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Toys!
Aug 30, 2007 21:38:50 GMT -5
Post by Aenigmatic on Aug 30, 2007 21:38:50 GMT -5
Kaspar had just made a complete circuit around the House. He had run around the backyard three times, gone in through the back door, nosed around the kitchen for a while, then gone upstairs and poked his head into every open door to see what was behind it. He knew people lived in there, but Kaspar never went in any of those rooms. He didn't sleep in there. He slept downstairs most of the time, on the floor or on the couch. He made his way back downstairs quickly, ambling into the kitchen. It took him about five minutes of nosing cupboards and cabinets open, but he had managed to get a hold of a whole box of graham crackers. No milk to go along with it though. Kaspar couldn't open the cap on the milk carton. Still, he was happy with his prize, and he carried the box by the corner into the living room. Then, he ran back upstairs and opened closets until he found the tennis ball he'd been looking at the other day. It was small enough for him to close his mouth with the ball still inside, but he didn't mind. He found a couple other weird plastic things too in the closet. One was a hose and the others were hollow sticks. Maybe for playing fetch.
He carried these downstairs one by one and left them in the living room, which he then proceeded to tear apart. He pulled the cushions from the couches and chairs, piling them all up comfortably between the two pieces of furniture. He then brought the plastic things and the tennis ball over, along with the box of graham crackers. Once everything was in order, he flopped down onto the pile of cushions and began chewing enthusiastically on the plastic pipes, which bent and broke under his teeth far too quickly for his liking. It took scarcely ten minutes for him to tear up those toys, and when he had he turned his attention to the graham crackers. A decidedly gleeful smile on his face, Kaspar tipped the box over and poured the graham crackers out onto the carpet, snagging them one at a time with his rough tongue and chewing them happily. By the time he was done, he had left a substantial mess of crumbs and plastic pieces lying about, along with a destroyed box and plenty of long hairs all over the cushions. He was blissfully ignorant of the destruction he had caused, and didn't even think that maybe someone would be mad at him for it.
Indeed, Kaspar was so conscience-free that he even lay down on his side, stretching lazily, before dozing off to sleep. Forget about returning to the crime scene, Kaspar had fallen asleep on it. It was all typical of the large cat, but that didn't mean that people wouldn't mind. He just never really thought about the consequences of his actions. Call it a genetic defect, if you will.
ooc| It's crappy, but I made a post... For Lunar Music and Tobey... And anyone else who wants to join in for whatever reason.
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Toys!
Sept 21, 2007 13:46:48 GMT -5
Post by Tobey on Sept 21, 2007 13:46:48 GMT -5
It was evening, which meant, of course, that Tonya was just waking up. She yawned, sat up, and slid out of bed, feeling fairly refreshed; at least as refreshed as she could, considering that even during the day, figments of other residents' thoughts were always there to distract her from sleep. But today, she had had enough sleep to put her in a decently good mood. She looked out the window to see that the day was not completely over yet; the sun was still in the process of setting. This was both good and bad; it meant that she might be able to catch a few of the other residents before /they/ went to sleep. She still needed to meet most of the people who were living in the House, even if she didn't quite completely /want/ to meet so many new people. But she felt bad for hardly knowing any of the people living under the same roof as her. And, she thought, being painfully shy was really no excuse.
Tonya came down the stairs, dressed and ready to try her hand at social interaction again. She was sort of subconsciously hoping that there would be nobody there, so she would then be able to say to herself, 'Well, at least I tried.' Better than just sitting in her room, and making sure she wouldn't meet anybody, right? On another level, though, she was actually a bit excited, feeling that kind of anticipation that was born of fear.
Tonya yawned again and stretched, her wrists cracking slightly as she extended her arms down and to her sides, as she walked into the living room. She had sort of tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes to yawn, so when her gaze fell back down to the room, she looked rather startled by the quite unexpected disaster area that greeted her eyes. She quickly spotted the tiger lying in the middle of it all, and after a few seconds, she realized it must be Kaspar. It was easy to see that he had made the huge mess that he was now sleeping in the middle of, but Tonya felt reluctant to wake him up. Ironic, wasn't it, that a girl who can be hurt by others' dreams would feel so awkward to simply tell someone to wake up? Trying to ignore the nervousness that was such a part of her psyche, she quietly said, "Hey, Kaspar, you awake?" With a little more confidence, now that she had 'broken the ice', so to speak, she said a little louder, "Hey Kaspar!"
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Toys!
Sept 24, 2007 2:53:59 GMT -5
Post by Aenigmatic on Sept 24, 2007 2:53:59 GMT -5
Thankfully for Tonya, Kaspar's dream wasn't anything remotely harmful. At least, not to her. He was back in Jake's house, lying on a huge pile of cushions with Jake leaning up against him. The two of them watched TV (Kaspar dozed, actually, but pretended to be watching), and occasionally Jake would hand him a potato chip or three from the bag he was slowly emptying. All was quiet for a few seconds, before Kaspar heard a huge noise outside. He got up and ran to the door, exiting by just pushing against it. When he got outside, he saw that a truck of shortbread cookies had crashed into a lamppost, and was spilling cookies all over the road. At the same time, a fire hydrant nearby unscrewed itself from the ground and fell over, but instead of water, milk came shooting out of it. Shortbreak cookies and milk!
Kaspar ran across the street and stood atop the pile of cookies, a perfectly euphoric grin on his face. He hadn't even been able to take one of them into his mouth when a pack of at least a hundred dogs came running around the corner, barking and howling. Madam had let her dogs loose to eat the cookies. Kaspar grabbed a couple cookies in his mouth, then turned and ran.
He hadn't gotten two steps before he heard someone near him say his name. The tiger's eyes opened slowly, and his tail twitched spazmodically for a moment before laying still once more. Rolling over onto his back, feet splayed in the air, Kaspar turned to look at who had woken him up. It took him a moment, but he finally remembered that her name was Tonya. He'd met her a while ago, but hadn't seen her for a long time. He tilted his head to the side slightly, waiting for her to say something. How come she woke him up? Maybe she wanted to play, or maybe there was dinner ready. Kaspar's stomach nearly growled at the mere thought of food. He could still smell graham crackers, and he wanted something else to eat now. Of course, that was hardly unusual. It was a rare day when Kaspar didn't feel like eating.
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Oct 8, 2007 20:34:43 GMT -5
Post by Tobey on Oct 8, 2007 20:34:43 GMT -5
((Sorry this post is so late. My excuse is that I've been busy, and my muses are suffering from cocaine-withdrawal.))
Tonya more or less ignored Kaspar's dream. It obviously wasn't real, and it wasn't really a nightmare, so she had no reason to worry about it. She really only noticed the pile of cookies because of their smell. They smelled delicious. Cookies and milk did sound good, but, even though hallucinatory food could quite often have surprisingly real taste to Tonya, she would always much prefer actual, stomach-filling food over the illusory kind.
The pile of cookies, geyser of milk, and pack of dogs disappeared from the room as Kaspar's dream ended. Tonya watched with a trace of amusement as the tiger slowly woke up, rolling over on his back and splaying his legs in the air. Any kind of cat, even tigers, could always manage to be so cute when they first woke up. But Tonya's tiny bit of bemusement disappeared, and her usual anxiety hit her full force, when Kaspar looked at her as if to ask why she had awakened him, and she realized she didn't have any reason ready. Why /had/ Tonya woken him up? Had she expected him to do something about his mess? Had she only wanted to say hi? Or did she just have some sort of instinctual distaste of the sight of any sentient being asleep, a fear built up from the years of watching helplessly as nightmares came to life around her? The third option was out. Go with the first or second.
"Hey," Tonya began, filling the air for a moment while she thought of what to say. "Uh, did you make all this mess?" she asked, trying for the casual tone of one asking about the weather, as if she were only asking such a question for the purpose of making conversation. Of course, the anxiety that was always present in her voice prevented her from achieving a vocal inflection that was anywhere near 'casual,' but, at the very least, her question hadn't sounded accusatory, either. With the obligatory dialogue out of the way for a moment, Tonya had a second or two to berate herself for how stupid she'd been. What had she been thinking, waking someone up without having first prepared a sensible reason /why/? No wonder she was such a social misfit, when she couldn't even figure out a simple little thing like that.
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