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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 11, 2008 22:13:10 GMT -5
It was a truly rare occasion when he was out-tricked. He stared, slightly bewildered, the entire left side of his face coated with brown slime, his hair sticking up in a kind of mud-mohawk on one side. He was almost too proud of her to be mad. Almost.
He wiped the mud from his eyes mid-run, launching into the creek with a splash. "You've sealed your doom, Clementine," he said. He looped an arm around her waist and dragged them both down into the water. With his free hand, he scooped mud from the bottom and smeared it the entire length of her jawline, and then laughed at the sight.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 12, 2008 1:20:57 GMT -5
Nellie turned to run when she saw Alexander even think about chasing after her, but unfortunately, fourty-seven hundred petticoats plus water plus mud plus a creek bed did not add up to a very quick combination. Her skirts weighed her down, and her hasty getaway was completely thwarted as Alexander, for the second time that day, tackled her.
This time, she was a bit more prepared and a great deal less embarrassed, so she made sure to put up a good fight. She thrashed, and kicked, and even tried to bite his hand. Unfortunately, the lattermost action only provided her a mouthful of mud. Luckily, it was clean, country, Dream mud and not some yucky Nightmare city-sludge. However, that didn’t make it tasty.
She spat out the mud, struggling to right herself in the slippery riverbed. “Ugh! Alexander, why you got t’ be so mean, huh?” she asked, accusatorily. Of course, it was a temporary bout of anger and she got over it rather quickly. But really, that was the second time today she had been slammed to the ground. She had a feeling she was going to be rather bruisey tomorrow.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 12, 2008 1:36:17 GMT -5
Alexander snickered. He leaned back on both hands, the murky water swirling around his chest. "You brought it upon yourself," he reminded her. He patted himself, dawning a wounded expression. "And ouch. You can really kick..." In seemingly the same breath, he switched subjects, eyes twinkling (so to speak) with humor, "You look like that guy on Candyland, you know, the mud monster near the end?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 12, 2008 2:00:25 GMT -5
“Well, at least I only look loik Gloppy the Molasses Monster when I’m covered in mud,” she said childishly, seating herself on a miniature sand bar and attempting to make some order of her hair. She instead opted to let it all down, and hope the majority of the mud would be kind enough to fall out.
“I don’ know wot I’munna tell me folks when I come home lookin’ loik this.” She tried playing out the scenario in her head. The results didn’t look good. She brought some strange boy to the party and disappeared after some close-quarters conduct on the Blind Man’s Bluff field, only to return, sopping wet and muddy. She clearly didn’t get that way by playing on the maypole.
“Wait, wait, wait. ‘Ow’d I bring this ‘pon m’self, exactly?” Nellie furrowed her brows. “You tossed me in th’ creek fer startsies.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 14, 2008 22:49:12 GMT -5
Of course she knew the exact name of the Candyland mud monster. He rolled his eyes, casually flicking one of her stray locks with his finger.
"Yeah, me either. I smell like flowers and candy."
He sighed dramatically, like the answer should be obvious. "Because, Sheep Girl. I'm allowed to do things like that. You're not."
Brilliant logic. The sun must be getting to him; he wasn't at his witty best.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 15, 2008 0:14:40 GMT -5
“’M sure yer parents are gonna consider you a huge shame, if y’ go ‘ome, smellin’ like I do every day. Y’think they’ll kick you out?” Nellie pulled her muddied corsage from the bodice of her dress and let the creek pull it downstream. “If they do, y’ can come live in me closet. I’d offer you the ‘ole ‘ouse, but I don’t fink my parents would loik that much, you know?”
Nellie gave him that look. You know the look. “Did you jus’ fall off the turnip truck? That didn’t make no sense, you silly boy. I’m entitled to do wotever I feel loik. This is my place. I fink I ‘ave more rights ‘ere than you do.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 15, 2008 0:20:50 GMT -5
Alexander recognized the look. It was the why are you such a dumb Nightmare look.
"What doesn't make no sense," he corrected, "is phrases like, 'Did you just fall off the turnip truck?' The turnip truck." He rolled his eyes.
He stretched, rolling onto his stomach. He plucked a thick blade of grass from the ground and set it afloat in the creek to race Nellie's ruined corsage. It disappeared in the murky water in a matter of seconds.
"That's cute, Sunshine. If your parents kick you out, you can live in Genn's closet. It's bigger than three of your rooms."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 15, 2008 0:45:41 GMT -5
Nellie shrugged flippantly, “It ain’t my fault if y’ don’t understand plain English. I fought you’d be educated better, wot wiff bein’ royalty an’ all.” Nellie sighed. Poor, poor Alexander. Raised in the lap of luxury, and didn’t even know what it meant to fall off the turnip truck.
“I remember!” She said, fervently, “’er ‘ole room is bigger than me ‘ole ‘ouse. And we’re the wealfiest family in the ‘ole of Woodland Pastures, we is. Is yer room as big as ‘ers? I’ve never been in yer room. I barely found it when I went t’getcha this mornin’.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 15, 2008 1:24:40 GMT -5
"My closet is not nearly as big as Genn's," he told her, "which is the only reason I wouldn't put you in my own closet. My room is awesome, naturally. You can see it whenever you like. Whenever you think it won't be a risk on your immediate health."
He stretched, flopping his limbs into the grass like a dead starfish. "I'm tired, Sheep Girl. Being a Dream really takes it out of ya."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 15, 2008 22:42:44 GMT -5
Nellie crawled next to Alexander, stretching out in a similar manner, propping her chin up on the palms of her hands, glancing down at him with clear amusement. “Yer tired? Today was a ‘oliday, Alexander. We didn’t do no work, we barely even played tha’ much.” She snorted, “Maybe you should try doin’ me daily chores fer a day, an’ see ‘ow you fare. I bet you’d be dead by 7 o’ clock in the mornin’.”
She didn’t quite know what Alexander did when he wasn’t over bothering her, but she assumed it wasn’t shepherding.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 15, 2008 22:59:56 GMT -5
He turned stunned, horrified eyes to her. "You mean you start before seven?"
Madness. Pure madness.
"It's the sun, I think," he said, closing his eyes.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 15, 2008 23:23:47 GMT -5
“You know what time I came to getcha this morning?” she asked, with a huge grin. This kid was funny. “I get up, normally, ‘bout an hour later than that.” His expression was priceless.
“You might ‘ave sun-sickness. Yer mum is a Vampire, after all,” Nellie placed her hand on his forehead, trying to gauge if he had a fever. “Oh, yer really ‘ot.”
Of course, she didn’t consider that Alexander was always hot.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 15, 2008 23:55:27 GMT -5
His face scrunched in a look of revulsion. "You're insane." He went cross-eyed trying to see the hand on his forehead; small, dainty and decidedly cool to the touch. "S'probably it..."
He chuckled huskily. "I'm always hot, sweetheart. My skin runs at a constant, toasty 107."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 16, 2008 0:25:00 GMT -5
Nellie giggled helplessly, pulling her hand away from his forehead. “I fergot! I was like 'Oh man, Alexander, you might be dyin’.'”
She stood up and offered her hand to help Alex up, “Y’should go ‘ome. I don’t want you to get sick on accounta me, and you don’t want to come over no more.”
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