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Post by Cherriflower on Aug 21, 2011 22:31:50 GMT -5
The sun was high in the sky, beating down on the people making their way through the streets. The town square was fairly full for a day without the market. Of course, it was always fairly fill, what with it being practically dead center in the town, so many people passed through on their way to and from wherever. That made it the perfect place for an aspiring businessperson to set up shop. Even on today, when the market wasn’t set up, there were a good few people peddling their wares to passers by, trying to offer them ‘unique deals’. Was that even allowed? Probably wasn’t legal, but so long as the police people didn’t find out it didn’t matter, right? There were more than a few small vendors selling food and drink too, just a simple stall catering to commuters and those who were taking a break from work or having a stroll through town. How many people lived here anyway? There were so many people working outside and around the settlement, and so many more working within its limits. And yet there were also many passing through here on their way to those places. There must be an awfully huge number of residents within the town limits. One of those people carried with them a large bundle of sticks and fabric along with a bulging backpack.
Now that summer was here the days were longer and hotter, the sun burned much brighter. Cherri knew first hand how nasty sunburn could be. It his her worse than most, and didn’t like to go away. It was painful and irritating and didn’t like to go away. So she took precautions. She was wearing a straw hat with a huge brim, so large that it looked almost comical. Of course, that only made the young woman like it more. She made her way though the throngs of people, practically skipping. The only thing stopping her was the large, long bundle in her arms and the heavy pack on her back. Finding a spot roughly near the middle of the square, just a short way from the statue at its center, Cherri dropped the bundle, paused for a moment for a breath, then bent down and started separating the sticks from the cloth. It took her a while, but her efforts were rewarded with the construction of a small canopy, made of a while linen cloth held up by four poles planted in the dirt and supported by handful of others. Another cloth was on the floor beneath the canopy, held in place by her backpack and a couple of rocks. Cherri had put a good deal of thought into this little performance area. She couldn’t concentrate with her big hat on all day, and without she would be cooked before the day was done. So she had had this little bundle put together. It stood a little over six feet high, and was about the same length in all directions; this gave her a nice little cube of space to perform in.
In her backpack was a collection of instruments and objects for performing with, she never really settled on what she was going to do on any given day, so it was a good idea to bring a variety of items, then you could mix it up a little. She was decked out in a rather jester-esque suit with baggy sleeves and trouser legs. The left half was black, the right half deep red. Yes, it may look silly, but it was eye catching and made her stand out more, which was what any performer needed. Hopping down to look through the backpack, Cherri pushed aside a fiddle and dug down past what was either a trumpet or another silly hat, and found a set of juggling balls. It was as good a place to start as any. Grabbing five balls, Cherri removed them one by one, placing them down at her feet. One last step and she could begin. Her large straw hat, turned upside down, with a small stone in the bottom to stop it blowing away if the wind picked up, became a nice little collection pan for the coins anyone passing by felt like giving her. If she was honest she never made much, but it was having fun that counted, and getting a few other people to crack a smile didn’t hurt either.
Standing in the center of her little stage, Cherri took a deep breath, then got right to it. There was no point trying to draw a crown, no-one bothered to stop. If you just get on with it and people like what they see you get tips. She immediately kicked things off juggling all five balls, nothing fancy, just keeping them in the air. Then she moved on to more complex styles, throwing more little quirky motions and odd moves into the mix. The only problem with her little tent was that it prevented her from getting much height with her juggling. Once or twice one of the balls skimmed the roof, nearly throwing her timing off. She continued though, without even batting an eyelid. She hummed lightly to herself while she worked, no real tune, just something to keep herself on task. She finished by catching the balls as they fell, two in each hand, the fifth one clasped between her teeth. Trying as best as she could to smile, her arms outstretched, Cherri glanced down at the near empty tip hat… Time to work harder!
Over the next few hours a variety of acts were thrown before the passers by. Some of them stopped for a while to watch, and most of them left at least a little something. The ones who didn’t were just rude, Cherri felt like throwing a juggling ball at their heads. Maybe then they’d realize what an annoying pain was like. But instead she continued. First was the fiddle, then plate spinning… she only had room tor two plates in her backpack, so that didn’t do much for her. Then a little flute work, then ukulele, then back to the juggling, she really needed a bigger backpack, then trumpet, turns out it wasn’t a hat. Shame though, would have been a nice hat. She mixed up the acts, trying not to fall into a pattern. Fall into a pattern and you get bored, get bored and you make mistakes. When she noticed that she had a whole five people watching her, Cherri chose to stop with the ukulele and move on to a joke. She knew one that was purposefully written in an old style of talking, and as she cleared her throat she tried to remember the exact words.
” Ahem! Three fellowes wenten into a pubbe,
And gleefullye their handes did rubbe,
In expectatione of revelrie,
For 'twas the houre known as happye.
Greate botelles of wine did they quaffe,
And hadde a reallye good laffe.
'Til drunkennesse held full dominione,
For 'twas two for the price of one.
Yet after wine and meade and sac,
Man must have a massive snack,
Great pasties from Cornwalle!
Scottishe eggs round like a balle!
Great hammes, quaile, ducke and geese!
They suck'd the bones and drank the grease!
(One fellowe stood all pale and wan,
For he was vegetarianne)
Yet man knoweth that gluttonie,
Stoketh the fyre of lecherie,
Upon three young wenches round and slye,
The fellowes cast a wanton eye.
One did approach, with drunkene winke:
"'Ello darlin', you fancy a drink?",
Soon they caught them on their knee,
'Twas like some grotesque puppettrie!
Such was the lewdness and debaucherie -
'Twas like a sketch by Dick Emery!
(Except that Dick Emery is not yet borne -
So such comparisonne may not be drawn).
But then the fellowes began to pale,
For quail are not the friende of ale!
And in their bellyes much confusione!
From their throats vile extrusione!
Stinking foule corruptionne!
Came spewinge forth from droolinge lippes,
The fetide stenche did fille the pubbe,
'Twas the very arse of Beelzebubbe!
Thrown they were, from the Horne And Trumpette,
In the street, no coyne, no strumpet.
Homeward bounde, must quicklie go,
To that ende - a donkey stole!
Their handes all with vomit greased,
(The donkey was not pleased,
And threw them into a ditche of shite!)
They all agreed: "What a brillant night!"
It was rather a long joke, and she nearly lost her way a couple of times, but in the end she pulled it off perfectly. She had little idea what the joke was about, and certainly didn’t know who Dick Emery was, but some people seemed to find it funny. At least one of the people still watching was laughing with some intensity, and by now her tip hat was a good deal fuller. Hopefully she would make enough for a nice treat tonight.
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Post by Tray Parker on Aug 23, 2011 21:26:57 GMT -5
The day was hot and muggy the humidity so thick it was a drop short of being underwater, not a time one wanted to spend out on the streets let alone hauling a large bag of potatoes in. The exact thing the young captain was doing at the moment as he strolled down the street a bag of potatoes slung over each shoulder. His deeply tanned skin glistened from the sweet he was beginning to work up as he continued about the market place, hulling the sacks wasn’t much of a challenge for the young man but doing so in this heat was another story. Usually the twenty-three year old could handle the summer heat but today was particularly hot and he had had the misfortune of spending the hottest hours of the day at the market buying supplies for his ship. Normally a job for a lower ship-mate to undertake perhaps even something the cook would oversee, but the captain had decided to join his crew-mates on land for the day. After all they‘d be leaving the next morning, why not enjoy a little time on land after so many hours spent in the air? Work had been slow and the man had been stuck doing common transport jobs for Civilians and the Government(a job he did not find pleasant). The only thing that kept the captain from getting bored were the few secret deliveries for some Sky Pirates, although they hadn‘t used him for a while perhaps something had caused them to loose faith in his services or the military was a little to close to risk revealing their supporters. He knew the government had spies everywhere, even now anyone he passed by could be working for those scum bags. Either way Tray was without anything to keep him entertained as he continued down the street a slight bounce to his step even with the sacks weighing him down.
Most of the time Tray loved his job, doing what most people wouldn’t, couldn’t, or were wise enough not to undertake was quite interesting- he had certainly experienced many surprises in his line of work some pleasant, others, not so much. Although he did jobs most wouldn’t do he didn’t take on any of the real dark an illegal stuff. Nothing to dirty or underhanded, his work might lead him into odd situations, breaking a few laws here and there as he did them, but he drew a line before anything got to sinister. Of course his mind was not on his job or the fact that he had gotten a good deal on a couple of sacks of fine potatoes, or even the heat, no, his mind was on his ship “The Stargazer“. She was a beautiful specimen, a majestic square topsail schooner he had purchased three years ago. He had been lucky to get her and he thanked the gods everyday for her. She was his love, his addiction, even now she beckoned him to return. The sound of her rigging creaking in the wind was like unto a sweet violin playing underneath starlit skies, her maroon sails that of a maiden’s silken gown elegantly accenting her curves. The wind like unto the swishing of fabric as she dance upon the breeze. The schooner was a wicked temptation he could not resist.
The sudden and vigorous tugging of his hair brought Tray back to earth in time for him to notice and narrowly avoid a man over taken by laughter. Quickly dancing around him the captain easily kept his balance as he dodged the man the sacks only throwing him off slightly. Shaking his head to rid it of the pain the vicious tugs had caused Tray looked at the sack on his right shoulder, up to what appeared to be a light brown and cream dwarf rabbit perched proudly atop it its deep black pools for eyes looking back at him. The little creature was in fact a spiny rabbit he had found and raised from a kit to adulthood, a much coveted piece of meet in the eyes of the food industry. The little creature had grown quite attached to him and had insisted upon going everywhere he did. And that was how he had ended up atop the sack acting so proud of himself for saving his master from misfortune. It was an odd sight that drew many stairs, such a rare delicacy as the spiny rabbit kept as a pet was truly an odd thought and many had tried to buy or even steal the small animal from him. But they all quickly learned to regret such an act for if little Mo did not do you in with his sharp needle-like hair his owner would with his two Shashka swords(either that or he’d run you down with his ship). Right now the little rabbit’s ears were perked forward out of curiosity, his intelligent eyes drawn away from tray by the man its master had just danced around ultimately steering Tray’s blue gaze toward the man then the source of his great mirth. Sitting underneath a makeshift canopy was a young girl dressed in what appeared to be a baggy jester’s outfit sitting before a particularly large straw hat. Her funny outfit or odd bunch of entertaining devices was not what interested the man, nor was it her striking white hair so long the is touch the ground around her. None of these things caught his interest, sure they made the small girl interesting enough, but it wasn’t what truly made him want to hang around instead of just dropping a few coins into her hat an walking away no, he stayed because of the look of pleasure upon her face. The slight sparkle in her red eyes as she watched the man and then her straw hat she had turned into a tip bowl. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she entertained others, the fact that she was getting paid for it probably added to her glee who wouldn’t be pleased when they made money off of something they enjoyed? The sight of her pleased Tray for nothing pleased him more then to see someone happy and enjoying themselves-even the man who had been laughing boisterously before had made his day just a little more pleasurable.
By now the few people who had been watching had left, either dropping a few coins in her hat or simply walking on. Tray found in rude how they did not pay the gal, she was young not possibly over her teens, maybe eighteen or nineteen certainly in need of the money if she came out in that outfit in this kind of heat to perform. Of course he knew he shouldn’t judge them, he knew nothing of them or their situations in life. Perhaps they did not have the money to spare and so they could not give. Finding that subject boring the captain turned his attention back to the girl sitting a few feet before him. He was now the only body in her audience as others passed on by on their way to some place or another. With a friendly smile Tray carefully slid a potato sack off his shoulder sending Mo leaping desperately over his head to the other one in an attempt to stay atop his owner. Letting out a angry snort the little rabbit nestled himself between two large lumps in the sack nearly as large as him his eyes never leaving the girl, the flashy outfit she wore was strange to the little creature and he continued to gaze at it as if the mere act of looking would grant him the power to understand her reasoning’s behind such a suit. Placing the sack on the ground Tray fished around in his pockets before dropping some coins in the hat. What he gave was certainly not as much as he would’ve liked to have been able to give, but like her he too did not have much. He got by better then most, able to live a life comfortably(of course it wasn’t hard to please Tray just as long as he had his ship, Mo, the necessities, and the occasional person to talk to his was happy). But he was never to poor to drop at least one coin into the hat of someone who he thought deserved or needed it more then he did. It was wonder he wasn’t broke, only the fact that he spent most his time aboard the Stargazer saved him from giving most if not all his money away. The thought amused him and his smile broadened as he watched the young performer, curious as to what she’d do next.
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Word count: 1490
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Post by Cherriflower on Aug 24, 2011 21:29:48 GMT -5
How often did Cherri come out to this place? She didn’t always set up in the town square, but she spent a good deal of time in and around this area. You had to stay near the centre of the settlement to catch the crowds. Sure, you could go to some side street and set up there, but you would only get a handful of people passing by, and even fewer of them would be willing to part with a little change. It could be daunting for people trying to perform in the middle of a crowded square, with so many people buzzing past, going about their daily duties, yet this was where all the big money was made. Cherri didn’t care about the amount of people in the square. She had been a solid performer since she was young, and had never suffered from stage fright or anything of the sort. The bigger the crowd the better in her opinion. Her olde style joke had gotten a few good laughs, one man looked like he might burst. Was it really that funny? Oh well, it didn’t matter really, he was laughing and that was what Cherri wanted. The tips were a nice little bonus though. It was good to make people happy. That was another thing that was good about being in a crowded place; a lot more people who might be feeling a little down or weary. If you can put a smile on a few of their faces your job is done.
Today was surely one of the warmest days of the year. It was stifling in her costume, even under the cover of her little canopy. Still, heat was nice. It was the sun itself Cherri didn’t like. Heat was something she could take with little problem, it was cold she didn’t like so much. Of course if there was snow it didn’t matter much. Snow made even the chilliest of frozen days okay. Performing in the snow was a pain, but at least you could throw snowballs at rude people… or any passing person really. If you were performing they were less likely to assume it was you, so you got away with it nicely. It was hard to imagine that snow would fall here at all; the heat was practically visible in some places in the square. Of course that made people all the more irritable and Cherri’s job that much more important. When people were all hot and bothered they needed a good laugh to make them feel better. Cherri was providing a valuable and important service to these people, and few of them realized it. Oh well, it was still fun, you could act like crazy in public and people wouldn’t stop and stare like they did when you were just walking around. People were so uptight sometimes; they didn’t like someone expressing how they felt in public it was so restricting.
Most of the crowd had dissipated by now. There was a single man putting some heavy looking sacks on the ground, and another guy who was slowly moving away, still looking. He probably wanted to see what she would do next to see whether he should stick around a while longer. Hopping to her feet, Cherri swing round and immediately dropped to her knees before her backpack. She had used pretty much everything in it by now, she needed a better method of carrying things around. Maybe if she gathered together enough money she could get a cart or something. Though that might be hard to get around. She would need something to pull it… Then she would need to take care of an animal or something… That would be fun… but her apartment wasn’t big enough to keep anything that could pull a cart. Maybe she could pay someone to pull it? She would need to give it more thought. Make a mental note and move on. Grabbing her fiddle, Cherri twirled back to face the front as she stood.
Clearing her throat, Cherri prepared herself to play. She didn’t know why she was clearing her throat, it’s not like you needed your voice to play the fiddle… It was just a performancey thing to do. People often cleared their throats before performing, didn’t they? So it made sense to her, even if it didn’t really have any effect on the actual performance. Standing up tall, looking as dignified as she could while decked out in a black and red jester’s costume, Cherri took a moment before she began to play. One of the men had moved on by now, apparently she had taken too long getting her fiddle out. That’s what happens when you let yourself get all lost in thought. And here you go again, just start playing you silly girl. Was it strange how she told herself off in her own head? Probably not. Most people talked to themselves at least a little in their minds. If you didn’t it would probably be weird, what would you do really? How did you consider things or weigh your options? What did people who couldn’t talk do? Or deaf people? Did they still think in words? Or was it pictures or something? You’re drifting off again.
Shaking her head, Cherri cleared her throat yet again, this time more to tell herself she was about to play than anyone else… maybe that was why performers did it; to tell people they were about to play. Ahem! You have a job to do, remember? She closed her eyes for a second, prepared herself, then started to play. It was a fairly fast tune to begin with, it would get even faster though. That usually got her a few tips. People thought skilled musicians deserved the money. Funny thing was that it was the ones without so much skill that needed it more. Of course, if you weren’t skilled, why were you playing for a living? Focus. Cherri was playing just fine, but if her concentration wandered too much she might start making mistakes. Opening her eyes, she began to get into the music a little more, swaying and moving about slightly in time with the tune. The only bad thing about playing music is that you can’t dance to it if you’re holding most instruments. Ah well.
The tune quickened. Here was where Cherri could show some skill. Concentrating just that little bit harder, she almost wished she had a cool pair of shades to wear for this bit, it would look pretty cool. She gazed around at the crowds or people, most just waking past, a number looking over as they went, a few stopping for a short while, and the one guy with the sacks. Cherri wondered what was in them. Glancing down, she caught a glimpse of something sat on one of the sacks. Cherri took another look, trying to keep her concentration at the same time. It was a little animal… whatever it was it looked cute. She wanted to look closer. It was bugging her not being able to look properly. Just a little longer… She pulled herself together, finished the tune nicely and then almost immediately dropped to her knees. The fiddle fell down by her side, connecting with the floor when she knelt. It was probably fine, this thing was much more interesting. Dropping the fiddle altogether, it was pretty much down anyway, she leaned forward, head and shoulders out of the cover of the canopy to see what it was. A little animal, like a rabbit. Cherri couldn’t help uttering a soft aw when she saw what it was. She was about to reach out her hand to stroke it when she got better idea. Spinning on her knees, she reached out, just grabbing the front of her backpack. Pulling it towards her, she opened a side pocket full of biscuits. They were meant for her but how could she resist giving one to such a cute little thing? Spinning back to face the rabbit, Cherri held out the biscuit for the creature, eyes wide with interest. ”Hey there li’l fella, I gots a tweat for you!” She wasn’t sure why, but it was impossible for her to talk normally to or about cute little animals. Maybe it was a disability… though what would it be called? Oh well, whatever. Cherri had completely forgotten that there was a man with the rabbit, the creature itself was far more interesting.
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Post by Tray Parker on Aug 25, 2011 21:04:13 GMT -5
Tray watched the girl dig around in her bag with growing curiosity, and amusement as he waited for her next performance. He paid no mind to the people who passed, though he was aware of them as they went by or stopped to observe the girl hunched over her bag, still searching for the item she desired. It didn’t take long for her to find what she was after, turning to face her audience violin in hand she cleared her throat. The girl seemed ready to play yet she did not stroke the bow across the strings. She appeared to be lost in her own thoughts, something Tray was quite familiar with often times drifting off when he needed to focus on a task. Folding his arms the captain was beginning to wander if the girl would ever play, when the sound of her clearing her throat once again caused his hopes to return. Tray cocked his head taking in the sight, some how the instrument seemed fitting for this young women. Such a delicate masterpiece, elegant and graceful, almost to fragile to hold; yet it contained such power as to bring hardened men to tears as its mournful tune drawn out by the bow carried through the air. But the tune the girl played was not sad, no, it was a lively beat-one that cause your heart to quicken as your feet itched to move along to the tune. The fast paced song brought another smile to the man’s lips as he clapped along with the beat. The violin was one of Tray’s favorite instruments though he had never been able to learn how to play one, he often wished he had. But his parents didn’t have the money for such a fine thing, and so he filled his desire for music with wooden flutes he father and eventually he himself had carved.
Focusing on the girl once more Tray noticed a change in her behavior, she seemed more distracted, her eyes drifting over to him more frequently. The tune had quickened but Tray’s clapping did not, instead it slowed to a stop. His mind more focused on trying to figure out the reason for the girl’s sudden interest in him. That was when Mo sneezed, drawing Tray’s attention back to him. All the while the little creature had remained silent entranced by the strangely dressed girl. So silent was he that Tray had forgotten he was there until the ruff fibers of the sack had tickled his little nose inducing the sneeze. That was when it dawned on Tray seconds before the girl’s song came to an end, she was not interested in him, it was Mo! The small Spiny rabbit had caught the girl’s eye and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what the possible reactions to expect. Looking up in time to watch as the young lady dropped to her knees almost instantly after her performance had ended, allowing the violin to hit the ground with a painful thump in her rush to get a closer look at the animal. The captain blinked, surprised by the girl’s lack of respect toward her instrument certainly someone would treat such an expensive item with care? But it appeared that she did not take into consideration such things captivated by the small creature before her. Brushing off the surprise like a speck of dust Tray observed as the girl reached out to pet Mo-who watched it with uncertain eyes, it was not often that another tried to pet him- before she quickly withdrew it. Apparently she had had another idea. Both the rabbit and its owner watched with great curiosity as she dug around in her backpack once more, fishing out a biscuit before turning back to Mo.
Tentatively the rabbit sniffed at the offering, his ears angled forward to catch the soft crooning words that tumbled out of the girl’s mouth before twisting toward Tray as if to ask him what he should do. But his master gave him no instructions as he bent down to their level his bright blue eyes soaking in everything. So Mo took it upon himself to decide the proper action to be taken in such a situation. Leaning forward he nibbled a little of the biscuit before pulling away with a disgruntled snort, the food was not to his liking. The biscuit was dry and slightly hard from being inside the pack on such a hot day adding to the rabbit’s distaste. Keeping his eyes on the girl the rabbit backed away from the food, now uncertain of the girl’s reaction to him rejecting her gift. But he was saved by Tray who chuckled. “He’s quite the picky eater isn’t he?” he said before taking something out of his pocket,. It was a small round object, flat like that of a biscuit, although Tray called it a cookie. It was made up of a mixture of oatmeal and sunflower seeds held together by honey. Handing it toward the girl he went on, “ Here, why don’t you give him this? I think he'd like it much better.”
Upon the sight of his favorite treat Mo sat up on his back legs, his little nose twitching as he leaned forward in an attempt to reach the cookie. But Tray held it out of his reach as he waited for the girl to either take it or refuse it.
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Tag: Cherri
Words: 907
Note: written to the sound of my birds screeching.
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Post by Cherriflower on Aug 27, 2011 17:43:37 GMT -5
She held out the biscuit, a happy smile across her face. The little creature was just so cute it deserved something to nibble on. Plus, nibbling on something would make him look even cuter. Cherri wondered if the rabbit would let her pet him. She tried to stay relatively still as the animal sniffed at the biscuit. She waited for him to take it. Instead he looked up and to the side. Cherri followed it’s gaze to the man he was with. She had completely forgotten about him. For just a moment she had a questioning expression on her face, almost like she was asking him what to do too. Then she turned back to the rabbit. A moment’s pause. She was shaking ever so slightly in anticipation. The small creature nibbled at the biscuit for a second. Cherri’s smile widened. Then fell as her gift was rejected. Her gaze dropped to the biscuit. It wasn’t really that bad was it? She turned it over in her hand. It looked fine to her. It was maybe a little beat up from the time in her bag, and the heat won’t have helped it, but it was still perfectly eatable. For a moment she was more than a little upset. There was nothing wrong with it, why wasn’t it good enough? ”Aw…” was all she said before the voice beside her spoke up.
It was the man, the one who the rabbit had looked to for advice. He thought it was funny. But if the little guy was a picky eater, that at least meant that the biscuit was fine. She looked over to him, curious now. Who was he? Well, he was the rabbit’s man, obviously, but why did he have these big sacks of stuff? He took something from his pocket. It was food, Cherri could tell that from the second she saw it. It looked nice too. He offered it to her, for her to give to the rabbit. Noticing movement, Cherri looked over to the creature. It was leaning forward, trying to get at the treat his person had just revealed. Looking back to the cookie, then to the man, then back to the rabbit, Cherri considered what she should do. She decided pretty quickly, but was presented with an immediate problem. Her left hand was currently on the ground, helping to support her while she leaned towards the rabbit. Even if she supported herself using just her legs her hand would have dirt all over it; that would not be fun to eat. But her right hand held the biscuit the rabbit didn’t want. For a moment she looked down at it, before deciding on the best solution. Shoving the biscuit into her mouth, Cherri reached out to claim the cookie. It looked so sweet and tasty. She eyed it for a moment, wanting to try it herself. But that wouldn’t be nice of her. The rabbit was obviously fond of this kind of treat, and anyway, her mouth was full.
She reached out with her right hand again, this time with the cookie held in it. She was about to speak to the rabbit again, before realizing that would allow a lot of the biscuit to escape. She settled for a muffled Mhh, mmm sound. It sounded a little like ‘here you go’ didn’t it? Regardless, it was better than spraying the little guy with crumbs. People didn’t like you talking with your mouth full, apparently it was rude. But there was only so much you could do to communicate without talking. What if you had something important to tell someone but had just taken a big bite of cake? Then you would either have to waste the flavor of the cake or talk with your mouth full. It could be quite the dilemma. And of course people always tried to talk to you when you had your mouth full. Like, what if you were eating somewhere and had to thank the person who had given you the food? You had to be polite, and saying thank you was polite, but talking with your mouth full was impolite, but then so was making the person wait. It was just impossible to ‘be polite’ sometimes. Why did people make up all of these rules? Just because she said thank you through a mouthful of bread didn’t mean she didn’t like them or was trying to be rude or anything. Surely it showed that she enjoyed it a lot, if she took a bite immediately? See, if she was in charge things would be so much simpler.
Looking over to the man who had given her the cookie, Cherri swallowed the biscuit before giving a smile and a “Thank you!” That should keep him happy, if he cared about being polite. What she really wanted to ask was if he had any more of those little treats so that she could try one. Maybe if she performed for him he could tip her with some? People seemed to think that kind of thing was silly. Performing for money was fine, but for food was just odd. What would she spend the money on? Food. So why bother getting the money, then losing it for the food, why not just go straight for the food? Another reason people were silly. Cherri looked back towards the rabbit, smile still on her face. ”What is the widdle wabbit’s name, huh? I bet it’s something really cute.” Why wasn’t ‘rabbit’ always spelled with a w? It just seemed so much more fitting than with an r. It just suited the creature’s look. The big ears and feet, the cute little noses and eyes. Wabbit was a much better name for them. She wondered if he would let her pet him. Normally she would have just gone for it, but he seemed a little grumpy, what with the way he turned down her biscuit.
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Post by Tray Parker on Aug 30, 2011 22:22:22 GMT -5
He waited silently the young lady as she thought, he watched as her eyes traveled from him to the cookie then to Mo. He even noticed her eyes briefly glancing at the sacks he had been carrying moment before. Later he would quall her curiosity and show her what was within the sacks if she so desired, but for now focused on the present time. Noticing that the girl wouldn’t be able to take the cookie without dirtying her biscuit Tray briefly considered offer to hold the treat while she feed Mo, but he didn’t get the opportunity to ask as the performer stuffed the biscuit into her mouth before accepting the cookie from him. Still watching Tray smiled as the girl offered the cookie to Mo creating a humorous sound resembling that of words. He found the whole scene quite cute, the girl and the rabbit, the moment made all he cuter as Mo greedily nibbled on the cookie his dark eye never leaving the girl’s red. When she offered a thank you the captain nodded. “You’re quite welcome” He said, shifting a little to make himself more comfortable figuring that he’d be in this position for a while. It was long before the girl spoke once more and the man listened his smile growing ever bigger- if it were possible. This girl amused him, she reminded him of his younger sister when she was small and perhaps that was why he was developing an attachment to her so soon after meeting her.
He remained silent for a moment, allowing Mo to stuff the remained of the cookie into his mouth- he could down five of those things in under a minute- before he picked the brown rabbit up. “My friend here is called Mo,” He started, lifting the small creature onto his knee Tray stroked his head gently. Mo paid him no mind his attention consumed by chewing, every now and again he’d rub his front paws over his face to clean the crumbs from his small snout. “ I’m not sure if you’d consider his name cute or not, but it seemed fitting for such an interesting yet simply creature. A spiny rabbit is a reclusive animal, rarely seen by people and so no one has been able to befriend them-of course humans tend to try and eat them rather then make friends with one. And so no one knows what personalities they have, so unique and extraordinary, it’s a shame others aren‘t able to enjoy them. “ All the time he was talking Tray was fondly petting Mo as he munched on his cookie, savoring every bite as if it were his last. Slowly shaking his head Tray gave his friend an amused yet loving look before picking him up once more. Extending the spiny rabbit towards the young performer Tray went on. “Would you like to hold him?”
Upon being offered to the girl Mo ceased his chewing to stair at her, his large eyes like reflecting pools of black. So full of intelligence it made one ponder the old belief that humans were the smartest of all the beasts. Upon inspecting the girl even farther Mo decided that he would permit this person to hold him, after all she had given him a cookie. Plus Tray would become unhappy if he did not treat this human kindly, perhaps he would have ignored his owner’s wishes, becoming all but unruly and unmanageable. But she had graced him with a gift before Tray had even presented his favorite treat to her, yes he had not liked the biscuit but she had been kind enough to offer it to him anyway. And so he remained limp and pliable like a stuffed animal awaiting the warm embrace of a child.
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Word: 632
Note: No muse what so ever, I'm tired from tennis.
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Post by Cherriflower on Aug 31, 2011 21:28:23 GMT -5
When the little creature accepted the treat and started nibbling away Cherri’s smile grew into a delighted grin. She stared down at the animal, watching its little mouth working so quickly, gnawing away at the treat. It stared right back up at her, and though she couldn’t really decipher its gaze, she liked to think it was happy. She stayed where she was, nearly motionless; arm still outstretched, until the rabbit had practically finished eating. She was almost in a trance watching him. He was just the cutest little thing she’d seen in such a long time. She wanted to keep him and cuddle up to him while she slept. He was such an interesting beast, he must be extremely rare and hard to find.
When the animal had practically finished the cookie Cherri withdrew her hand. The man who apparently owned him picked him up, setting him down on his knee. Cherri’s gaze followed, still locked with the rabbit’s. She took in the words the man said, though she didn’t look over at him. Her smile widened again, having barely faded. ”Aw, Mo is such a perfect cute little name for a perfect cute little animal. It’s so lovely! She was almost bouncing up and down, still looking down at the little creature. She heard what the man said next, though she was only half-listening. The origins of the animal weren’t quite as interesting as the animal itself, especially when it looked so cute. What she did hear, though, was the bit about people wanting to eat the animal. Only now did she look towards the man again, giving a gasp. ”But why would anyone want to eat such a darling little thing. It’s like… like… like eating a baby. You wouldn’t eat a baby, would you? It’s just not nice. And anyway, he’s so small; he won’t feed many people. He’d be much nicer to just keep as a cute little pet.” Cherri wasn’t against killing all animals, just ones that it didn’t make sense to keep. Big, dumb animals were better for food than anything else. But this little guy looked smart and cute, so why try to eat him?
It was only now, after she broke her gaze with the rabbit, that Cherri noticed the heat of the sun on her back, on her head, on her face now that she had looked up. Scuttling back a little way, Cherri returned to the safety of her homemade canopy. She knew how quickly she could burn, and how bad it could be if she did burn. She wasn’t far from the man and his adorable pet, maybe an arms length. What the man said next she was not prepared for. Hold him? That would be amazing! Barely able to contain her excitement, Cherri gave a little hop to accompany the fresh grin that crossed her face. ”Oh yes! I would love to! Is he cuddley? I bet he is.” She held out her arms, remembering to be careful and not to grab or snatch. That would only make the animal and the man unhappy and then she wouldn’t get to hold Mo anymore. Instead she waited for the man to put the creature into her arms. She looked back to the rabbit’s eyes as he stared up at her. He seemed to be ok with her holding him, though she couldn’t shake the idea that he was a little grumpy. It didn’t stop him from being cute though.
Taking the animal carefully, Cherri cradled him gently, almost like you would a baby. She wasn’t exactly sure how you were supposed to hold a rabbit like this, but he seemed secure resting on her left arm so that she could gently stroke his head with her right. After all, her left hand was the dirty one, she didn’t think Mo would be happy with a dirty hand going all over his head. She was shaking just a little, and a grin was still plastered on her face. Even though it didn’t seem it, this was Cherri being restrained. If she hadn’t held herself back she would have squished the animal in a hug and rubbed her cheek up against its head. But she had to be nice, gentle and polite in situations like this. She wasn’t always the best at doing this, but she was learning.
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Post by Tray Parker on Sept 2, 2011 21:08:52 GMT -5
“I’m glad you like his name.” Tray said, flashing her a goofy grin only to have it fall when the girl gasped. Her big eyes gazed up at him as she spoke and Tray couldn’t help but think of his sister. “ No, I would not eat a baby.“ Tray said, shaking his head. Her comparison was odd and a little morbid for the captain but in a way he agreed. Mo was like a small child more of a sibling or a close to his owner but none the less intelligent. Often time Mo would even out smart himself or other members of the crew, such a wondrous animal shouldn’t be eaten, and then again... Clearing his throat Tray went on ” Truthfully, I understand why some would want to eat Mo. If they needed food catching and eating game would mean life or death, no matter how small it was. But you tend to have the rich desiring the spiny rabbit as a meal, and I don’t have anything against the rich they work hard to get to where they are. But I don’t see why they need such a small animal as their meal, an animal that I think is better suited as a companion then a main course. But who am I to judge the reasoning’s behind another’s actions? “ Stopping himself before he droned on the man smiled, for once he had not gone too off topic a great accomplishment for the captain.
The sound of fabric and flesh moving brought Tray back to Sterhera to find that the performer had moved back into the shade of her canopy. Was she hot? It would make sense, her outfit certainly wasn’t suited for this time of year. The idea of the girl remaining in the heat for to did not please the man but he pushed his unhappy thoughts to the back of his mind when the girl’s excited hop and reply drew a grin upon his face. He had never seen anyone so excited to hold Mo before not even the little children who stopped him in the street asking if they could pet the rabbit. The sight was in a way refreshing to him, he had been haggling all day with hardened salesmen in an attempt to get a good deal on supplies, that the gentle yet explosive excitement of a young girl seemed like a ray of warm sunlight in a cold dark winter. “Mo is kind of like a little person,” he replied,” sometimes he likes to cuddle, others he likes others to talk to him and nothing more. If you’re gentle I’m sure he’ll let you cuddle him though. Perhaps we could go and get a drink while you hold him? That outfit looks quite hot.“ He allowed her to take Mo from his hands he noted that she was slightly shaking from suppressing her enthusiasm. He did not speak only smiled as he watched the girl cradle Mo in her arms, he did not know if she’d accept his offer. She was supposed to be performing after all and he had already distracted her from her work by bringing along Mo. But he thought it rude not to offer and so he found himself awaiting her reply, if it ever came.
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The spiny rabbit still was not pleased with his master for offering him up to this girl, she was to excited- her pent up energy flowing off her in waves washing over him like the heat of the day. Children such as this tended to be ruff with him, thinking that he was a toy that could be cuddled and squeezed. But when the performer took him in her arms she did not squeeze or crush as she cradled him. The position was a little unfamiliar to the creature, though it wasn’t too unpleasant that he desired to escape it. He had not paid his master any mind since he had told the girl he could hold him, intending to be unruly and annoying when they returned to the ship in revenge for putting him through such a burden. But his mind was instantly changed as he felt fingers stroke his head. ‘Oh that feels good.’ was the only thought in the small animal’s mind as he sat there being petted. Every now and again he’d move his head so the girl’s hand would touch a certain area, shaking in pleasure every time her fingers brushed where he wanted them to. His little nose never stopped moving as he drew in this girl’s scent, her outfit smelled odd and he didn’t like it but oh the petting was to die for! The girl herself smelled salty from sweat along with something else underneath, but the scent was to faint to properly distinguish and so Mo let it slip from his mind. Eyes halfway closed in pure pleasure the spiny rabbit began to dose off, his small body cuddling closer to the girl’s as his subconscious drifted.
Tag: Cherri
Word: 838
Note: Its alright, I've kept you waiting longer.
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Post by Cherriflower on Sept 6, 2011 20:49:21 GMT -5
Cherri’s eyes, windows to her soul that never failed to convey whatever emotion she was currently feeling, looked up at the man, a little confusion showing for a minute. Whatever he was saying about people eating the rabbits was a bit strange, he was thinking way too much into it. It was pretty simple really. She understood what he was saying, more or less, but it didn’t change things in her mind. The confusion left her eyes as she settled on a verdict. ”People shouldn’t eat cute widdle wabbits like this one. If they’re stuck out with nothing else to eat… well then it’s their own fault for getting lost, or for not being prepared.” She spoke with such certainty, for her there was no other right answer. There were much better animals to eat, leave the rabbits alone. He might not want to judge people for their actions, but Cherri certainly did, and eating an animal such as this one was just wrong,
Sat under the cover of her little shelter, Cherri looked down at the small creature she held, grinning from ear to ear. He was so tiny, so cute. He just sat there and let her pet him. From time to time he shifted a little, showing her the places he liked best. She quickly remembered these, and focused on them, wanting to make him happy. She heard what the man had told her; sometimes he just liked to be talked to. Deciding to try that first, Cherri was only half-listening to the rest of what the man said. Her attention was focused on the animal in her arms. ”Well aren’t you the cutest little thing. If I could I would take you home and keep you all for myself and you would have all the honey cookie thingies you could want.” Not wanting to unsettle the creature much, Cherri moved slowly. She wanted to give the little guy a proper cuddle, but didn’t want to hurt him or make him uncomfortable. He was fine where he was now, so she lifted the arm that supported the creature higher. Wrapping her other arm around him gently, Cherri laid her head lightly on top of Mo’s, feeling his fur on her cheek. She stayed there for a moment, before lowering the rabbit back down to its first position, giving a little kiss on top of the head as she did so.
It was only now that she realized that the man had spoken to her, and had actually offered to get a drink with her. Now that she thought about it Cherri was rather hot, her clothes were stuffy and having an animal pressed against them didn’t help. She really did need a break and a nice refreshing drink. Giving the man yet another smile, Cherri nodded, less enthusiastically than she normally would, she had a little guy in her arms, she didn’t want to shake him about. ”I would love to. Just…. Um…” She trailed off, thinking things through. She wasn’t having second thoughts about accepting his offer, she was just working out how she would collect her things with the rabbit in her arms. Now that she had him she didn’t want to give him up, and anyway, he looked comfy. ”…Yeah, right. Just… wait a little, kay?” She didn’t wait for a response. Cherri wouldn’t have any trouble sorting things out herself, it would just take her a minute. Turning slowly, Cherri reached out and opened the front pouch of her backpack. Reaching over, Cherri pulled her hat over, making sure nothing spilled. She carefully lifted it, her hand beneath to avoid spilling the money she had gained. She tipped the hat, letting the money spill into the little pocket. She could count it later. All of her movements were made slowly and carefully to avoid disturbing Mo. One more thing, though she had nearly forgotten. Twisting her body the other way, Cherri grabbed the fiddle and its bow, stuffing them into the main body of the bag. Closing all the pouches, there was just one more thing to do. Twisting the backpack around, Cherri slipped her right arm through the shoulder strap. The left arm was busy, so she would have to carry it around on one shoulder. It would be fine. Spreading her feet a little to give herself more stability, Cherri rose slowly, gently, taking the weight of the backpack. Once she was on her feet she checked to make sure the rabbit was still fine, then looked up at the owner. ”Okie dokie, lets go!” It didn’t matter about the shelter. It was fine where it was. And anyway, even if someone did steal it, what would they do with it? She didn’t mind leaving it alone, she had done in the past. The worst she’d gotten was a few people sheltering from the heat beneath its cover.
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Post by Tray Parker on Oct 2, 2011 21:14:04 GMT -5
Tray noticed he had confused Cherri the instant he stopped speaking, but that didn’t stop her from speaking her mind. She had a strong belief in her words and Tray couldn’t help but find her cute as she spoke to Mo, who lifted an ear to listen to her crooning. His nose twitched rapidly as she brought him up into a hug, as her hair draped over him the small creature sneezed but he did not shake his head to rid his nose of the small strands tickling it. He couldn’t even if he tried, the girl’s head was still rested atop his own. When she lowered her arm back to its old resting place the rabbit settled back in, barely even noticing the kiss as he allowed the beating of the girl’s heart to lull him into a light sleep. Suddenly he was awoken by the girl’s slow and careful movements, nose twitching Mo opened his eyes to see what the human was doing. It appeared that she was putting things away, placing her instruments into the bag. This was no concern to the rabbit and so he proceeded to fall back asleep.
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Tray had been watching the girl and the rabbit, patiently waiting for her to reply to his offer. She seemed pretty eager to accept his offer before realizing something. It wasn’t to hard to figure out what caused her to hesitate, she had instruments and other items she used to perform. She wouldn’t want to leave these behind to be stolen by others. He was about to offer his services when Cherri gingerly turned around and began to put things away before standing. Tray silently admired her for this, she hadn't asked for help nor did she appear to need any. Standing as well Tray bent down to pick up the heavy sacks, heaving them onto his shoulders he took a moment to steady himself before he looked at Cheri and smiled, “Alright then!” he said, stepping aside to allow her passed, “Lets go get a drink! Would outdoor seating be okay? Mo isn’t allowed inside the restaurants.” Walking along side Cherri Tray scanned the surrounding shops for a particular place, upon spotting it the young man pointed it out before walking toward it.
The restaurant was small, but it had a friendly feel about it. The red brick building was set farther back, allowing a small patio to be placed in front of it without disrupting the flow of traffic. Green shutters sat on either side of two large windows, a wooden door painted green stood open inviting customers to enter. A small brick wall encircled the patio, topped with pretty flowers, vines grew up an arbor providing shade for the customers who chose to sit at the tables placed outside. All in all the place was pleasant, and perfect for one who wished to sit with an animal in their arms while enjoying a cold drink. There were few customers at the moment, most people were still at work and so the place was all but deserted. Only a man dressed in casual cloths sat at a table reading a book, occupied the patio. Tray motioned for Cherri to enter before following, only picking up his pace to reach a table before her.With one hand he pulled out one of the chairs for Cherri, he waited for her to sit before scooting it back in. Placing the sacks next to his seat Tray sat with a sigh, the shade felt good after standing out in the sun for so long. “So, what do you think?” he asked, trying to strike up a conversation while waiting for a waiter.
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