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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 1, 2008 1:35:17 GMT -5
It really was a good thing that Nellie was so easily distracted. She smiled cheerfully at his ‘crush-list’ comment, shrugging off her former awkwardness with an effervescent giggle. “Yeah? Loikwise, I s’pose. I mean, yer really the only Noightmare I knows, so by default, that would make y’ at the tippy of me list.” Nellie steered another hairpin turn, and Peep farms came into a picturesque, panoramic view, right as the sun was peeking over the rolling hills.
“NO WE’RE GONNA MISS IT!” Nellie screamed, suddenly panic-stricken. She stirred the horse into an even faster flurry, shoving her hat down onto the top of her head as she did so. Luckily, the front gate to the farm was left open, otherwise Nellie wouldn’t have had time to stop before they barreled into it.
They swerved around a group of blonde-haired, blue-eyed, freckle-faced Dreams, “MAKE WAY, FOLKS!” She screeched at the Peeps who might possibly become flattened, before adding a quick “’Old on!” to Alex. She pulled the cart into a whiplash-inducing stop in front of a grove of heavily flowered bushes just as the sun poked all the way over the horizon. As soon as the sun’s rays touched the bushes, the flowers, closed from the night’s darkness, opened up and dropped a veritable rainbow of jellybeans into the baskets situated below them. The real glory of the whole situation was that every single flower of every single Jellybean bush opened in perfect unison.
Nellie cooed, her hair was all disheveled from the insane ride over, but the look on her face was pure ecstasy. “Innit the purtyest fing in th’ world, Alexander?” She asked, shaking him by the shoulder. “It’s th’ best fing ever, innit? It makes me wanna cry, almost.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 1, 2008 1:51:24 GMT -5
The warning came a bit late, thanks anyway, and he toppled backward at the sudden lurching of the cart. He'd just managed to right himself, and recover his hat (essential, as he appeared to be the only one with black hair). He did, however, think to hold on as they bounced to a halt.
Yeah, it was kind of pretty. Personally, he preferred the intense beauty of a dark and gritty Chimera beneath a full moon, but... tomAyto, toMAhto. Mostly, it was attractive because he was seeing it through Nellie's eyes, catching her contagious enthusiasm. And she was very near irresistable with that smile. He returned it, chuckling a little at her. And it did kind of get to him that he'd never seen this natural wonder before, despite over a century of living in the Isle of Morpheus.
"It's pretty impressive," he obliged.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 2, 2008 0:16:50 GMT -5
“IT SURE IS IMPRESSIVE!” Nellie squealed, clambering out of the cart, trying to fix her hair back to some semblance of neatness. She bounced over to Alexander’s side of the cart, hopping in place, as she waited for him to get out. “ComeonAlex! ‘Urry up before all the good flavers is gone!” pointed wildly at the groups of fair-haired Dreams running to scoop up their favorite beans by the handfuls. “I do not want t’ be stuck wiff th’ foive pounds of black licorice flavered ones that’s a’ways left over!”
By this point, Nellie was tugging his hand with both of hers, still bouncing and grinning like a fool. Much to her dismay, at that moment, two girls in the same obnoxiously floral print dresses stopped and gave her ‘the look’. The one with the redder-toned hair curled her lip into a smirk, addressing Nellie with her hand on her hip. “’Oo’s your boy, Eleanor? Never seen ‘im around before.”
Nellie stopped scowling immediately. “This ‘ere is me friend Alexander. Me FRIEND, not me BOY. Now get outta ‘ere, Ruthie, no one wants you. Why don’t y’ juss go suck face wiff that ugly fish-eye boy of yers?” The typically mild-mannered shepherdess was all sorts of spitfire-- her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Ruthie scowled, but didn’t say anything, just slunk off with her blonder friend/cousisn/sister. Nellie, very maturely, stuck her tongue out at Ruthie’s retreating form, before turning to look at Alexander , back to her normal, bubbly self.
“COME ON HURRY!”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 2, 2008 0:29:38 GMT -5
He watched the exchange between the two girls with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. He almost felt like a pet under the eyes of 'Ruthie', but he needn't have bothered with the hellfire-Prince-of-Nightmares glare he had on the ready.
He beamed proudly at Nellie. She was pretty scary when she was mad.
"Right--- black licorice, bad." He found a bucket and sifted through a handful of jellybeans, picking out a dark green one to pop in his mouth. He coughed, sticing out his green-covered tongue. "Ah-- gross, what was that-- grass?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 3, 2008 23:54:16 GMT -5
She stared at him like he was stupid. “The green ones isn’t good. They don’t even look good, wot would make you choose them?” Alexander was treated with a healthy dose of that classic Nellie “Duhhh” look, before she continued on. “We mostly sells ‘em as a filler for th’ rest of th’ beans, thems and th’ black licorice, to make ‘em weigh more. We charge by weight, we do. But shh, don’t tell anyone.” She added, in a conspiratorial whisper as she sorted out the good jelly beans. “’Old yer ‘ands out, loik this.” She instructed, cupping her hands together in demonstration, before dumping a heaping handful of jellybeans into Alexander’s hands.
“The yellow ones taste loik sunshine.” She added, very seriously.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 4, 2008 0:01:50 GMT -5
Who knew Dreams could be sneaky? He held out his hands like a good little boy and watched as the multiple colors filled his palms, trying to guess at the flavors.
"Sunshine, huh?" He didn't bother to hide his skepticism. He also wondered if Genn or his mom ate a sunshine bean, would it be like poison? He stored that handy bit of info for a later time and cause. "Do you have any Nightmare flavored ones?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 4, 2008 0:52:44 GMT -5
Nellie looked horrified, her brows knit and her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Why would anyone want t’ eat a Nightmare? First of all, eatin’ anyone-flavored-anythin’ is nasty. Two of all, Nightmares prolly taste like rhubarb. Which no one loiks, not even granmas. Oh speakin’ o’ granmas, ” That woman, wiff th’ purple dress an’ the crook? Tha’s me great-granma, Bo Peep. She has a nursery rhyme named for her,” Nellie added, almost bitterly, before pointing out several other members of her family, with added commentary—whether they were nice, cooked well, her dad liked them, etcetera.
“’Ow about you then, Alex. D’you have a big fam’ly loik mine?” She had only met Genevieve, but she knew he at least had one brother, a mother, and a father. While that was a good-sized family, especially compared to many Nightmares, it was absolutely dwarfed by Nellie's mob of relatives.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 4, 2008 1:16:55 GMT -5
"No," he began. He fought to keep a straight face. He pulled his hat down, shoulders silently quivering. When he looked back up at her, only his eyes held a gleam of amusement. "I meant Nightmare themed, not Nightmares themselves. And I taste like pumpkin pie, thankyouverymuch."
He curbed his bored sigh and nodded attentively as she introduced her familly. All nine hundred million of them. He remembered only her father, so he would recognize his potential murderer before the shotgun was fired.
"Not nearly," he said. And then, casually, continued, "My grandfather killed my grandmother and my aunt, who's currently in exile, killed my grandfather. My mom killed my two other aunts. So it's just me, my brother and sister, and my parents."
He paused and then added, "And I have like four godfathers, who are practically like brothers to my dad, but we're not actually related."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 4, 2008 1:37:43 GMT -5
Pumpkin Pie? “Oh really? ‘Ow do you know wot y’ taste like? I bet I taste like rainbows and lavender and lemonade, doncha fink that’s wot flaver I’d be? I fink so.” She tried to nonchalantly lick the corner of her own mouth, but all she could taste was the jellybean flavor still on her tongue.
“Yer fam’ly’s so tiny! Wotcha do at ‘olidays? Must be fierce borin’. Oh and also, it’s sounds kinda dangerous t’ be in yer fam’ly, Alexander. I ‘ope you don’t get killed anytime soon. I would be pretty sad.” Nellie said, surprisingly serious for a minute, before adding, “I spent all me allowance on your bracelet, an’ that would be an awful waste.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 4, 2008 1:48:57 GMT -5
"I'm glad I'm worth so much to you," he said dryly. Not to mention he could have bought a hundred bracelets without putting a dent in his allowance. "And we may be small, but there couldn't be any more of us, or we'd take over the world."
"And I think you'd taste like cinnamon and pepper and...." He thought a moment. "A strawberry popsicle."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 4, 2008 2:34:18 GMT -5
“Ew! Cinnamon an’ pepper an’ a strawberry popsicle? I taste ycuky!” She frowned, finishing filling up her apron pockets with jellybeans. “I’d much rather taste like wot I said earlier. Hey, do you dance? Let’s dance, come on!”
She was dragging him toward a dance floor filled with blonde farming folk doing somesort of line-dance, when she suddenly changed her mind, making a complete 180, and dragging him in the opposite way. “Ehhh, nevermind. Me Da’s over there. Loike I said, I don’t want you t’ die. I loik you. We can go play games instead, s’more fun anyhow.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 4, 2008 2:41:27 GMT -5
"I like me, too. I am, generally, a gift to civilization that deserves to live," he agreed, with a nervous glance over his shoulder at her dad. "But just so you know, I'm a fantastic dancer."
He stuck a hand into her pocket and pulled out a jelly-bean--- a sunshine one. "What kind of games?" he asked and placed the jellybean tenatively on his tongue. Yuck. It was like a field of flowers erupted on his tongue. My, oh my, what a wonderful day, kind of taste. He spit it out.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 4, 2008 3:10:14 GMT -5
“’Ey, wotcher! Y’can’t juss go diggin’ around in me pocket, thass rude!” Nellie gave him a flat look, to reinforce the rudeness. “Rude. And thass the best flaver! Y’can’t juss go spittin’ it out!” She frowned, and dug through her pocket until she found what she was looking for. “’Ere, taste this ‘un, “ she commanded, holding her palm out, with a very sparkly-looking purple-blue jellybean in it. “It’s starry-night flavered. Thissun,” she said, “is candycorn, this is rose, and this is ‘oney. ‘oney is one of me favorites.” She avoided the fairydust flavored ones, and tried to only give him ones that wouldn’t be too obnoxiously Dreamy. She was thoughtful that way.
“As fer games, just the usual. Bobbin’ fer apples, the maypole, er…lots of fings that I’m officially ‘too old’ fer now. I’m supposed to go do borin adult stuff wiff me lady-cousins, but that is soo borin. And, I’d rather not.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 4, 2008 3:23:20 GMT -5
He tried starry-night, and what do you know, he liked it. It was still night, but it was sweet. Like, "A Whole New World" instead of Batman's "I AM THE NIGHT." Not bad, over all.
"Good choice, Sheep Girl," he complimented.
"Whoa. Whoooa." He held up a hand. "I could maybe bob an apple. But I ain't maypolin' with you Clementine. That's where I draw the line."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 4, 2008 4:14:25 GMT -5
Nellie rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I shuldda figered you’d be too manly an’ Noightmarish t’ do a proper maypole anyhow. You’d prolly muck it all up, y’would.” She knew that suggesting he was a poor maypoler wouldn’t insult his pride, but she decided to try anyway, as she skipped through what seemed to be the ‘games’ area.
“Let’s see, bobbin’ fer apples—no explanation needed, I don’t fink—this one here is chuck-farthing. Basically you throw a button or a coin or whatever into the hole in the ground, ‘ooever ‘as the most, wins. ‘Unt the slipper, you pass around a marble and ‘ope the ‘unter don’t catcha, Graces, y’throw a hoop to each other and catch it wiff th’ sticks. That one is ‘arder than it looks. Oh! Blind Man’s Bluff! This is one of me favorites. One person is blindfolded in th’ middle, and they ‘ave to try and catch someone. Then they kiss ‘em, an’ if they can’t figer out ‘oo it is, the person goes free. If they can, then that person is the blind man. But I’m sure you know all these games, everyone does.” Sometimes, Nellie didn’t really think about the things she said. If she was a Nightmare, she wouldn’t want to play Blind Man’s Bluff. What if you had to kiss someone with scales or something? Yuck!
Nellie shrugged happily, “Whatever y’ want t’ do. I loves all games. Or, we can sneak off. I know this innit really yer scene. I juss wanted y’ t’ get a taste of me loife, y’know?”
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