Let's play dress up

Izaak · 12-02-2010, 04:44 PM

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table © Alaine
ooc: 375 words

Izaak was running around inside of the mansion again. He had just about explored all of the rooms but some still remained a mystery to him. Like the guest house that he had chosen to visit upon this trip. He made his way into the building just behind the mansion. There were plenty of rooms there that had yet to be explored. At least until now as it were. It seemed that no one really came out here too often. He didn't know what had taken him so long to come out here. He had a whole house to himself. A whole building of rooms just for him to explore. And it was obvious just which rooms he had looked through because the doors had been left upon as well as things having been tossed around. He had never learned to clean up behind himself. His attention was just too easily distracted.

He pulled clothes from the closets and tossed them on the bed after looking at them. He knew his brother to wear pants and so he was trying to find other things like what Sascha had so that he could bring them back to him. So far he had found a number of dresses as well as a few skirts and blouses but he wasn't finding the pants like his brother wore. He had no idea that he was going through a closet full of women's wear and needed to actually be looking for men's stuff. Not that he even really knew what he was looking for either.

He gave up on the closet and went to a different room to look. He had no idea what Sascha actually liked but that didn't stop him from bringing things that he found to given to his brother/cousin. He had taken to spoiling his sibling with gifts. Whatever he could find he ended up bringing back to the other. Like for their birthday that had passed by he has brought back a jewelry box that played music as well as some quilts. It was unknown if the other actually had use for them or not. But still at least he had made sure to give the other something to celebrate the passing of a year.

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Enkiel Lykoi · 12-04-2010, 03:02 PM

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Mind if we set this for sometime before December 2?

Enkiel had chosen the guest house for his home when he had realized no one else lived there. He was not a largely social creature—he did not enjoy having to humor strangers. Two rooms had been claimed, both with keys now strung together and carried in his bag. This was at the side of his bed, where he was currently sleeping. Or trying to, at least. The noise had begun about half an hour ago and he had been trying to ignore it since. Unfortunately, this would not be the case.

With a growl, the jackal sat up, wrapping his blanket around him. Even the house was cold, it seemed. He had picked a room with a fireplace in it but the flames had died hours ago when he had fallen asleep, and the chill in the room was apparent. Enkiel made his way to the door and opened it, sticking his gold and black head out. He found the source wandering the hallway, and made after him quickly. “Hey,” he barked, likely looking very silly still wrapped up in the tattered blanket. “What are you doing?”

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Izaak · 12-19-2010, 06:37 PM

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table © Alaine
ooc: Sorry, it's been unusually cold where I am at (enough to actually get snow) and I'm anemic so I can't keep body heat so I've been freezing lately and unable to feel my fingers and toes. And sure, you can pick whatever date you want, the end of November is pretty much open; 352 words

Izaak had no idea that anyone was staying in the guest house. After all this was his first trip to the place. He was finding it to be quite interesting indeed. This little house was much like the bigger one in which he had looked through only it was well, littler. There weren't as many rooms but that didn't make what he found to be any less interesting in the least. Since he didn't have so many rooms to try and get to then he could spend more time searching through the ones that were present.

He had just been reaching for another doorknob when he heard someone calling out to him. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked to the one that had come down the hall after him. He had no idea who it was but that didn't stop him from lifting his other hand in order to wave and greet the male warmly. "Hallo." He spoke the greeting with a wide grin upon his face. Unlike the other he wore nothing with which to keep himself warm. But then again he had come from Germany so the cold and snow weren't anything new to him. He was used to having been sent out to play in it when his mother would have company over. From those times he had just learned to accept the cold. Or, as some may say, he was just too stupid and dumb to be able to feel the cold and know that it was cold out and that he should wrap up. Whatever the reason behind it he still refused to wear clothing or anything with which to cover himself up.

"Auf der Suche nach Hosen." He finally answered the other, in German of course, before pushing open the door on which his hand was resting. "Wollen Sie helfen? Wir können Dinge für Sie zu finden." He figured that it would be fun, a sort of game even, to find clothing to put the other into. There had to be something better than what the other was wearing right now, correct?

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Enkiel Lykoi · 01-07-2011, 03:03 AM

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SSWM: 162. With Izaak's death, would you like to keep this short?

A boy (he looked like a boy to Enkiel at least) greeted him warmly enough. It did not reach the jackal, who was still wrapped in his blanket and feeling rather miserable. Yet when his companion spoke, it was in a language that Enkiel did not understand. He fumbled with the words, trying to make sense of them, but they were unfamiliar to his Arabic tongue and he let them go. Remarkably, he did his best to control his temper, which had a habit of flaring up in uncomfortable positions.

“I don’t understand you,” he snapped. Shrugging the blanked around himself, he moved closer. The boy was not a threat to him, even though he was still smaller than the German. As pack mates, he had no reason to fear the child. He followed the boy into the room, and watched as he busied himself with other doors. Enkiel flicked one ear, a huge display for him, but said nothing. How curious.

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OOC Ending
Though the language barrier is a bit difficult, Enkiel and Izaak end up going through the room and raiding the closet. Izaak finds a pair of pants while Enkiel finds a poncho-styled winter coat that he is immensely happy for. While they talk a little during their raid, Enkiel declines to spend further time with the boy and goes back to sleep almost as soon as Izaak leaves.
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