My Little Lolita

Undertaker · 03-06-2011, 07:26 PM

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Credit: To Alli for this Sexy Table! OOC: >D WC:769

The wagon went of the bad condition roads with a bump here and there, the owner holding the reins to the black and white horse. The horse, which was named Panda, snorted softly as she went over the bumpy roads, her hoofs clacking gently against the ground. The owner of both the wagon and horse, named Undertaker, went along, cackling here and there, giving a crooked grin as he watched things pass slowly. He had gotten an odd urge to come to dear Halifax, the place of the broken. He didn't know why he had gotten the strange urge to come to this city, maybe there was something special to be found here?

He sure hoped so, or else it would be a terrible waste of time. Just like that book he had once read, hmm, what was it? Ah, yes, Alice in Wonderland. Such an odd book, Undertaker was almost sure to writer was on a drug. Of course, drugs didn't do much to him, but it must of had an affect on the writer of that book. He remembered the white rabbit, always worried about time. He then remembered one of the only books he owned, a fine book called Lolita. It was basically about this man, who was obsessed with "nymphs." They were truly young girls, but he soon met one, and he named her Lolita. He had done some quite bad things to the girl, even killed her mother, in a way. Even if it was a quite odd book, it was his favorite. Such a great, odd book.

Undertaker chuckled as he went along, but soon stopped Panda and the wagon. A cold breeze rolled in from the nearby ocean, and would have chilled him, if he had not been wearing his cloak and hat. Light rain drops began to fall, and soon, he was a bit wet. He shook himself, and looked around. Might as well check the stores around here real quick before setting up camp. He jumped from the wagon, and walked silently and gracefully. He took the reins from Panda, and grabbed a rope from the back. He tied the rope around her neck, and grabbed the cheek Straps to lead her over to a nearby tree, in which he could tie her up. He wrapped the rope around the tree, and put it into a tight not. He patted the horses hindquarters, before he ran over to a nearby store. But, before he entered, he ran straight into the wall. He blinked in surprise, but laughed lightly at the pain he was supposed to feel. He shook his head, to get rid of the light tickling feeling, before he entered to the dark little store.

Undertaker entered, and instantly saw things of interest. Little dresses, meant for younger girls. There were also older girl clothes, and a few male clothes that might fit him. He walked over to the male clothes, and found a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt that would make good working clothes, if he was doing woodwork or metalwork, but of course, he would need protection if he was going to use metal. He snatched the clothes, and wandered over to the female clothes. There were necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and things to go on your fingers. Weird, how strange! Might as well get some stuff though, perhaps he could trade some stuff. He grabbed a few dresses, one black, one red, one red and black, and one that was all black, but had pretty little lace. He then grabbed a few bracelets, all different colors, and some necklaces with charms and such. He stuffed those in his pockets, and wandered out of the dark shop, careful not to run into anything.

Undertaker whistled a bit, before going to the back of his wagon. It was now raining quite heavily, but at least it wasn't snow. For now. He opened the back, which was simply closed with buttons. He took the dresses, and put the in a certain box in the corner of the wagon, and put them in a box completely filled with female clothes for trade. He then put the bracelets and necklaces into another bin, and he soon leaned against one of the boxes. Luckily, before he started to ride, he put a large tarp over the whole wagon, so it would be water proofed. He could hear the rain patter gently, which soothed him, like incest, and Panda whinnying gently, eating the grass. She was under the protection of the rain, so she would be filthy.

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Magnolia Takekuro · 03-07-2011, 01:24 AM

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I LOVE THIS PLOTTTTTTTT that is all. Just for the record, Maggie hasn’t shifted before ^^;

Magnolia had grown up. She had shed both her baby looks and baby attitude. Day after day of brooding, hating her family and missing her mother, Magnolia Monroe was finally at her wits end. She avoided Niro like a plague. Every moment spent with her father was torturous. It would be correct to call her a rebellious teenager. Maggie almost forgot what a empty-headed little girl she used to be. The new Magnolia wore a constant scowl on her face and rarely made eye contact with anyone. She found herself roaming farther and farther each day away from Niro and the godforsaken home she shared with him.

She regularly left the packlands on her excursions. She didn’t give a shit about how her father felt. There was no denying that Maggie was a stubborn little girl. Deep down somewhere she knew that her family’s decision to leave was not caused by him. When Lolita left, she was another being entirely; she was entranced by her mirror image father, absolutely mesmerized. Back then he was a rare occurrence that brought about smiles and playtime. Shortly after Lolita’s disappearance she realized how stupid she had been staying here. There was nothing left for her here now. She wasn’t even sure why she hadn’t left yet. Something was keeping her here, but it was something she couldn’t put her finger on.

She was out too late again. The rain irritated the spoiled girl, a cherry on the top of another shit day. She stood on a trail outside of Halifax that she had discovered some nights ago and wanted to investigate further. She walked aimlessly, ignoring the chilly water collecting on her wispy coat. The Princess kept walking, until an object in the distance caught her attention. It was some sort of wooden structure that a horse was pulling. Maggie couldn’t tell if there was someone out there, until the wind picked up and brought an unfamiliar scent to her jet black nose. Intrigued, Magnolia picked up the pace. A male was there, tending to the horse. The teenager smiled to herself before making her way over until she was about ten feet from the stranger. “What are you doing?” she asked innocently, barely audible over the sound of the rain.

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