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Post by psycho teddy <3 on Jul 6, 2007 17:27:53 GMT -5
Emi rolled onto her back, the daisy clutched precariously between her left thumb and forefinger. Scraping her hand lightly over the wood above her head with her free hand, Emi eventually found the string of daisies and began tying her newest flower into the strand. Her stout fingers worked quickly, knotting the stem carefully without breaking it like the many others she had earlier. The evidence of such a feat was strewn about her, yellow-centered white flowers sprinkled over her body and a small expanse of wooden flooring; their stems were apparently unacceptable by Emi’s terms. Happy with the new addition, the girl rolled back onto her right side and extended her left arm toward the flowers only to retract the appendage in surprise. The patch of earth that had recently housed the favored daisies was now empty, not a single alabaster bloom left. Pouting slightly, Emi returned to resting on her back and held up the string of daisies, pondering over the fate of such a masterpiece. Coming to a decision, she pulled a flower-head off from one of the ends and tied the resulting stem to the other end’s bloom. Smiling at her work, Emi slid the loop of floral essence onto her wrist. She shook the bit of arm and was somehow amused by the sight of several brightly colored gel bracelets and a daisy creation dance in place upon her skin.
Sitting up, Emi jostled the scrapped daisies into new positions before sweeping a hand over hair and tucking a few strands behind her ears. She, then, picked herself up onto her feet, jumped the porch railing and ran out to the middle of the yard. There, Emi gracefully fell onto her back, arms spread wide as her eyes closed. She was like a mountain of color floating upon a sea of green, sticking out as if she was a Valentine’s Day decoration hung up alongside Halloween décor. Clinging to her torso was a black tank top, Victorian lace hanging from the bottom hem and the outside hems of the two straps. Emi’s waist was graced by an almost pastel pink skirt, baby blue and pale yellow polka dots speckling the cloth. The clothing article fell to her knees, though, currently, it was resting upon the ground. Colored bracelets looped around Emi’s wrists, about five to each side. Her feet were bare of any decoration, shoes not even visibly present. Emi’s icing and cinnamon hair pooled about her head, tiny braids visible every now and then. Dark eyes still closed, Emi took a deep breath, a content smile upon her lips as she soaked up the warmth the sun generously emitted.
Back at the porch, a crisp blue backpack that appeared to be stuffed to the point of bursting leaned against the house next to the main door. Emi had been planning on entering the house, though when her eyes fell upon the daisies growing next to the steps, she couldn’t resist. She had easily spent twenty minutes braiding the flowers together, her ferret-y-ness driving her to lay in the sun next. Emi was perfectly content to lie there all day, no social occasions preventing her from doing such; though it wasn’t like she had any social occasions to begin with seeing as she had just arrived.
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Post by Tobey on Jul 13, 2007 11:22:40 GMT -5
Echo was in her room, listening to music on her headphones as she stared off into space. Daydreaming. She chanced to look out the window at some point in her mind's wanderings, and she saw just a little bit of . . . something. She went up to the window to get a better look, and she saw that there was someone out there on the front lawn.
It took her a fraction of a second to recognize the newcomer. It was Emi! Echo let out a gasp, and raced out of her room and down the stairs. So, at least one of her 'rebellion'-members was still alive! As she burst out the front door, she yelled, "Emi! It's so good to see you again!" She ran over to her, stopping to stand over the ferret splice, smiling. It took a second or two for her to realize that Emi wouldn't recognize her; the shapeshifter happened to be in Buffy's form, at the moment. "It's me, Echo," she said, clearing up any confusion there might have been. "How've you been?"
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Post by psycho teddy <3 on Jul 16, 2007 0:09:07 GMT -5
The sun having warmed her rather well, Emi stretched herself out, appendages flexing with a sweet pain that had a feeling akin to eating a strawberry, sugary with a bit of a tang but ultimately delicious. She then plucked up a blade of grass, darkened eyes examining it and how the light made it translucent so all the chlorophyll filled veins became visible. Wanting to make a grass chain to match the daisies, Emi picked up another piece of grass and was about to tie them together when a strange person ran up screaming her name. Arching a brow, she parted her lips and started asking how they knew her but before Emi could even utter her question, it was answered. Eyes and expression brightening, Emi jumped to her feet, the grass jewelry forgotten, and hugged the dirty-blond hair girl who Echo was copycatting currently. Backing up a step, Emi grinned broadly, her elation at finding Echo a bit too hard for her to put into human words. "Pretty good, a bit hungry, but good none the less. What about you? It's been forever since we last spoke," Emi said, tone sweet like a child's yet with a mature undercurrent. "Since we last did anything, actually," she swiftly amended.
Ooc:: I apologize for taking a while to post. I've been pretty busy lately.
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Post by Tobey on Jul 17, 2007 13:38:22 GMT -5
For the first time in a long time, Echo actually let herself be hugged. She even returned Emi's hug, not at all worried about accidentally turning into her friend. Of course, that's exactly what happened, as Echo's arm brushed against Emi's hair, but Echo didn't even seem to notice. "Well, we've got food inside. Let's go, if you're hungry," Echo said, turning to go into the House. "I've been doing pretty well," she continued, now answering Emi's query as she led the way inside, with a definite bounce in her step. "I actually found a job, not too long ago. A photography job, that is," she clarified. "So, yeah, I'm good." Then she seemed to remember something. "Oh! Welcome to the House, by the way." She opened the door and made a little bow, gesturing towards the inside of the House. "It's good to see that I'm not the only one of us who made it here. I was starting to worry that . . ." Her voice trailed off towards the end, and she shook her head, as if to clear her head of the sudden, unsavory emotion that threatened to spoil her good mood. "Anyway, I'm really glad to see you," she said, returning to her previous happy attitude. ((Two days is nothing to apologize for. Especially since it took a week for anyone to answer your board in the first place. ))
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Post by psycho teddy <3 on Jul 17, 2007 16:14:45 GMT -5
Emi couldn't help but grin wider as she saw her own ivory and cinnamon hair appear on Echo's frame, her eyes scanning over the new form her friend had taken. Shadowy optics returning to Echo, Emi nodded and followed her companion to the entrance of the large Victorian house, listening intently. "That's wonderful, Echo," the ferret splice exclaimed, glad that Echo seemed to be doing fairly well for herself. As the came upon the door, Emi snagged her backpack and tossed it over one shoulder, her hand coming up to steady it. She giggled as Echo bowed, the jubilation surrounding the two of them allowing a bright smile to grace Emi's lips. As her companion's tone faded, so did Emi's expression, her atmosphere growing somber and thoughtful. She knew what Echo was saying and felt better to not comment upon it; it was too dreadful of a subject. But, as the more light-hearted mood returned, Emi once again brightened, her sweet smile once again gracing her countenance. "It's really good to see you, too, Echo," Emi added before stepping into the threshold of the The House.
Ooc:: True, though it feels like a longer time than it really is. I had begun questioning that point myself and was going to have Emi enter the house to see if that would get more replies, but, then, you replied.
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Post by Tobey on Jul 18, 2007 19:55:28 GMT -5
Now inside the House, Echo pointed and said, "The kitchen is that way. We've got every food known to man, and a few that haven't even been discovered yet." She laughed a little at her own joke as she led the way into the kitchen. "There's food in the cabinets, plus the freezer and the fridge. I think anything that doesn't have someone's name on it is fair game," she said, gesturing to indicate the food cabinets, then the fridge and the freezer. Pulling out a chair and sitting down at the kitchen table, Echo said, "So. What have you been up to since I last saw you? Got any interesting stories to tell?" Might as well make conversation as Emi found something to eat, Echo figured, since she wasn't hungry.
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Post by psycho teddy <3 on Jul 19, 2007 15:33:43 GMT -5
Emi followed obediently, midnight eyes flickering everywhere as they passed through the building. At Echo's jest, Emi chuckled, the lightheartedness greatly appreciated. As they entered the kitchen, the girl spun around, eyes shifting constantly as she took in every color and texture. Emi inhaled deeply and sifted through the many scents that had massed within that room over the years; the food was the dominant one and Emi followed a particularly scrumptious spore to the refrigerator. She pulled the appliance open and scanned the contents, reaching in and pulling out a turkey sandwich with provolone and pickles. Not seeing any name upon its plastic baggy, Emi snatched the sandwich up and closed the refrigerator. She, then, pulled out a chair across from Echo and opened the plastic bag, plucking the sandwich out with three fingers and setting it on top of its packaging. Only then did Emi look up and smile at Echo, prepared to answer the directed question. "Not much happened. I found a few jobs in a town and stayed there for the few years I wasn't with you," she replied, a small smile spreading her lips while her expression went distant as she recalled the various memories. "...It was hard. It hurt... It hurt to suppress my own genetic code for so long; just so I could get a few dollars to live off of," Emi continued, her tone hushed and a little down-trodden. Shoving the thoughts away, the ferret splice brightened up, her smile now dazzling and full of the vigor she usually possesses. "I ran into a lab or two. They were mostly just scouting the streets for new G.E.s. It was pretty easy to get away from them, though," Emi said after a moment. "Um, what else did I do? ...I slid down an escalator and went to a carnival." Finished, she tore off a piece of her sandwich and placed it into her mouth, chewing quickly and swallowing before repeating the action.
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Post by Tobey on Aug 10, 2007 20:17:06 GMT -5
Echo watched with bemusement as Emi took in the sights and smells of the kitchen. So lost in thought was she with watching Emi's characteristic curiosity, and recalling the memories it brought back, that it took her a moment to realize what Emi had pulled out of the fridge. Once she finally did notice the sandwich, however, her expression changed to confusion as she wondered why there would be a ready-to-eat sandwich waiting for Emi. "Uh, I don't know if that's . . ." she began, thinking to warn her friend not to eat the suspiciously convenient food item, but then realized that she had no words to voice her likely-unfounded concerns. She shook her head in a 'forget it' gesture, to let Emi know that she had decided that what she was going to say wasn't important. The worst thing that was likely was that whoever made it had intended to save it for later, and if that was the case, well, then it was their own fault for not putting their name on it.
Immediately forgetting all about the sandwich when Emi spoke, Echo nodded to what Emi was saying, wearing a 'been there' expression, and said, "I know how that feels, having to hide who you are to earn a living. I mean, practically all job interviewers want to shake your hand at some point, and they think you're rude if you refuse." Her voice rose in anger as she spoke, as it often did when she thought something needed to be done about a situation, and she continued, "I lost a lot of potential jobs that way. Lost a couple more by bumping into employees by mistake. Everyone thought I was some sort of demon or something." She seemed to calm down a little bit, and pointed out, "On the bright side, at least the police can never I.D. me."
Echo listened intently to the rest of what Emi had to say, curious about her travels. She felt a brief surge of fear when Emi mentioned the labs, but Echo was relieved to hear that they were easily evaded. At the mention of escalators and carnivals, Echo laughed, her earlier indignation gone, replaced by mirth once more. "Sounds like fun. Both the escalator, and the carnival, I mean."
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Post by psycho teddy <3 on Aug 31, 2007 1:05:20 GMT -5
Looking up from her munching, Emi tilted her head to the side, a questioning expression directing itself toward Echo. At the other's "forget-it" gesture, the ferret splice shrugged and ripped off another bit of sandwich. Hearing the anger in her friend's voice, Emi glanced over, her face now displaying an array of worry and concern. She knew what Echo meant though it was difficult for her to empathize since she had the freedom to touch whomever. Finding Echo's emotions replaced by jubilant ones once more, Emi smiled sweetly and sat back in her chair, allowing the halfway eaten sandwich time a period of rest while she conversed with her friend. "The carnival was so fun. There were so many smells and colors and people. It was amazing! And the food! Did you know there's this stuff called cotton candy? It's not cotton but it's weird and fluffy but it's absolutely yummy," Emi said animatedly, face alight as she spoke of the exciting experience. The girl paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression coming over her before she tilted her head in an obvious show of question. "What did you do after I left? Well, you obviously made it to the house but... I'm sure there's more to the story..." Emi had wondered about that quite often during her travels, her thoughts frequently flitting to the safety of her friends and how they were doing. It had been hard without them, not having anyone there to keep you company or motivate you in the early mornings when the skies were still a dreary gray and moisture clung like a forgotten lover. Emi had endured most of her journey to The House alone, having kept to fields, forests, and secluded roads as much as possible. Her efforts at not being seen had earned her quite a few meal-less nights and a handful of scars. It had been tough. But she was finally here...
Ooc:: I'm so sorry about my severe inactivity. x.x At first it was just my own procrastination but then my friends decided to put on their own soap opera so I needed to clear the drama up... I'm sorry. x.x
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Post by Tobey on Sept 4, 2007 21:08:23 GMT -5
Echo could just barely suppress a laugh at the mental image of Emi wandering through the carnival like a kid in a candy store, taking in all the sights and sounds. It was one of those things that was funny because the mental image had popped into Echo's head so easily; because it fit with Emi's personality so well. A similarly amused thought had occurred to Echo earlier, when she had watched Emi investigate the kitchen. It should be noted, that, whether she consciously realized it or not, Echo tended to be more amused than most just by watching people being so characteristically /themselves/. Echo's train of thought shifted from Emi's experiences to her own when Emi asked what Echo had done after she left. "Well, you probably remember that I was in Christina's form when we escaped. And I guess . . . well, it's weird, really," she thought for a second, trying to put her thoughts, the reasons behind her actions, into words. "You'd think I'd've wanted to get out of that body as fast as possible; I mean, we all hated her. I know I did. But I suppose I was just so relieved to not /have/ to change anymore." She decided to leave out the other reasons she'd come up with; how she had wanted to find a reason why Christina had killed Kelly; or the guilt she felt, when, upon finally finding the associated memory, she found out that Kelly had died as punishment for her own defiance. But Echo didn't let such thoughts distract her from her little narrative. "So, anyway," she continued, trying to stay nonchalant, "I avoided people, traveled at night for a while. Mostly just put as much distance between me and that hellhole as I could. I guess I sort of vaguely remembered what the House looked like from the rumors, and, well, it turns out I fell asleep on its front lawn." She grinned a little as she realized how incredibly reckless that was; looking like a notoriously vicious scientist, she fell asleep in front of a house full of escaped experiments. Way to go, Echo. But, if the nature of her grin was any indication, she wasn't even slightly worried about the fact that she could easily have been killed in her sleep, all those months ago. Heck, she looked practically /proud/ of herself, for pulling such a risky stunt without even being aware of it, and then surviving to tell the tale. Then it was Echo's turn to ask the obligatory question needed to keep the conversation going. Actually, mentioning Christina reminded her . . . "Hey, speaking of Christina, did you hear what happened to the ol' harpy after we escaped?" Echo was again wearing a grin; she didn't usually go for the whole 'gossip' thing, but this particular bit of news was just too wonderful not to be excited about. ((It's totally cool. I understand being inactive. ))
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