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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 17, 2008 23:48:39 GMT -5
He started to grin, amused and strangely fascinated at the mere sight of her huddled into the bed, but he caught himself, worried it would give him away.
"Think about it. What is a house doing in the middle of a cemetery?" he asked with arched brows. He stood on the frame of the bottom bed so he could lean his elbows on her mattress. He brought his face close to hers, their noses nearly touching. "Can't you feel her?" he whispered gravely.
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Post by Princess Katie on Sept 18, 2008 0:09:17 GMT -5
She had been wondering what a house was doing in the middle of the cemetery. She had assumed it was either just a Nightmare thing, or his aunt had picked the Cemetery because she wanted to stay well-hidden.
“Her…?” Nellie breathed, so scared she actually pronounced the ‘h’. She wanted to know, her curiosity was gnawing at her brain. Yet, at the same time, she most certainly did not want to know, because she knew she’d be scared.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 18, 2008 0:12:34 GMT -5
Alexander's head tilted to one side, almost as though he were listening to something. "Sssh..." he said, and touched a finger to her lips. "I think..." he continued dramatically. "She's trying to communicate."
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Post by Princess Katie on Sept 18, 2008 23:22:00 GMT -5
Nellie caught her breath in her throat and strained to hear ‘her’. She didn’t hear anything until she started listening for it. A light gust of wind sent through the cracks of the walls made a moaning noise and Nellie visibly jumped.
He was going to regret scaring her like this when she woke him up in the middle of the night, with a miserable “I ‘ad a bad dream.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 20, 2008 20:13:28 GMT -5
Alexander bit his bottom lip against his laugh when she jumped. "You heard it," he hissed, eyes widening as if he were as scared as she was. "I think she wants your soul."
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Post by Princess Katie on Sept 20, 2008 21:07:03 GMT -5
“No!” She screamed, and in less than a second, she had clambered down the ladder and had connected herself to Alexander’s arm. “STOPITALEXANDERYERSCARINGME.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 20, 2008 21:30:32 GMT -5
Alexander shook his arm, or tried to, but Nellie was lodged on tight. Having a shepherdess accessory permanently attached was not worth the farce.
"Relax," he said plainly. "I was only kidding with you. Now leggo."
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Post by Princess Katie on Sept 20, 2008 22:26:13 GMT -5
“Ugh! I knew it!” Nellie yelled accusatorily, pushing herself roughly away from Alexander. “I knew you were only foolin wiff me an’ I fell for it!”
She climbed right back into her bunk as quickly as she had climbed down and pouted. Blatantly pouted. Arms crossed and lips pursed. “That weren’t very noice. Y’ know I’m scared already an’ yer preyin’ on me weaknesses, y’ are.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 21, 2008 18:21:14 GMT -5
Alexander chuckled and rotated his shoulder a few times, trying to work circulation back through his arm. "Ah, don't be mad at me Sheep Girl." He grinned his 'hate-the-sin-love-the-sinner' grin. He laughed again, laying his head onto his forearms, still resting over the edge of her mattress. "But I'd do it again. Your face...."
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Post by Princess Katie on Sept 21, 2008 21:47:01 GMT -5
She wanted to poke him right in his stupid eye. But eye gouging was unladylike and not very friendly, so she managed to restrain herself. Nellie instead lay back down so she was face-to-face with Alexander, her head cocked to the side.
“Why do you fink it’s so fun to torment people? Thass prolly why nobody likes you,” she noted in a tone that indicated that she felt very bad for Alexander and the stupendous lack of people who actually liked him, but the glint in her still-watery-from-being-scared eyes proved that she was (at least partially) joking. Because, clearly, at least she liked him enough to move in with him.
Nellie’s thoughts sort of ran off with her. She ran away to live with Alexander. Did that mean they were boyfriend and girlfriend? Her cheeks turned a pinker shade of pink at the very thought and she immediately buried her face in the bed sheets to hide her embarrassment.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 21, 2008 22:57:47 GMT -5
"Probably," he agreed with a breezy smile. He raised an eyebrow as her cheeks flushed pink and she turned away from him. He blinked in confusion and then nudged her shoulder. "What's the matter--- I really am sorry, Sheep Girl," he said helplessly.
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Post by Princess Katie on Sept 21, 2008 23:15:59 GMT -5
“’Salright,” Nellie muttered through the bedding as she waited for her blush to curb. Once she felt she was at an average level of rosiness, she looked back up at him and cleared her throat. “’M not mad atchya,” She clarified, sitting up. “’oo could stay mad at that li’le face, hmm?” Nellie pinched his cheeks like a great-aunt might do to a child.
“I’m just tired is all, ‘s been a long day for me. Usually,” she yawned, as if to prove her point, “I’m abed an hour after sundown.” Not to mention, she had done a lot today: shelled candy corn, met her future husband, ran away from home, faked her suicide, made a wonderful suicide letter, discovered the joy of epitaphs, and been scared out of her wits. She was sort of worn out.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 21, 2008 23:29:04 GMT -5
He glowered at her when she pinched his cheeks, but it was half-hearted, and more amused than angry. "Usually," he told her with a cheeky smirk, "I'm in bed right before sun-up."
He arched up on his toes and arranged her blankets and pillows, tucking her cozily into the bedding. He resisted the urge to brush a curl of her hair off her forehead. He didn't want to become a total mother just yet. He heated up her blankets and resisted (again) from kissing her forehead (he was worse than a bedtime story).
"Night. I'm glad you're not getting married," he said. "I'm just below you if you need anything."
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