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| Topic Started: Jun 14 2010, 07:49 PM (913 Views) | |
| Alyson Hart | Jun 14 2010, 07:49 PM Post #1 |
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June 14th Around 3:00 PM The gardens were such a peaceful place at the mansion - some of the other areas were hectic and crowded all of the time. Though that wasn't remotely a problem, Alyson just preferred the quiet. She was sitting under a large oak tree - perfectly shaded from the sunlight. In her lap was a notebook filled with paper that had almost all of the pages covered in either words for schoolwork or music notes. There was virtually no sound other then a few birds chirping. Which in turn sounded like beautiful music being played by a flute, or even a whistle. Nature was certainly an amazing thing to behold, or even listen to. And that certainly wasn't a lie. However, there were always certain things that stood out to the brunette. Like certain flowers, animals, even bugs. Just the slightest sight of a butterfly when Alyson was a young child and she would attempt to catch it. She, of course, wasn't like that any longer... Thank God that she wasn't like that any longer. Could you imagine a sixteen year old girl chasing a butterfly around the mansion's gardens? I could, but it doesn't seem pleasant. Her blue eyes gleamed in what sunlight could pass through the hedges, flowers were also spread around the area. There were bound to be many types of insects, ranging from butterflies, to honey bees. Maybe even the occasional lady bug if you were lucky enough. She sighed gently, and leaned against the tree once again. Looking down at the page that her was open to, she lifted the pen that was placed neatly on the grass beside her and began to write even more musical notes. Really... I should start writing lyrics. She thought to herself, a grin appearing on her face as she began to hum the tune. At least attempting to figure out what lyrics would go along with them. [align=center]Her heart underneath.... Cries quietly... This part of me... I choose not see~~[/align] The first verse was written down soon after she actually thought of what would fit. The song had a sort of medieval tune to it, so she was trying to appropriately fit the lyrics to the tune. It shouldn't be that difficult, right..? However, her blue iris's shifted upwards to see a butterfly had landed directly on the tip of her shoes. Wow, it was unusual to see a butterfly of all insects to do that. "How curious. A butterfly, landing on my, of all peoples, shoe.." She whispered to herself as she stared at the small insect, a touch of intrigue on her face. Reaching out to it, however, it flew away. Like any normal insect would. That was pretty cool, though. |
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| Sam Guthrie | Jun 16 2010, 04:48 AM Post #2 |
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Ever since that one time with that one girl in that one place, Sam had been on a mission: To learn the names of, and talk to, every single not-hideous person at the Institute. (And he had noticed an odd trend, lately, that nearly every single person at the Institute was beautiful, as if someone had hand-picked people that could be like...models, or actors or something. One day, an investigation of this would have to take place.) You see, Samuel, the ever-lovable bumpkin, recently noticed that some of the kids at the place that he had called home for what would seen be a decade were actually pretty cool. Some were intellectual, some were endearing, and some were just fun to oogle at. Yes PLEASE, Delia Collins. At the thought of that, the mutant man resisted the urge to lick his lips like a super creep. It's just that sometimes my inner monologue begins to ramble, and wait what was I thinking about again? Oh yeah, my mission. My cool mission. Anyways, Sam realized that he was not the big shot that he thought he was, and that if he were to continue going around not knowing who these kids were, what they were capable of, or even what their names, it would be weird for him when they began fighting amongst his ranks. Sure, by that time, he would be in his 30s, but, still, it couldn't hurt him to get a nice little head start. So far, his mission had been neither helpful nor detrimental. Just a few awkward conversations with kids who weren't really interested in talking to him. It was really weird, considering how awesome he was. But today, he was being hopeful; surely there was a student here at Xavier's that really wanted to talk to him, and would be a treat to talk to, and he was intent on finding that kid, even if it meant searching every nook and cranny on the map he had drawn up for his mission. Today, he was hitting Section B: the gardens. Simply because of the place, Sam's optimism was declining. What kind of cool kid would hang out in the gardens? Ah'm just gonna met another dork who thinks they're way too cool to be talkin' to an old dude. Wearing a lax t-shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, and a half smile that would more than likely scare the kids away from him, the young mutant wandered about the gardens, analyzing the juveniles there to choose his first victim. Amidst this, a sweet looking younger girl was talking to herself. She was pretty, but definitely too young for him to fall under the oogling category. That, my friends, is pedophilia. Sam chose her as his initial target, and maundered towards her slowly so as not to startle her. "Sure is nice out today, ain't it?" His words stumbled over one another, and he more than likely came across as gauche or eerie. Smooth move, doofus. |
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| Melody Guthrie | Jun 16 2010, 03:55 PM Post #3 |
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"Hey goober!" Melody called out to her brother from several rows in the garden over, having seen him wandering around the gardens from above. He was such a goober. She loved him though. Even when he was acting like a dork. Sure he had the awesome super-powers and could be pretty kick-ass, but ya had to step it up a little more than that to pull off the 'I'm the coolest person in the world' routine, here. Since her landings had improved, but she was still inclined to crash land if not careful, the younger Guthrie had landed in a different section of the garden. And then quickly, not so stealthily, snuck up on her brother and the girl he was talking to. Alyson something. She'd been around the mansion for a while, she'd been there when Mel arrived in the fall at least. But they weren't buddies or anything. Mel mostly hung out with Meggan and Anne Lee, and spent the rest of the time at the books. While flight was awesome, she wanted to go to college and everything after she was done with school. To be a super-hero with a doctorate like Dr. McCoy. While she still looked up to her siblings, she had a much wider array of adults to look to now. And some of them had awesomeness. And blue fur. He had to be the coolest adult at the mansion by far. Though, surely Melody's opinion on the matter clashed with the majority of the students at Xaviers'. "Hi," she said in a much more conversational tone when she reached the pair. "Ah'm Mel, 'n this is my brother Sam. Sam, stop bein' such a goober." She grinned up at him, obviously just teasing. His plan was totally ruined, though she had no idea of his 'mission.' One could not possibly look cool with a little sister teasing him. "Ah hope he's not buggin' ya?" The butterfly was long gone. Sad day. She vaguely remembered... the girl had telekinesis? Or was it telepathy? Maybe when she was older and stronger she'd be able to fly with them. Or something. Or maybe not. Maybe it took Jean-level power to do that.. |
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| Alyson Hart | Jun 17 2010, 02:33 AM Post #4 |
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A few seconds later Alyson leaned back up against the large tree. Lifting the pen from its place beside her, she began writing again. It was always important to be ahead in schoolwork, and even in personal work that involved things such as writing. Among other things of course. Alyson was pretty much done with the music notes and had moved onto the lyrics. Though, nearly the instant that she started writing she heard someone begin to speak to her. They had a texan's accent and was stumbling over his words - and his voice was definitely to deep to be a females voice. He seemed to be friendly enough, but he didn't seem to be one to wander the gardens that often... Even if that WAS what he was doing. He seemed to be more along the lines that would be either in the Danger Room or just lounging out by the pool. Either way, the fact of the matter was that he was actually standing there. Here and now. Alyson couldn’t just leave him hanging and shrug him off! That’s the shallow way to do things, and shallow Alyson was not! “Hi, you’re Cannonball right?” Her voice said in a low tone. Though, nearly as soon as she spoke those four words she heard another females voice speaking to her. The voice was familiar, as well. It was that of a girl she’d met during her classes. They hadn’t spoken a lot earlier, or rather, they didn’t talk at all. Oh well, there’s a first thing for everything, or at least there had to be. Thinking a bit - this students name was Melody Guthrie. The sister of Cannonball. That in its own was considerably interesting; she’d been approached by two of the Guthrie siblings. “Hiya, Mel. I’m Aly.. I think we’ve had classes together?” Alyson said, turning her attentions to the other brunette before standing up, placing the notebook and pen on the ground. “Oh, don’t worry. He definitely wasn’t bugging me.. But I do feel the need to wonder by he was stammering.” She grinned a bit and looked back to the older man. Okay, so he wasn’t really older per se. But he was still older then her, at least by nine years. Maybe eight. But that still wasn’t much compared to some of the other X-men. Or even the teachers. Professor Grey-Summers was almost thirty-two, she was essentially the prime example. |
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| Squirrel Girl | Jun 17 2010, 04:11 AM Post #5 |
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“Monkey Joe, quit that!” Doreen looked absolutely mortified, eyes wide as she cast panicked glances up and down the hedge, fretting on her bottom lip with those mega-sized incisors. A flurry of orange darted in and out of the bushes, leaves and branches rattling with furious fervor as the furry body tussled and rolled with an unseen foe. The small red rodent hissed and chittered with squirrelly venom, finally rolling out onto the open gravel. His fur was disheveled, ears flattened and tail bristling. “Chrrt chrrt!” “I don’t care who started it; leave the roses alone!” the teenager replied back, exasperated and not at all concerned that she was having a conversation with a squirrel. If people weren’t used to it by then, well, they didn’t leave their dorm rooms often. Subconsciously, however, Doreen was mirroring her little friend’s same posture, her own tail fluffed up more than usual and looking very tense. From the shade of the hedge peeked a dozen or so deep red rose buds, ranging in various stages of aperture, thorny stems twisting and leaves undulating as they huddled around one another and hissed—yes, hissed—at the squirrel and his oversized companion. They looked like something out of a Disney movie, living flowers tumbling about the Institute grounds. Doreen was immensely fascinated like them, and in general they seemed to have a pleasant disposition, acting coy and shy when alone like small children. And just like children, they turned into savage beasts when encountered in packs. At least they did lately. “What has gotten into you all?! He wasn’t going to eat you—HEY!” Doreen flinched, ducking away just in time before a sharpened twig came sailing for her eye. It missed, luckily, but that was the first of a whole barrage of pointy things. Her shorts and tanktop weren’t providing much in the means of protection; being barefoot didn’t help either. The roses hurled their little weapons, hissing in their little flower language. Monkey Joe cursed back at them, chittering a storm and menacing them with a hulking pebble hefted from the garden path. Doreen snatched him up and ran off before things really hit the fan, despite the squirming squirrel’s protest. “You can bring alllll the friends you want and have a West Side Story dance-off for all I care! But this is a thread, and all the people are over there,” she hissed, hearing voices as they got closer to one of the pretty oak trees in the garden. “You want to go mingle or be rude and just ignore everyone?” Monkey Joe snorted, wriggling out of Doreen’s grasp and running back to where the real action was at. “Fine,” she grumbled. She needed some time away anyway. Didn’t want to be needy or what not. She strolled up to the small group, trying not to look like she just got into a fight with a rose bush and the rose bush won as she pulled back the crazy little wisps of hair sticking out of her head behind her ears. Her freckled little nose crinkled up, taking in scents like she’d been taught in one of her power-training classes. She recognized one. “Melodyyyyy!” came the yell, and then the flying squirrel, Doreen launching herself into an over-energetic hug of her classmate. Her tail gave a merry little bob. “Hi! Whatcha up to? Oh, and who’re your friends?” She regarded the pair with a big, wide smile. “I’m Doreen! It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Her face pulled into a pensive expression a few seconds right after, Doreen shrugging up her shoulders sheepishly. "Oh gee, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I? I'm sorry." |
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| Sam Guthrie | Jun 17 2010, 05:13 AM Post #6 |
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Sam was swaying side to side with his hands in his pockets, and was turning his head to avoid eye contact. There was a brief moment where he was unsure that she would even respond to him. Y'know the bumpkin understood that what he was doing was weird, and any student that would reply to his awkward jab at conversation was truly courageous. But seriously, kids these days were a bunch of wussies. If this girl didn't say anything, his mission was ove-- OH MY GOD cute overload. Squirrel Girl is here. She's cute in the 'Socially retarded squirrel-path' kind of way. Yes, Squirrel Girl and the even- cuter Monkey Joe were nearby, and it seemed as though they were coming this way. He had never spoken to her, but he had seen her around the campus, and he just wanted to give her a gigantic hug. Also, another interruption. His only sister remaining at Xavier's, Melody, was flying through the air, ready to embarrass him and knock his ego down to size. “Hi, you’re Cannonball right?” But he would have to knock hers down and give Doreen her hug later, because the mystery girl said something. It was kind of quiet, and did not make her out to be the most talkative gal in the world. Even so the young mutant snapped his head around so fast that he thought he had given himself a case of whiplash. His mission lived on, putting a monster grin on his face. But that grin disappeared just as quickly as his , for, as he opened his mouth to talk, Melody continued her campaign to embarrass him. Sam was moments from slapping her across the face. "Yes, that's me," The mutant turned his head to his sister. She really knew how to piss him off. "Thanks for that nice little confirmation, there, Mel, now go pee the bed or something, 'cause Ah know you're good at that, too." Sam's grin returned as a wave of confidence burst through his body. “Melodyyyyy!” Man, a lot of interruptions and things to acknowledge today. Nearing the end of his sentence, Squirrel Girl chimed in, and Sam turned to the approaching young lady, grinning all the while. Finally, he got to meet her! This was among the most exciting moments in his entire life. "Hiya Doreen, Ah'm Goober. Ah-ah mean Sam. Sam Guthrie, Melody's sister. Ah mean...brother. Sorry, been a long day." He changed his attention quickly to the other girl, and realized he had barely said a word to him. "Sorry, please ignore my sister. Ah didn't catch your name, and how long 'you been here?" |
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| Melody Guthrie | Jun 19 2010, 11:16 PM Post #7 |
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"Yeah, we do have a few together.... Oh, good," Mel said, smiling broadly at the girl's insistence that he wasn't a bother and questioning why Sam had been stammering. Whatever it was, it had to be harmless. It was Sam after all. "No clue. Don't worry about it, Ah'm sure its nothin'." Her smile vanished at Sam's comment about her peeing the bed. "Ah'm fifteen you dumbass," she said sharply, in a low voice not meant to heard by anyone but him. She'd teased in a loving, friendly way. That had been outright mean. But then again, he didn't have anything on her since he didn't really her see her much since she was little enough that for all she knew she might have still been doing that. The frown left her face at Doreen joining them. Now that was a girl that could turn any frown upside down. "Its Alyson and my brother Sam, Doreen," she told her friend with a small smile. Sam's stumbling over his own words would have made her amused, and perhaps she would have felt embarrassed for him, if she wasn't so annoyed with him. "Sorry, please ignore my sister. Ah didn't catch your name, and how long 'you been here?" "She's been here longer than Ah have, Sam. Ah'm sorry if Ah got in your way of makin' friends with girls my age. Ah'll leave you to it. Nice talkin' to you Alyson. Doreen, Ah'll see ya later." The girl could give as good as she got with her siblings, but at the moment she was not dealing with Sam if he was going to be a turd. It sucked that her big brother was more interested in talking to her classmates than her, when she'd been so excited to join him and Paige at the school. Heck, she saw Paige more than she saw him. Sure she had teased him, but the main reason she'd landed was 'cause she wanted to hang out with him. Not pouting like she felt like doing, she waved to the other girls, and walked down the garden path. |
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| Grimalkin | Jun 20 2010, 02:16 AM Post #8 |
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"Hi Mel," Mittens said looking up at Melody, "Sorry." It being a rather beautiful day and him being in a rather thoughtful mood, Mittens had come within centimeters of walking straight into Melody. At the last possible second he'd jumped back a couple of feet. He's ears with reared back reacting to the fact she had startled him. Barefoot, the catboy walked the grounds and the forest surrounding the mansion. His shoes were left laying on the floor of his new dorm just in case he decided to go cat. Loosing his brand new shoes was not an option. However, his mind was not on how filthy his feet had become or on who else was outside enjoying the day. Mittens needed to take a day off to think by his lonesome. For a moment he regretted to have almost bumped into Melody. If only he'd noticed her sooner so he could avoid another person. Talking, he was not in the mood to talk. But now that he apologized he figured striking up a conversion would be a whole lot better than wallowing away in thoughts. His mind could not escape a certain bizarre instance that came to become oh so common. His sister was no longer herself. "So, what's happening?" he asked Melody. This Guthrie was Anne Lee's... Anne's roommate. Once a year or so back he was a roommate to her brother. Speaking of whom, Mittens could see Sam a little away in the distance. Melody just left the group that surrounded Sam? As to not being so far away, Mittens called over to the group. "Hey Sam, Doreen, Alyson." He gave a quick wave and made the expression on his face change to a happy greeting. Out of the three of them he knew Alyson the lest. Doreen he wanted to avoid only because he was afraid that if, when in cat form, he looked at a squirrel in the wrong way she would send an army of them after him. Lately he'd noticed one too many squirrel skeletons laying around the grounds. Plus, some of the ferals openly hunted them. As for Sam, it was usually good to see an old roommate (as long as he kept his comments to himself). "I'm Robert," Mittens introduced himself as he walked over to the group. It was directed at Alyson. Though he knew who she was they never really talked to each other before. Of course, they shared classes but, yeah, he never talked to her before. Also, she probably knew of him and his nickname. Ever since Anne started to call him by his first name again, he thought Mittens sounded very... embarrassing. And Alyson was cute. |
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| Alyson Hart | Jun 20 2010, 03:32 AM Post #9 |
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Smiling and nodding her head as Melody answered her question. It was a good thing, that she wasn't seeing things. "Yeah, probably not anything to dire." She said in regards to Melody's comment about Sam's stammering. Whilst it was annoying, it probably wasn't life threatening. Heck, it was most likely far from it. It's not like he had a history of strokes... Or at least, not the last that Alyson checked. And it wasn't like her to pry her way into learning of peoples pasts. That would be.. Cruel. Hearing the man's voice speak up, he'd confirmed that Alyson was actually correct about Sam being the X-man known as Cannonball, but then he went on to more of a.. Cruel tone towards his sister. This was a tone that Alyson's brother used with her before his powers had actually manifested. And what he'd said had actually set Melody herself off. Alyson sighed gently and looked up to the X-man, he was acting like a typical sibling. "Melodyyyyyyyyyyy!" Another voice chimed. It didn't seem to be very far away, and it certainly was loud. Perfect Description for Squirrel Girl's voice. That girl put a smile on ANY ONES face. of course, that is if you had a heart. Or a soul. Who didn't like squirrel's!? And who wouldn't want to be the supreme overlord of them?! Okay, that's crossing the line. But still, even though she hadn't spoken once with Doreen yet, she knew that the girl usually made anyone she met smile, nearly instantly. "Oh -- hi, Doreen. My name's Alyson. The pleasure is definitely all mine." She said, flashing a quick smile to Doreen. "Sorry, please ignore my sister. Ah didn't catch your name, and how long 'you been here?" Sam said, his voice in a definitely different tone then before. However it still wasn't very right. "No I won't ignore--" Her voice was then cut off by the other brunette's. She was obviously upset again, that made Alyson a bit flustered herself. "No, don't go...!" Her voice was nearly in a shouting tone. She didn't want Melody to leave, especially not right after she'd met her. Bringing herself to stand, she slowly began after her. That was, until she noticed that she was nearly out of the way of the group and had just bumped into another male - blond hair, and from this distance he seemed pretty good looking. No, scratch that, definitely cute! Hearing his voice as he spoke up, she smiled gently. "Nice to meet you, Robert. I'm Alyson." She said calmly, and she glanced at Melody. ::Melody.. You don't have to go. Sam may be being a doofus but... You could always ignore him?:: Alyson spoke into Melody's mind with her telepathic abilities. That probably wasn't the best solution, but it was literally the only thing that Alyson could think of. |
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| Squirrel Girl | Jun 30 2010, 01:48 PM Post #10 |
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Squirrel traits, communication and happiness incarnate—that was Doreen in a nutshell. Having people smile back at her as she came bounding up rather than the range of off-looks and disdain people gave at her old school only made the squirrely mutant grin more broadly. Melody introduced the girl to her brother and new acquaintance, each in turn introducing themselves. In the meantime Doreen not-so-discretely plucked out a stray twig from her wild brown hair. Luckily, no one asked why it looked like she’d rolled around in pine mulch… not that she did that often… Sam made his bumbling introduction. Despite what manners and proper decorum dictated, Squirrel Girl couldn’t help but giggle, in a few moments going back to her seeming composure. She cleared her throat and straightened up the slightest bit, trying desperately to iron out her smirk, chuckling. “Golly gee, it musta been one reeeeally long day, huh? No worries, Mister Guthrie, of course I know you.” The little honorific might’ve been a bit much, but it was fully in Doreen’s nature to be very respectful of her elders. … And she might’ve heard the conversation from a ways away. Pee the bed? Really? Big brother or not, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say at all. She glanced at Melody and tossed her a wink. “It’s a definite pleasure to meet you, sir. I mean, someone who’s been here as long as you have, you’ve got yourself a really good reputation. Maybe one of these days we’ll meet up in a training session, hmm? Oh golly, that’d be cool! What’s your codename again? I mean, everyone calls you ‘Jet-Ass’, but I kinda figured that’s not your real name… is it?” Doreen stared up at Sam all wide-eyed and innocently. Whether she was ribbing on Sam or being completely and utterly sincere in her innocent squirrelly ways, no one would ever know. Except maybe Alyson, but shhhh. After disengaging herself from Melody and the nearly vice-like hug she’d greeted her with, Doreen nodded curtly at the new girl. She definitely seemed nice enough, Doreen cataloging the name in her head along with other equally-spiffy people she’d met on campus. “Likewise. Nice to meetcha, Alyson.” However, their meet and greet was cut drastically short. Melody disengaged herself from the group, Doreen immediately picking up on her slight… depression? Sadness? Distress? Visual cues and her stiff body language (courtesy of her brother) aside, Doreen could pick up pheremonal hints as well, though she was far from being able to accurately identify them. Her expression fell almost immediately as well, lips drawing into a pout as she watched somewhat worriedly after Melody. “You’re leaving already?” she asked, fingers fretting on the fluffy fur (holy cow alliterations!) of her tail. “Well… if you’re busy, I guess…” Of course, Melody wasn’t busy. She was upset. And Doreen had an idea, more or less, of just who put her in that glum mood. When she turned head to look back at Sam, she fixed the most disapproving and not-happy look genetically possible on him. “Go apologize to her. Now.” Turning her gaze back, she waved at Robert with her usual cheering grin. Then she went back to glaring at Sam. When Doreen got upset… bad things happened. |
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| Sam Guthrie | Jun 30 2010, 05:13 PM Post #11 |
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After messing up everybody's names and using the wrong pronouns, Sam felt a little embarrassed. It was time for him to act cool, 'cause if he looked any more a fool, he would be better off just walking back inside without saying a word to any of those little kids. “Golly gee, it musta been one reeeeally long day, huh? No worries, Mister Guthrie, of course I know you.” "Yes it was. As a matter of fact, Ah know you, too. Doreen, yeah?" Sam smiled at her and did a little half wave at the young girl. "Hey Rob. What's happenin'?" Following shortly after this, the bumpkin exchanged a few words with his sister that he thought was just Guthrie-ness. Melody, apparently, did not. This day had taken a sharp turn for the worst, and Sam wasn't digging it. Apparently, his words had made Melody upset. Even though she made him mad first. She began to walk away, much to the dismay of all thirty of the kids that had come to congregate around him, and it was kind of pissing him off. Even Doreen was mad. "Everybody just calm down! This ain't nothin' to fuss about, Ah'm gonna go tell Mel Ah'm sorry and then we can do whatever it is students do in the garden at this time of day. 'Kay?" So as not to cause a further scene, Sam put on his sweet older brother face and made sure that he sounded like more of a logical adult than a fussy child. He really did feel genuinely bad that he hurt Melody's feelings; he thought it was all playful sibling-like banter to entertain the masses. "Melody, wait up! Ah gotta talk to you." He tried to make eye contact and release any cockiness, for he didn't want his sister thinking he was trying to look cool in front of her little friends. Really, after all that he's done today, there was no way he'd recover from this. "Listen, Ah'm sorry for what Ah said. Ah wasn't aiming to embarrass you or hurt your feelings, 'cause, really, Ah thought we were just showing them kids that Guthries were fun people. Please, sis, come back to the group. Let's play with those roses or somethin'. Also, Ah think Doreen's gonna kill me." |
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| Melody Guthrie | Aug 3 2010, 04:14 PM Post #12 |
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Melody just looked at Mittens when he nearly ran into her. He was a nice enough boy, and he was her roommate's younger brother. Just, at the moment, she wasn't feeling like dealing with the catboy. Lucky for her, he quickly departed for the group she'd just left. ::Melody.. You don't have to go. Sam may be being a doofus but... You could always ignore him?:: Melody heard Alyson's voice in her head. She just shook her head, still walking down the path since the boy was out of her way. As nice as hanging out with the girls, and Mittens, would be, she just wasn't up for it at the moment. She wanted to be by herself for a bit. Maybe later... as far as she could tell, the girls had rallied for her. She'd have to thank them later. Even though she was trying to fight back tears, Doreen's innocent remarks before her departure had brought a trembly little smile onto the flier's face. "Melody, wait up! Ah gotta talk to you." Melody stopped in her tracks, although she hadn't intended to. She didn't turn around. She didn't want him to see her face. She had a feeling that he wouldn't react particularly well to her looking all tearful. "Listen, Ah'm sorry for what Ah said. Ah wasn't aiming to embarrass you or hurt your feelings, 'cause, really, Ah thought we were just showing them kids that Guthries were fun people. Please, sis, come back to the group. Let's play with those roses or somethin'. Also, Ah think Doreen's gonna kill me." "Sam... Ah don't think you know how to talk to girls," she said, trying to school her expression into something a little less... pathetic. "Even your own sisters." Managing a smile, she turned to him with an otherwise stern expression. Even if it wasn't quite working and he could probably tell that she was forcing the entire expression. She wasn't really good at hiding her feelings. Talking quietly so the other students wouldn't overhear, she told him bluntly, "Ah've barely heard from you since comin' here, and when I finally do, you're mean. Don't matter that you didn't mean it... you don't say stuff like that 'bout girls in front of their friends. Or people they want to be. You want your lil sis to be known as a bedwetter for the rest of her time here, or somethin'? Girls can be awful, Ah'm lucky that.. Ah don't think these girls are like that." She couldn't imagine Doreen starting rumors or anything, but she barely knew Alyson, as nice as she seemed. And girls could be vicious things. "And Ah'm sorry... goober's supposed to be... a term of endearment?" That brought a tentative smile to her face. She had started the teasing, but it was meant in a loving lil sisterly way. [Sorry this took slightly over a month. I didn't realize that Sam posted/ that it was my turn. While I understand if its late to continue, I'd still like to post Melody's reaction to settle things a little.] |
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