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Post by Mistress Emma on Aug 3, 2006 4:16:12 GMT -5
Marissa Purepaw was painting. She'd found she had rather a knack for it since she was no longer a criminal. She was 38 years old, had no husband or children, and had only just discovered her talent. But she was happy.
Marissa was working on a big project. She wanted to draw everyone. All the people she'd met and befriended and helped. She was quietly drawing Vivek when the door opened.
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Post by nikki ^_^ on Mar 29, 2007 9:19:15 GMT -5
OoC: Considering I'm dying of boredom, I'll just do this... -_-;
"Heya!" Came an extremely loud shout. "Allstar. James Allstar." The girl bowed. Then she realized what she had just said.
"I mean, Nikki! I'm Nikki." She grinned.
"Allstar goes a little weird sometimes... But, I'm sure you'll be fine!" Nikki jumped up and looked at the painting Marissa was drawing.
"Oooooooooh, that's nice! I wish I could draw like that! But nooooo, Allstar can only draw friggin' stick figures! Humph!" Nikki pouted, and turned to face the world.
"Allstar says life's not fair. Especially not for the old people. Like myself..."
OoC: I did NOT just say 'Nikki turned to face the world.' WALL, goddammit, WALL!
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Post by Sydneybear...rowr on Jan 3, 2008 21:35:46 GMT -5
(oooooo sounds innnnttttterrrresssting, much to interesting for the Lilly of Sydney's mind -little voice screams in head- SHUT UP!)
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Post by Mistress Emma on Jan 4, 2008 8:14:48 GMT -5
Marisa sighed at the apparently schizophrenic girl who had come into the room. "Do I know you?" she said wearily. "And why are you here?"
She relaxed a bit when Nikki paid compliment to her painting. i mean, she was still a schizophrenic, hyper nutcase who probably shouldn't have been there at all, but everyone likes ego-butter every now and again. "Thanks. Why do you keep referring to yourself both in third person and with your last name?"
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Post by nikki ^_^ on Jan 6, 2008 7:19:00 GMT -5
Nikki paused.
"I don't knoooooow. Maybe. Allstar got lost and came here."
She paused again, and proceeded to bounce around the room, with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Hmm. Who knows? I just do it sometimes."
She was unbelievably calm, surprise, surprise.
"So what's your name?"
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Post by Mistress Emma on Jan 6, 2008 7:40:38 GMT -5
"Marissa. Marissa Purepaw, sister to the Queen. I live here," Marissa answered professionally. "My life has been... quite difficult... But why do you need to know that, hey? It's not your fault life sucks," she concluded briskly. She felt a familiar rumble. "Tell youn what, do want lunch? The kitchens aren't too far away and then we can find where you came from. Plus, I'm just really really hungry."
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Post by nikki ^_^ on Jan 6, 2008 8:33:17 GMT -5
"The Queen? Is this the palace then?" Nikki had no idea where she was, obviously.
"Don't worry, everyone had hard lives. Even me." She grinned. "The trick is to get over it, cause you probably don't have the worst life there is."
She heard Marissa's stomach grumble, and her's followed.
"Sure! Thanks! But I don't think you'll find where I came from. I don't really come from anywhere. That's just how I was made."
She shrugged.
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