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*Yawn*
Sept 20, 2009 15:35:13 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 20, 2009 15:35:13 GMT -8
Carcer was sitting in one of the library chairs. there was a book atop his fact and his body had a mildly slumping posture. It was easy to see that the boy had fallen asleep whilst reading his book.
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*Yawn*
Sept 20, 2009 15:47:49 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 20, 2009 15:47:49 GMT -8
The library is supposed to be a quiet place, but seeing as Wednesday was still exploring, there was not a chance for it. She had a large pair of headphones around her neck; the music playing was her family together, and all of them were doing what they do best musically. She on the cello, her father on the pipe organ, her mother playing with finger cymbals, and her sister on the harpsichord. It all sounded strange, for Wednesday was wearing a modern dark, punk outfit. With no hesitation, she walked up to Carcer, read the title, then she took off her headphones, and clapped them onto his head.
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*Yawn*
Sept 20, 2009 15:51:27 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 20, 2009 15:51:27 GMT -8
Carcer sat up, the book falling to the floor, he blinked a few time confusedly ," What the hell?", he then asked sliding the headphones down. " why'd you do hat?", he then asked once he was slightly more awake.
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*Yawn*
Sept 20, 2009 16:22:09 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 20, 2009 16:22:09 GMT -8
Wednesday shrugged, "You were sleeping." Bebe leaped from her bag and landed on the boy's chest. The rag doll wore a skirt, shirt, and socks; her eyes were made of buttons and they were angry or buttons. "That is no excuse," Bebe objected. Wednesday held a glowing ball of magic, but then it dramatically shrank to the size a cherry on her pointing finger. "What are you doing," Bebe inquired. Wednesday stepped closer, and touched Bebe's mouth. Bebe tried to open her mouth; it was sewn shut. Bebe panicked around the room on the floor. Wednesday dispelled her finger. "Why are you sleeping here," she asked.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 17:25:02 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 21, 2009 17:25:02 GMT -8
Carcer handed her back her head phones, he was still a little bleary from earlier," I was asleep because that book was really boring and I need to finish it soon", he said as he put the book on the table near him and sat up straight.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 17:30:45 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 21, 2009 17:30:45 GMT -8
Wednesday took her headphones and put them back around her neck. The music was silent for a split second as the selection changed; the new song was a demented sounding music box. She looked him in the eyes and merely stated, "You know, if the book is that boring, you could always pick up another." Bebe was still running around in panic; Wednesday sat in the chair across from him. Her all around look was very mellow.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 17:41:45 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 21, 2009 17:41:45 GMT -8
Carcer watched the rag doll run around due to its mouth being sewn shut. His gazed seemed rather intense as if he was reading for something. a moment later a knife shot through the air and sliced through the stitching that was holding the mouth shut. the knife then impaled the wall. Carcer didn't even seemed to have moved nor was he even mildly surprised by the blades appearance.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 17:48:53 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 21, 2009 17:48:53 GMT -8
Bebe screamed, then fainted. Wednesday frowned, "There wasn't any reason for it," then looked at the boy, "What's your problem.....oh....what is your name anyway?" Bebe walked over to Wednesday and kicked her boot, only then did she remember what she was made of and hopped around in pain. She was ignored for the moment; the person across from Wednesday was more of focus than anything else. Her eyes were intense, seeing as they were a poisonous green at the moment.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 18:01:10 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 21, 2009 18:01:10 GMT -8
Carcer sighed a little," My name is Carcer , and it was annoyed with the stitching so i removed the stitches", Carcer said very plainly, he flicked his hand around in a circle, every time he did another knife appeared between his fingers until the entire fist was filled.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 18:09:15 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 21, 2009 18:09:15 GMT -8
After such a statement, Wednesday was a tad annoyed; she thought, "Gee this guy has a stick up his ass." There was a slight pause, for she wasn't sure what the hell to do. Bebe walked over to Carcer and climbed up to sit near him in hopes of being safe. "So," Wednesday began, "I take it you're one of those that doesn't like people." That was the best she could manage to say before the comments were worse than what she said.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 18:17:23 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 21, 2009 18:17:23 GMT -8
" You mean a misanthrope, yeah some people think i am, others don't I've don't really care much about their opinions though", Carcer said as he pat the dolls head with the knife free hand.
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*Yawn*
Sept 21, 2009 18:24:12 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 21, 2009 18:24:12 GMT -8
Wednesday was left there, searching for words, and as she did such her left eye began to twitch. Her fingers were curled around the chair's arms and they were slowly tensing up. Bebe was too proud of herself; Wednesday opened her bag and pulled out a needle and thread for no reason. "Carcer," she finally said as she looked over with a calm, stone face, "You must be worse off than I am. I just scare people."
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*Yawn*
Sept 26, 2009 8:18:36 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 26, 2009 8:18:36 GMT -8
" I've been known to do that as well, but it has never bothered me all that much", Carcer answered his face taking on a thoughtful look. his rubbing of the doll's head continued
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*Yawn*
Sept 26, 2009 8:28:14 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 26, 2009 8:28:14 GMT -8
"I like you," said Wednesday, "You remind me of my cousin Barty." She stares at Carcer, almost in a dreamlike state. "You seem rather comfortable with my doll," commented the young woman. The spool of thread fell to the ground and rolled down for a while, yet Wednesday watched it as it rolled.
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*Yawn*
Sept 26, 2009 8:35:35 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 26, 2009 8:35:35 GMT -8
" I am used to having small creatures nearby, it is mildly comforting", Carcer answered as he eye'd the thread curiously. why would she be dropping thread like that?
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*Yawn*
Sept 26, 2009 8:56:15 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 26, 2009 8:56:15 GMT -8
Wednesday tugged on the thread once, and it rolled in reverse with the twists and turns. It was comparable to a piece of film playing in rewind. She smiled, and revealed that she had fangs for the day, but the smile didn't last long. "I'm glad that you like her. I didn't intend to bring her at all," said Wednesday.
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*Yawn*
Sept 26, 2009 9:00:34 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 26, 2009 9:00:34 GMT -8
" Why is it you didn't want to bring her?", Carcer asked confused , the doll seemed like a rather comforting presence. He couldn't understand why she wouldn't want it with her.
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*Yawn*
Sept 27, 2009 12:09:29 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 27, 2009 12:09:29 GMT -8
Wednesday looked at Bebe with a very distrusting look regarding Carcer. Then she looked at him and smiled a frustrated smile, her fangs glistening, "Well, although I made her, she still acts like a nanny and makes sure that I'm constantly doing right rather than wrong." She flipped the spool of thread like a coin.
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*Yawn*
Sept 27, 2009 12:30:56 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 27, 2009 12:30:56 GMT -8
" again unless you have some need to do wrong i don't see why you wouldn't want her along", Carcer says. Carcer looked around for his book as well.
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*Yawn*
Sept 27, 2009 12:36:25 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 27, 2009 12:36:25 GMT -8
There was nothing more to say' Wednesday was just tired of the contradiction, so she instead merely sat there and smiled, and her fangs were glistening more. Wednesday didn't care what people thought of her, for they would most likely be wrong about her.
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*Yawn*
Sept 27, 2009 12:39:19 GMT -8
Post by Carcer on Sept 27, 2009 12:39:19 GMT -8
Carcer tossed the knives into the air, he began to juggle them with the same bored look on his face. after a little while more knives began to add themselves to the circle he was juggling, seemingly out of nowhere.
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*Yawn*
Sept 27, 2009 12:50:29 GMT -8
Post by Wednesday Coffin on Sept 27, 2009 12:50:29 GMT -8
Wednesday was inspired, for the lack of a better word, and shifted to get a sketch book out of her bag. When she opened her bag, the sketch book was right on top, but there was a note written on the cover. "Have a screaming school year. Love, Winter," was written, and Wednesday wrote back, "I love you too. See you, Wednesday." Then she proceeded to pull out said sketch book and opened up to a particular page. On it was a drawing of a doll like Bebe, but it had a masculine touch to it. Needle, thread, cloth, and buttons rose out of her bag, and they began to sew the new friend.
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