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- Lolita Monroe - 01-25-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> For Kansy! Backdated to January 18th? 715 words.
#####Reaching into her bag, Lolita pulled out a small glass jar, lifting it to eye level so that she could study its contents, already broken up bud. Some days, she just felt the need to do something tedious, so she frequently filled the jar from her own supplies. It came in handy on days like this, when she wanted to smoke but simply had no desire to do something that required effort. As sad as it was, breaking bud did actually require a little bit of effort, and today was just one of those days that she had no desire to put forth said effort. Most days she was not bothered by the idea, but sitting on the concrete stoop, she decided she just did not want to do it. There were better things she could do with her time—not that she was doing them, of course. Just because there were things she could do did not mean that there were things she would do. It was only an excuse not to bother doing something else, and she was content to simply sit and stew for a while. Soon, she would want to do something of use, perhaps even begin cleaning out the house. Just because it was hers did not mean that she had to leave all of the awful human things in there. Although, maybe she would leave the bed—it was awfully comfortable, even to her, someone who was dead and used to sleeping under or in trees. #####Fishing around in her bag some more, Lolita triumphantly pulled out her bowl, an intricate swirling design of blue, teal, and the purple caused by the resin. She had others, but she did like this one the most, the chamber larger than others she had seen to allow for more smoke to fill, a better hit. She knew that some smokers named their pieces, and as she packed the bowl neatly, she pondered what might be a good name for this one, if she happened to decide to do something so silly. Nothing came to mind immediately, so she shrugged away the idea, deeming in unimportant and not worth her time and effort, another sign of today’s laziness. She was not even feeling up to naming something, and that took less effort than most other things. Oh, well. Another trip into her satchel produced a lighter, and she lifted the bowl to her lips, deftly lighting and swirling the flame, filling the chamber until she thought her lungs might burst if she took it all in. Ever the champ, though, she released the toke and pulled it in, holding her breath for several minutes. Finally, she released the smoke slowly, the cloud surrounding her delicate face and remaining for even longer than she could exhale. “Whoa,” she muttered, closing her puffy, dry eyes. While the smoke cloud still lingered, she lifted the bowl to her lips again for another hit. [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 01-31-2010 [html]
- Lolita Monroe - 02-01-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> No problem. =D 500+ words.
###A slightly familiar scent hit her - no, two scents, coming from the same individual. Lolita opened her eyes to see the man in front of her, recognizing the cigarette in his hand to be similar to what Rurik had made her try. It took her another moment to place the second scent, but then she recognized that he smelled very much like Cambria. It had been about a month since she had seen the girl, but the young Dreamer's scent was imprinted in her brain. She did not know of the relation between the man before her and the girl she had deflowered, but it likely would not matter much. Lolita was not one to kiss and tell, per se. Her time with Cambria would be kept silent by her, and no one would know unless Cambria told them. In that case, though, she did not care if they knew. Chances were that she would not know them, anyway. Those that she was with were allowed to share their experiences, and she did not care what anyone said or thought about her. ###Lowering the bowl and lighter to rest in her lap, Lolita offered the man a dazed smile, the smoke still clinging to the air around her head. That was a frequent occurrance, considering she liked to push her body to its complete limits, and one way of doing this was taking in as much smoke as she possibly could. "Hey yourself," she drawled, using the hand that was holding the lighter to move her body over, giving him room to sit beside her as an invitation. Company was not going to be turned down, most certainly not. It was something she had needed for a while now. "Lolita Monroe," she offered, choosing not to clarify that it was her name. It had to be obvious to anyone who happened to have a functioning brain. [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 02-13-2010 [html]
- Lolita Monroe - 03-06-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Meghann is verrrrry sorry. ;-; 300+ words.
###She glanced down at his offer, but shook her head delicately, the motion offhand and passive. "I did them before, but I prefer herb," she explained, thinking back to her meeting with Rurik. She had only tried them the one time, but she had not really enjoyed them. Still, it had been a good thing to try them, since she was willing to try just about anything. If he was willing to share, though, then it was only polite to offer as well. Of course, Lolita would have done so anyway, even if he had not offered his things first. The company of another smoker was all that she needed. Holding out the bowl and lighter for him to take, she asked, "So, what is your story?" She doubted that many ever came down this particular street; it was always very quiet around her city house. [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 03-18-2010 [html]
- Lolita Monroe - 03-20-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> 300+ words.
###At the mention of his mate and children, though, Lolita pouted. It seemed unlikely that he would speak of them if they were not important to him. "A mate? I'm guessing you love her?" she probed curiously, though she knew the answer. If he did not love her, then he would not have brought her up. The mention of children, as well as the mention of their age, was curious. It seemed to offer an answer as to his potential relationship to Cambria, as their scents were very close. It seemed more than likely that this was her father, and she resolved herself to most definitely keep her one-time relations with the girl a secret from him. As for herself, though, she did not know what would be very interesting for him to hear. "Me? I'm just your local dead girl, living in Dahlia de Mai in a tree alone." There really was not much else to say about herself. She supposed she could speak of the one she loved, too, but most did not like hearing that she was in love with her sister. It just wasn't what could be called "normal." [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 03-23-2010 [html]
- Lolita Monroe - 04-11-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Hi, my name is Meghann and college has decided to kick my butt for the last few weeks of the semester. April 30th, April 30th. . . 300+ words.
###Today was one of the better days, as evidenced by the fact that she was glad to have smoking company. Her mood was far from negative, as it sometimes had the tendency to be. "A terrible shame, about that mate. You're one to look at," she mused, subtly leaning closer to him only just a bit. It would not be the first time that she had convinced a mated male or female to sleep with her, and though it had not been her plan for the day, she was pretty sure she wanted to at least try for this one. If nothing happened, it would be no big deal, and she certainly would not press him. Lolita was curious to see if she could make it happen. In response to what he said about her seeming alive, she shook her head gently, giggling just a tiny bit. "I am, most assuredly, dead, but I am flattered." She paused, then asked, "So what brings you out this way?" She hardly ever saw anyone else out this way. [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 04-29-2010 [html]
- Lolita Monroe - 05-07-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Meghann is superslow! But she is determined to change that now that school is done, she is! =D 300+ words.
###Books were foreign objects to the woman, as her pack had not been literate and she had never taken the time to learn after her death. In fact, she could not recall whether or not she had ever even touched one of these books, and she certainly would not have known what to do with one if she had. "What about books do you enjoy?" she inquired lightly, very curious to know. She really saw no purpose in them. What use were things called 'words' printed in things called 'books' to her? No use at all, that's what they were. It was more than likely that she would never pick up a book, but she was curious to know what it was that others found appealling, as it was obvious that many did. At the subject of where she lived, the creamy Dahlian shrugged. "I have a tree in Dahlia, but I like to come here often, enough that I marked it. It's got memories," she added vaguely, "so I don't want it to be anyone else's." [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 05-17-2010 [html] congrats on finishing school! 300+ Kansas had no intention of insulting her with his disinterest. He wished there was a way to make her understand his thoughts, that she was beautiful in his eyes, just not in the way he desired. It would have been convenient to simply share his mind's way with her without words, for he couldn't possibly choose the right ones. Explaining himself was difficult. It was an especially fruitless idea since it had so much to do with Savina, for who he harbored so many feelings that he couldn't possibly articulate, especially now that he was in a different place in his mind. Perhaps the woman had never loved anyone; or perhaps she had and that individual was no more for her. If only these questions could be comfortably answered. He was glad that, in his blatant shying away from her advances, she did not kick him off her porch. He wanted to spend time with her, for he sensed that she was a very interesting woman. She most definitely deserved his time. It's a nice place, he agreed, looking around him for just a second or two. He noted that she called herself a Dahlian, and thought immediately of his cousins, wondering if she knew them. It must be good to have somewhere like this to go... and be alone. He did not want to ignore her question, for her words were flattering in their curiosity. Maybe he'd found another avid reader. Books were something Kansas could always discuss with an easy mind. They were his favorite human objects. I like fiction — stories. All kinds. But my collection is ridiculous, His and Savina's room was crammed with books, and Kansas often left his books lying about the mansion as well. He never liked to throw them out when he was through. It was as if each book was its own individual, with personal value. You like to read, Lolita? .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style>[/html] - Lolita Monroe - 05-22-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Thanks. :3 Just a number of years left, woo... xD; 300+ words.
###She shook her head delicately at his question. No, she did not enjoy reading, and she often wondered why others did. Of course, this was because she could not read. Maybe she would enjoy it if she knew how, but even that was unlikely. "I do not know how to," she responded truthfully. The concepts of reading and enjoying old human tales were lost on her, just as she found it difficult to understand why many chose to live their lives so similarly to humans. Lolita did not wear clothing, and if it were not for the painful reminder of her failure and a marker in her life, Lolita would not have continued to return to the human house. The idea of living like the old humans fascinated her in its absurdity, but she chose not to comment on such things when they were brought up. She had a different view than many, she knew, and she knew that many would not appreciate her questioning their lifestyle. Lolita hated it, at any rate. [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 05-30-2010 [html] agh, ain't that a bitch. 300+ She spoke to question whether he had a quiet place to himself, to which he shook his head vigorously with a misplaced laughed. Afterward, the ivory-furred boy took a moment to gather himself. This had happened during his previous high, a confusion, a worry that he had misspoken in some minor way and therefore sounded stupid to his company. No, I do, he began, wondering how to clear up what he had meant. He saw the house as a representative of a different kind of "alone" and "quiet," as it was much more complete. Kansas had plenty of rooms to hide in when he was feeling overwhelmed, but he'd never considered having a single building to do what he wished with. I mean, having a whole house to yourself. Must be nice... huh? Her response about books warranted a shrug from the snowy Were, as it appeared somewhat blunt to him. The Sadira thought she might not understand how one could enjoy hiding in a book, which wasn't at all offensive to him. Everyone enjoyed different things, and just because he got so much pleasure from reading did not mean she had to. Eh... If you ever want to learn, I could teach you. Just so you know. The Colonel was always willing to share his skill — it was pleasing to watch others learn, taking what they wished from what he had to teach and interpreting it in their own manner. It's not difficult, he added grinning in her stunning direction. They had discussed literature for long enough to make him nervous, simply because he didn't want to bore her out of her wits. Letting his words hang for a second or two, he leaned his head back against his shoulders, enjoying the cool breeze upon his chest. So... tell me what you like to do. I'm curious, he requested softly. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style>[/html] - Lolita Monroe - 06-17-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 11px; line-height:12px;"> 300+ words.
###Lolita shrugged noncommitally, not thinking it very likely that she would take him up on the offer, but it was nice of him to do so, anyway. The creamy woman clung mostly to her feral roots, only using human smoking devices because she did not have much of a choice. She did not wear clothes, and with the exception of nesting in the bedroom of city house when she was there, she slept among the earth's debris and in the trees. If she was not trapped in her optime form, then she would not ever use it, but unfortunately, it was not something she had a choice in. ###What did she do? Well... Nothing, really. Lolita had no real, official duty, as far as she knew. Of course, she had to do things for Dahlia de Mai, but she really felt like she had nothing to strive for, nothing to work for. "I don't really know. I guess I don't do much at all. I don't really have much of a purpose in this world," she admitted. She had not really looked to find one, either. [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 06-18-2010 [html] 300+ If he wasn't mistaken by what he'd gathered about her so far, Lolita enjoyed her time to herself. Kansas had no judgment for this — he had been that way as an adolescent, never feeling completely comfortable unless he had a place to ease down by himself (and the more time there, the better). He remained this way to some degree. Being introverted, his energy came from quiet time to think over what surrounded him. Lolita, he thought, must be the same way. There was a difference between that and leading a reclusive like. It seemed impossible that her way was the latter, with the generosity she had shown him since his unexpected arrival on her doorstep. He worried that her nonchalant shrug meant his offer was unwelcome. Perhaps she found it odd that a complete stranger wanted to teach her how to read. With this in mind, he made no further comment. The pale wolf hadn't any investment in her knowledge of written language — he was simply being kind. She had marijuana to give him, and he almost desperately wanted for there to be something he could give her in return. Apparently there was nothing but his company, and already he'd erased the possibility of closer contact for the woman. The Dreamer now had the desire to make up for the strikes against him, so he was especially careful to listen to her every word. He was inwardly startled when, again, she spoke to remind him of himself. A knowing smile graced his lips, and he connected his fingers absently as he smiled, resting them in a triangle beneath his chin. You don't do anything either? he said with a soft laugh. We're... alike, then. He wanted to say that he was certain she had a purpose in this world, one she didn't know of yet. It just wasn't his place to preach to her. I'm fairly useless as a pack wolf. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style>[/html] - Lolita Monroe - 07-01-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 11px; line-height:12px;"> <3 WotD: Macabre!
###It interested her to hear that she was not the only one who merely seemed to exist, doing nothing and everything without a single purpose. "But you... You have a family, someone to love. That should make up for any way that you feel useless, because to them, you're not useless. They just need you and your love." Lolita did not have any of that, and that was part of what contributed to her macabre outlook on life. She felt like she had no purpose, and it was seemingly justified. [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 07-15-2010 [html] 300+ He wasn't hurt by her refusal, but he accepted her kind words with a smile and a small shrug. Kansas loved books for many reasons. There was much knowledge about the ways of the world within the pages of books, knowledge he found comfort in knowing. Perhaps he was weak for seeking answers from a deceased race. The Sadira also spent time reading to escape his thoughts, to dive into unknown worlds that had nothing to do with him. Reading was his way of pulling himself out of his mind, of refraining from obsessing over himself and his own petty woes. Those who didn't read simply found other ways of doing this, he assumed. He understood. Her words surprised him, an involuntary frown forming upon his lips. She spoke of a concept Savina and others had tried to explain to him but that he never seemed to grasp. He could accept that he was important to his family, but it always seemed as if there was more he should be doing for them, for the world, that was beyond his abilities. He quite possibly would never shake this insecurity. That's... that's kind of you to say. He spoke with a hint of lingering surprise in his voice. This woman owed him nothing, and yet she had offered him her wisdom. The snowy male was quiet a moment, enjoying the warm, comfortable haze that seemed to grace his physicality inside and out, an effect of marijuana that he loved. He wished that there was a way to enlighten her as she had done for him. I think everyone has a purpose, huh? Everyone's here for some — grand reason. It's just... hard to understand... He spoke both to Lolita and to himself. Though his voice held a definite taint of uncertainty, this "purpose" was a concept Kansas truly believed in, difficult though it was to fathom. Their conversation proved interesting, one of the most notable talks he'd ever had with a mere stranger. They spoke and smoked together until the shifting sun and lengthening shadows told Kansas it was time for them to part ways. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style>[/html] |