drawer and pulled out two tea cups before kicking the drawer closed, resulting in a smashing sound. Staring down at the drawer for a long moment, Inky turned to look at Freya and Ahiru with a sheepish grin before setting the cups down on the desk.
Hurrying herself, Inky pulled the black glove on, it extending to her her elbow. Sliding on the oven mitt, she grasped the handle of the kettle before walking back to Tiran. "Let 'er rip!" Inky said with a grin. As a response, a flame burst forth from Tiran's maw. Flinching back from the flames a little, Inky absent-mindedly hummed as Tiran heated the water, obviously used to this routine. Finally, the kettle whistled. Tiran, on cue, retracted his flame and smoke was exhaled from his nostrils. Humming some sort of Evanescence song, Inky poured the tea into the tea cups. Leaving them on the desk, she let out a slight sigh as all the excitement ended.
"I'll leave it there. You can take it when it cools down a bit, or whenever you'd like, really." Glancing around the room, Inky shrugged absentmindedly and put the tea kettle on the desk, apparently not caring it'll leave a burn mark. Then she tugged the oven mitt and glove off, stretching lightly and smiling at Tiran in thanks. Sleepily, Tiran curled back up into a ball.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 9:09 pm
(Sorry guys, gotta get to sleep... Somehow I need to wrap this up. @.o)
After making sure Ahiru and Freya had gotten their tea and were safely out the door without any tripping incidents, Inky quickly changed into her pajamas. Walking to the door, she opened it slightly to hang a sign.DO NOT DISTURB. Tiran is a trained attack gwee. Have a nice day. :D Closing the door silently, Inky locked it. Turning, she moved over to her bed. Scooting her gwee over, she crawled under the covers and was sound asleep in a matter of minutes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 1:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 1:25 pm
Cordain knocks on the door to Inky's room, "Inky! I have something for you! Open up or I'll slip Zaz scented bait past the door and bring the GMH here!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 1:32 pm
Cordain Cordain knocks on the door to Inky's room, "Inky! I have something for you! Open up or I'll slip Zaz scented bait past the door and bring the GMH here!" Are you following me or somethin? stare
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 2:21 pm
"Mmph..."
Turning over in her sleep, Inky's dreams blocked out the loud noises of the visitors. Her body curled up into a ball under her covers, Inky appeared to have not even heard the others. Her mouth gaping in a silent yawn, she pulled a very disgruntled Tiran closer to her chest before tugging the covers up further, then drifting back off into a deep slumber.
Now, Inky was known to be a very deep sleeper. It took a lot to wake her up, even if someone had somehow broken into her room while another was rapping away at her door. In fact, she seemed unperturbed by the strange happenings around her. She was cozy surrounded by her pets and plushies. In fact, there were eight water meats all on and surrounding her pillows and two Momos sitting at the end of the bed; not to mention Tiran the gwee who was being tortured into being a teddy bear.
Murmuring something lightly in her sleep, she snuggled her head back into the pillow, unaware of the two visitors that had dropped by.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 2:38 pm
*walks closer to the bed not seeing Inky* Well maybe she wont mind me crashing here for my room is bare and has nothing in it yet stupid suppliers not getting here on time now I wont know when they will get here *takes a pillow and lays down next to the bed and falls asleep*
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