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| Munchies for Rosie; [Rosie, Ari, Open] | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 25 2008, 04:37 AM (207 Views) | |
| Rosie | Feb 25 2008, 04:37 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: 11 in the morning Place in the time-line About a week before Scott and Jean's wedding. Munch munch munch. Chomp chomp chomp. Nom nom nom. Rosie was chewing. Her sinuses were aching, possibly from an infection, therefore her teeth were aching. Owie. Even Spongebob couldn't distract her from the pain, so she had slumped on the couch listlessly, watching Sandy the squirrel knaw on a piece of wood. Long story made short, it was why Rosie now crouched partly behind the couch, knawing on the wooden leg of the end table. Granted, she was cranky and hadn't had a nap or a snack, and she wasn't eating the wood, per say. Besides which, the table was hardwood, so she wasn't exactly making a massive dent in the wood. But ahhh...that was better. Every so often, Rosie would glance up to see if anyone was coming into the room -- the little girl had grown incredibly social in the time she'd been at the mansion, and now looked forward to seeing each and every face -- and then go back to her knawing. She was barely visible from behind the table, but sure was audible. Yum...lemon-flavored wood. Someone must use lemon-scented Pine Sol. Not that Rosie really cared. All she cared about was easing the pain in her mouth, and the wood sure was doing the trick. |
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| Ari Boyd | Feb 25 2008, 05:25 AM Post #2 |
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Ari gave a lazy stretch of her arm over her head, feeling surprisingly well-rested and in an extremely good mood that was mostly attributed to a great date with Warren the night before. The wedding was almost there as well, and though there was stuff left to be done, she was feeling excited about the upcoming event. Clutching a mug of hot coffee, she sipped it idly, walking carefully as she passed the student lounge. The t.v. was on to a cartoon she often watched with Rosie, and she paused, taking another sip from her mug as her dark eyes swept up the length of the couch. It wasn't uncommon for students to leave the television on when they left the room, much to Ari's annoyance. Honestly, did it take that much energy to press the 'Off' button on the remote control? Shaking her head at no one in particular, she spotted the remote on a side table and grabbed it up to shut the t.v. off. With the sudden silence from the t.v. no longer blaring, the brunette heard an unfamiliar sound from behind the couch. A strange sort of scraping sound. And slurping. Her dark eyebrows furrowing, Ari took a step towards the couch, her coffee mug clutched tightly in her hands as she craned her head around to see what it was. If it was a rat, she was out of there... But no, the culprit was no rat. "Rosie!" she exclaimed, spilling some of her coffee over her fingers as she jostled her mug. Thankfully it was already beginning to cool and hadn't burned. "What are you doing back there? Are you chewing on that?" Plunking said mug down on the coffee table, and successfully spilling more coffee, Ari looked sharply at Rosie, "Don't chew on that, Monkey--come on--" Caramel-colored hands reached for Rosie, attempting to pry her off of the wooden table leg. Honestly, when Rosie was around, there was never a dull moment. |
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| Rosie | Feb 25 2008, 05:56 AM Post #3 |
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Rosie had been utterly immersed in lemon-flavored-wood bliss, knawing to her content, when a voice prompted her to look up. She didn't remove her teeth from the wood, which had started to splinter slightly, and found that Ari was standing above her. There was a look in her eyes that made Rosie cringe just a little. "Nooooo..." Rosie whined, removing her mouth from the wood just long enough to whimper. Then she was clinging again to the wood as though her life depended on it, teeth burying itself into the grain almost hungrily. "Hurts..." And her teeth did hurt, definitely. But that really wasn't the point. She was addicted now, addicted like many children are addicted to their security blankets or toys. What a story to tell in the future...how Rosie had an addiction to knawing wood... With her eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and rebellion, she knawed as hard as she could, savoring the relief that it brought to her sore teeth. Rosie even went so far as to wrap her arms around the leg, clinging so that Ari wouldn't be able to easily pry her off. "Noooo..." She whined again, squinching her eyes shut. Nom nom nom.... Rosie wasn't giving her wood up without a fight. |
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| Ari Boyd | Feb 27 2008, 08:39 AM Post #4 |
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Ari frowned as Rosie whined, her little hands clinging to the wood, which was now nice and wet from the baby's slobber. She wasn't cleaning that up. "Rosie come on," she said, her voice pleading as she attempted to pry Rosie from the table leg. But the little girl was not budging and Ari didn't want to yank too hard. The Latina's eyebrows knit in concern at Rosie's complaint, "What hurts? Your teeth?" Breathing up into her red-tinted bangs, Ari couldn't resist a mutter under her breath, "It's probably because you're chewing on wood." Ari suddenly wished she was carrying one of Rosie's spare teething rings. But it would've been kind of random to be carrying one around when she wasn't babysitting. Who was watching Rosie right now? Rosie strengthened her hold around the leg, her eyes pried shut in defiance and Ari's lips pressed together in a tight line as she assessed the situation for a few seconds. Finally, her brown eyes widened and she grinned, her voice taking on a soothing tone as she spoke, "I'll get you something better than this yucky old wood." But Rosie wasn't budging. "You're leaving me no choice kiddo..." With a little shrug, Ari did the only thing she could think of. She threw her fingers out and began to tickle Rosie's sides. She was getting Rosie off this damned table leg if it was the last thing she did today. |
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| Rosie | Mar 3 2008, 08:10 PM Post #5 |
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Rosie whined. "Don't wanna." At least, that's what she said. What actually came out from around the wood was something else, but she wasn't going to budge enough to risk losing it. Knaw knaw knaw. Her jaws were beginning to get tired from being clamped around the wood for so long. So when Ari pulled out the strongest -- and dirtiest, in Rosie's mind -- weapon, it only took a few moments of tickling before she started giggling and let go. "Noooo!" She whined through the giggling, giving Ari the worst glare that she could muster. "I want it!!!" Flopping onto her tummy like a fish on water, Rosie whined and wiggled on the floor, tears springing to her eyes as she reached for the table leg. For the first time in a while, she was throwing a tantrum, albeit a mild one. "Want it!" She repeated, her voice climbing octaves by the moment. Finally, after a long five minutes, Rosie gave up and went limp, but she still stared at the table leg as though she might make a break for it again. "Teeth hurt." She finally proclaimed, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. Her small fingers went up to touch her cheekbones, showing that her face hurt as well. "Owie." |
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| Ari Boyd | Mar 5 2008, 08:10 PM Post #6 |
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Ari bit back a laugh as Rosie attempted to glare at her through her giggles, but her fingers weren't ceasing their assault. Rosie whined about wanting the table leg, but Ari shook her head firmly, sounding much like the wood-Nazi. "Sorry kiddo. No wood for you." Rosie promptly threw a fit, and honestly Ari couldn't stand to see Rosie cry. But when you let a little kid own you with tears, it didn't help anyone. More than tears, Ari felt herself go on edge as Rosie began screaming for the wood. Dear God...the kid had a set of lungs. Frowning and wiggling at her ear to make sure she could still hear, Ari said firmly, "Rosie you need to calm down." But Rosie was not listening...not that she'd have been able to hear over her own screaming. So Ari waited calmly, or as calmly as one could possibly wait while a kid threw a tantrum in their presence. She wasn't going to give in though. Wood chewing? That was pretty unhygienic and there were better ways to deal with Rosie's teething issues. Finally, after several long minutes, exhaustion won out and Rosie stopped screaming and flailing. Ari's sober, and slightly annoyed, expression ebbed when Rosie sat up and complained of her teeth hurting. Frowning softly at the little girl, Ari reached out to gather her in her arms, "I know. I'm going to give you something that will make you feel better, okay?" Picking her up, she brushed at Rosie's soft locks, "Nothing lemon-flavored though..." [align=center][End Thread][/align] |
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