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Post by Stockmon on Nov 21, 2007 0:35:35 GMT -6
Stephanie woke up slowly this afternoon. She had yet to really figure out what she was supposed to be doing, and had she… she might have been shirking that by now. She was feeling lazy with her hair. Cornrow? Not likely. She lay in bed, blinking as the sunlight fell into her eyes. She sat up slowly, in annoyance. Running a hand through her hair she pulled it back with a comb type thingy.
She was dressed in a matter of moments, pulling on a pair of boys basketball shorts already with her t-shirt. Today was a lazy day. Most days were, for the gamekeeper who still hadn’t figured out why they called her a gamekeeper. Really, where were those games? She cracked her neck to the side, rubbing crust out of her eyes. She wasn’t hungry yet, that was fine. Today wasn’t a makeup day, so she didn’t apply any. She’d had enough fun dressing up for that Masquerade, so she might not dress up for a while. But then again, she might wear a ball gown to the next lunch. If only she owned a ball gown. Surely her mother had owned one. She’d have to ask Dany about that sometime. She’d write him that night.
She felt Pathos sliding up the side of her leg. “Good morning dear.” She said, even though it was probably two or so. The snake made it’s way up around his master’s waist. Stephanie stroked the soft skin gently, nearly cooing with delight. Pathos was her baby, that was for certain.
With snake in hand, or close enough, Stephanie walked outside. It was light out, and therefore, Stephanie would follow suit. She starred at a small rock. There was obviously supposed to be a lovely metal bench there. She could see that. Why couldn’t the rock. Really, it was just in the shade of a nice tall tree. Perfectly overlooking the grounds. Honestly, what was wrong with that rock? Stephanie decided to rectify the situation. She pulled out her wand, quickly transfiguring that poor rock into a bench. It was not lovely, per se, and it was made of some sort of stone, perhaps… the rock. But it was a bench, with an open back, and that was all that mattered. Stephanie made her way over and sat down, still stroking Pathos gently.
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Post by Gin on Nov 21, 2007 15:42:58 GMT -6
"Malcom Malcom Malcom. You really just don't know when to shut up. Honestly, if I didn't know you were such a player, I would have said yes as soon as I saw you. But you spoke. You ruined it. Sorry."
"GAH! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!"
"When will you learn? I don't want to go skinny dipping with you."
"Take a hint and go away."
Normal night. Normal day. Everything was happy in the Malcom Way--Girls found that much like the Milky Way, the Malcom way was very nice to look at from a distance but when you got too close, there was nothing there except something big and empty. Girls found a deep resentment toward the Milky Way for this reason.
But on this normal day, there was no rhyme or even a reason for why Malcom had dragged himself and his Gryffindor friend out of the castle at 3 in the morning. Maybe it was to look at the pretty Milky Way. Or maybe it was because Malcom really wanted to see if the fairies from the forest by the Gamekeeper's Hut would do him since the witches wouldn't.
With no luck at even finding the little creatures, Malcom left the forest and the warthog he had probably scared for life by asking it if it would like to spend a pleasurable evening with Malcom Gray. It had snorted, shuddered, and lumbered off to hide behind a rock. The Slytherin had taken that as an sign from God that the animal just wanted privacy. Malcom waggled his eyebrows, patted Ike's shoulder, said something to the nature of "Watch this," and strode back behind the rock. Needless to say, he came out shrieking that he had gotten something The warthog trotted out, rubbing his tusk on the rock, trying to remove the piece of jean that was stuck there.
Coming to the edge of the forest, his grey eyes landed on a snake. It was big and curling around some chick on a funky bench. He chuckled and nudged Ike in the ribs.
"Hey, sexy thing. All alone, are you?" he asked, walking closer to the woman and the reptile.
[[Edit: 1 galleon given by The Galleon Mistress]]
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Post by purrfection on Nov 23, 2007 20:10:45 GMT -6
Night was a special time for Ike. It was a time of parties, food, beer, and those rambunctious little bed-wetting fairies that had followed Ike around all his life, even though he hadn't diddled in his bed since he was 9. Even though those little buggers represented a habit that was against Ike's religious faith (he had sworn by the Holy Book of Toilets a good three years ago), he regarded their after-hours presence with respect and referred to the both of them by their given names: Piddle D. Piddles (better know as Piddy) and Sanchez.
"Piddy, how do you keep your ass light so bright?" Malcom had dragged all of them outside onto the grounds in the middle of night, and Piddy seemed especially pleased. Bed-wetting fairies weren't larger than a roll of toilet paper, but they were as bright as flourescent lamps. "Now now, Sanchez, don't be jealous. Everyone knows you've got the biggest thorax in all Toilet Land." Ike shot the bit of air between his and Malcom's face a sly wink before skipping ahead a little. He had no idea what they were doing or why they were here, but he was always up for an adventure.
Not that said adventure was much of a team effort between he and Malcom. Ike, for the most part, was too obsessed with the fairies that might or might not have been bobbing around his head to enjoy the trauma of Malcom's run-in with a warthog. "Sanchez," he told Malcom, when the Slytherin came out of the bush with his jeans ripped up, "wants to capituate." As if this wasn't the most horrible disfiguration of the word 'copulate' in the history of the world, Ike grinned and flapped his arms around and "fluttered" around a bush a few yards from Malcom.
"Hey, sexy thing. All alone, are you?"
Listening to Malcom coming onto a woman was nothing new to Ike. He probably would have ignored it if Sanchez weren't looking for his soul mate. Frolicking over to where Malcom was, Ike peered over his friend's shoulder and saw a woman sitting on a stone bench. "What are you, blind? She's not alone, she's petting a snake."
((To understand why I'm laughing stupidly right now, just stick your head in the gutter as you read the last quote.))
[[Admin Edit: 1 galleon given by Gin.]]
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 24, 2007 1:00:33 GMT -6
Stephanie was considering her options. Should she sleep? Not go inside and sleep, but just sort of lay on the bench and sleep. She could go terrorize random students. Something must need to be done. Perhaps she had to feed some animals? She’d make a student do that, perhaps? That sounded like a good game to her, she could deal with that.
Before she got up, Pathos started to become restless, he was licking at her hand. Before she could ask what he wanted, Stephanie heard the voices of two boys,
“Hey, sexy thing.” Well that was a new one. Stephanie was a bit concerned though. Was that was Pathos wanted? To warn her about annoying students? “All alone, are you?”
Was the boy blind? Obviously Stephanie was deeply engaged with Pathos, who was troubling her. Then the other one spoke, Stephanie was about to slap someone before she heard what he said,
“What are you, blind? She’s not alone, she’s petting a snake.”
Hmm… that one was smarter. Stephanie looked the boys over. She got the impression that one of them had his pants torn. She hadn’t really paid attention to who’d said what, so she didn’t know which to favor. She decided to dislike both of them. They were both tall. Stupid tall students. What had happened? Someone must have spiked the water at the maternity wards, kids were springing up like towers of smurfs now. Stephanie refused to tolerate this. She would start crafting a mallet the next afternoon. The students would stop being taller than her, even if force must be used.
She stared at the students for another moment. “Pathos does not enjoy your presence,” She said, she would not tarnish her image in front of Pathos, he was too noble. She stroked his head gently as he hissed at the newcomers.
[[Admin Edit: 1 galleon given by Gin.]]
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Post by Gin on Nov 24, 2007 14:52:03 GMT -6
[[*looks up at Purr from the gutter* I blame you.]]
“What are you, blind? She’s not alone, she’s petting a snake.”
Malcom did not count a snake as company needing to be acknowledged. He snorted and lifted his hand to smack Ike over the head. They were about the same height so it wasn't a difficult task. The woman on the other hand, looked like she would be perfectly comfortable sitting at the kids' table. And yet he was strangly turned on. Of course, he was always turned on as long as the girl had a chest and a butt.
He flashed her a cocky grin and moved forward, stopping a few feet to the side of the stone--maybe--bench.
“Pathos does not enjoy your presence."
His grin widened, dropping his mind down a level into the gutter he had managed to climb up during the hours he was sleeping.
"Is that what you call it? I call mine Caffeine and he likes your presence." Malcom was, at this point in time, completly oblivious to the actual snake flicking its tongue at him and Ike. He moved closer to Stephanie, edging his way to side on the rock. "My friend and I were just..." He trailed off and looked up at Ike. "Yo, Ikus. What were we doing?" He had the vague idea that they--or at least he--had been chasing faries around the forest but whatever Ike was seeing floating around his head had to be interesting. Maybe Malcom could convince Ike's bed-wetting faries to let him be able to fly... And see them.
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Post by purrfection on Nov 24, 2007 19:39:20 GMT -6
“Pathos does not enjoy your presence.”
"Presents?" Ike looked interestedly at the woman. Malcom's smack to the head had not phased him. Head trauma was not possible for one whose brain was the size of a pea and the density of cotton. "Who's got presents?"
All of a sudden, there was horrible hissing noise. Such a sound could have easily belonged to a snake, which would have been anyone's first guess. But there was no way a snake could be hissing as there were no Little Mermaid Special Edition DVDs anywhere nearby and everyone hissed at the Little Mermaid. What the noise really belonged to caused Ike to panic. "SANCHEZ," he called, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO SIT IN PUDDLES?!" He ran back around the bush where Malcom had nearly lost his jeans in search of the mischievious fairy.
"Is that what you call it? I call mine Caffeine and he likes your presence."
Without warning, Ike shouted "PRESENTS?!" very loudly and poked his head right over the woman's left shoulder. All this talk of presents and it wasn't even his birthday yet... or Christmas. He couldn't remember which came first. "Is it Frebtui-tary... or Febtober?" He could never remember. The months of the year had always been a difficult concept for him to grasp.
"My friend and I were just... Yo, Ikus. What were we doing?"
Ike plopped his head down on the shoulder it had been hovering above so that it weighted it down a little, then began to rotate his entire body so that he could look at Malcom. Needless to say, the woman's neck couldn't have been too comfortable, for it was being pushed off to the right in the process. "Piddy found your skirt," he informed Malcom. "It was in that bush." He lifted one arm up and threw a frilly blue-and-bronze skirt at Malcom's face.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 24, 2007 20:22:55 GMT -6
“Presents?” it was the voice of the one who she’d agreed with. It was coming from the one without the ripped pants. Stephanie made a mental note, people with ripped pants were not to be trusted. “Who’s got presents?”
Stephanie regarded the boy for a moment, but then he said, “SANCHEZ, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO SIT IN PUDDLES?!” Stephanie blinked, deciding to ignore that little outburst.
“Yes, presence. Pathos-“
"Is that what you call it? I call mine Caffeine and he likes your presence.” it was the one with the ripped pants, again.
“PRESENTS?!” Stephanie looked back to see Ikus’ head… on her left shoulder. “Is it Frebtui-tary... or Febtober?” Huh? Were those months? It sounded like a month… Stephanie was too lazy to research that.
“My friend and I were just… Yo, Ikus.” The smart one was Ikus? It works for Stephanie. “What were we doing?” He couldn’t even remember that? For shame…
“Piddy found your skirt, It was in that bush.” said Ikus, holding something up at the one with the ripped pants.
Stephanie did not like the pressure against her neck. She growled at the boy, just before Pathos reacted. Pathos began to unwrap around Stephanie, wrapping quickly around Ikus, pulling his arms close to him. Stephanie smiled, forgetting most of what they’d said. But she did stare at the blue thing that Ikus had held up.
“Who are you, and why are you aggravating my pet?” She asked, sitting Indian style on the bench, giving the other boy a curious look, as if Pathos hadn’t just constricted his friend.
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