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Post by Birdie on Apr 20, 2007 19:34:16 GMT -5
(Is it the 25th?)
My name is Birdie legally Luella Imogen Areeb Dashwood, but it's such a daft name that I have welcomed the nickname of Birdie, even though in some cases it is meant as an insult.
Birdie stopped writing, suddenly having no idea what she should write. I could describe where I am, the sights, the sounds, the smells, she thought, wrinkling up her nose. She shook her head slowly and took a bite out of her two day old lunch.
I've read about famous Dogs and Puppies, Kahlberg, Goodwin, Hayes, Cooper and all the rest and I wonder about the other ones. The Dogs who did their job perfectly well, but weren't special enough to be remembered. You can pick out the special ones almost as soon as they enter as Puppies. Usually there is a sort of... magic around them, that makes whether they are gifted or not. I'd like to think I was tough, confident and clever, but really I'm just angry. Writing helps, and the birds. Oh how I wish I could speak to the birds like Mrs Aarud says I can. Perhaps I'll go visit them.
Birdie stopped and chewed on her pencil, she was going all over the place. What does it matter? Nobody is going to read this anyway, she thought. She sighed and just sat there for a while, on the sidewalk about a block from the market. It was just after noon and the streets were crowded, the way Birdie liked it. She listened for a moment to an old man playing a pipe flute. It was not a sad, nor a happy tone, but it was calming, which was what she needed. Slowly she realized that it reminder her of the chirping of the birds. I'll see them later, she decided, as she tried to return to her writing.
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Post by Ali on Apr 23, 2007 20:16:46 GMT -5
((OOC: It's the fifteenth =) I'm Ali, by the way))
Markkus hurried quickly through the bustling streets, trying to find a reasonable place to stop and buy something new for himself. He hadn't bought anything lately, and seeing as he had a large pouch of gold attached to his waist, he had might as well spend it. Hopefully, most would recognize who he was. If someone stole something, Markkus would indeed find out who it was and have them slaughtered. He knew exactly how much he had in his pouch, and his plan was just to keep subtracting as he spent.
An old Rogue (Markkus was unsure of his name) sat on the streets, playing his pipe. It wasn't very impress music, making Markkus's thin eyebrow raise in distaste (sp?) Slightly amused by this man, he looked around him. A Dog - a young one indeed - sat on the sidelines, her hand moving swiftly across a page.
A Dog with a journal. A female Dog with a journal...not a very attractive Dog writing in a journal, he thought to himself, this amusing him deeply as well.
None of that seemed unusual for the day. Dogs he had never seen before were popping up all over the place - this one being one of them. It was difficult to see her face, but she looked of the interesting sort. He stood watching her for several seconds, just observing. He prayed she wouldn't look up and notice him as he noticed what he had been doing, but if she did, that was alright with him too. He knew how to handle Dogs - even upset ones.
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Post by Birdie on Apr 24, 2007 2:26:58 GMT -5
Next week I am to go out to lunch Pa, whether Sara likes it or not. I will have to pay for him of course, since he lives almost entirely out of her pocket, but I don't mind, as long as I can spend sometime with him alone.
Birdie stopped writing, looking up quickly. Not missing a beat, she looked down again, hoping the young man in front of her hadn't seen her glance. She recognised him, of course, not many people didn't know who the King of the Rogues was. What was he doing looking at her though? She stole another quick glance, fairly certain that he knew she was a Dog.
Should I say anything? She asked herself. Should I just keep writing and hope he goes away? Birdie didn't do either for a moment, eyes down and pencil tapping on the paper. Then the pencil fell. Nervously she watched it as it rolled along the ground and came to rest by the King's foot.
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Post by Ali on Apr 24, 2007 15:46:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Actually, it should probably be the 16th - we're RPing the night of the 15th))
Markkus grinned at her quick glance up. It was very quick indeed, but he had just caught it. With further interest, he watched as the girl's pencil rolled to his foot. He looked down at it, still grinning. He couldn't make up his mind on what to do - wait for her to ask for it, or give it back of free will? Or else, there was the possibility of her bending down and picking it up at his foot, which would proove quite amusing. He decided to let it lie there, and see what she would do. He looked away though, pretending not to notice that he had seen or heard the pencil drop. His thoughts were swift enough that there was a strong chance of the Dog not knowing Markkus had seen the thin writing tool at his foot. She'd have to look up eventually. Even if she didn't speak, she'd have to look up soon.
Markkus decided to watch the crowds, see if he could see anything interesting as he waited for the Dog's reaction.
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Post by Birdie on Apr 25, 2007 6:49:22 GMT -5
Birdie nearly groaned, cursing her bad luck as she looked from the pencil to Markkus. What's the matter with you? She asked herself. You're a Dog. Stop being so cowardly She looked up at the Rogue again, and saw that he was looking away. Hadn't he noticed? Or was he just waiting for her reaction? She took a deep breath, the question running through her head.
"Excuse me, but could you pick up my pencil please, it's just by your foot," she said, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear over the loud, busy street. It's better if I just pretend I don't know who he is, she thought. After all, he wouldn't know who she was either.
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Post by Ali on Apr 25, 2007 16:23:39 GMT -5
"Excuse me, but could you pick up my pencil please, it's just by your foot."
Markkus turned his head back to the Dog, who had finally spoken. He raised his eyebrows for a quick moment, then looked down slowly at the writing tool at his foot. He bent down, picked it up, and tossed it lightly back to her. He was unsure if he should say anything in reply. He decided to, only because he didn't want to make it seem like he was avoiding conversation.
"What are you writin'?" he asked, trying not to make his tone sound nosy.
((OOC: Excuse it's short-ish-ness))
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Post by Birdie on Apr 26, 2007 2:41:46 GMT -5
(That's okay, mine was too) "What are you writin'?"Birdie had caught the pencil with one hand, and was beginning to shove it and the paper into her bag when he spoke. She looked back up at him, trying not to sneer with annoyance. Couldn't he just go away? It wasn't like it was any of his business, she thought, fiddling with the pencil again. "I don't think that's any of your business," she muttered as she gathered her hair and braided it loosely to one side. Then she considered who she was talking to for a minute. "It's just a diary if you're really that interested." (Grr and this one is short too )
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Post by alannatheknightess on Apr 26, 2007 19:13:51 GMT -5
((They aren't that short. Y'all are fine, unless you feel like you have to write more. Trust me, I've seen RP posts that are two sentances at best.))
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Post by Ali on Apr 27, 2007 13:58:44 GMT -5
"I don't think that's any of your business...It's just a diary if you're really that interested."
This reply almost made Markkus laughed. "If it is so private my lady, I suppose only bad or embaressing (sp?) stories about...shall we say...people we meet casually on the streets could fill their pages."
This Dog was an interesting one. He assumed he would see much of her in the near future, something quite exciting to think about.
"Well, I suppose I'll be seeing you around. Or not. Maybe your life is too much of a privacy that you don't want yourself to be seen," he teased, stepping backwards.
This comment, of course, would most likely upset the Dog, but he had no concern over that matter. She was rude to him, and of course, he would have to be a bit rude back.
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Post by Birdie on Apr 30, 2007 2:39:37 GMT -5
(Was going to reply last night, but I had homework...)
"If it is so private my lady, I suppose only bad or embarrassing stories about...shall we say...people we meet casually on the streets could fill their pages."
Birdie just scowled as he spoke and decided that she would ignore him, unless he decided to say anything worth replying to.
"Well, I suppose I'll be seeing you around. Or not. Maybe your life is too much of a privacy that you don't want yourself to be seen,"
Birdie stood up, and brushed her dirty hands on her pants. "I assure you, it is not a matter of keeping my private life from anybody. I have no secrets, and I am sure that you would find this a very boring read," she said coldly, readying to leave him, before he did the same to her.
"Perhaps I will see you round, er... Sir."
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Post by Ali on Apr 30, 2007 12:43:58 GMT -5
((It's okay I've been busy too)) Markkus raised his eyebrows in amusement as the Dog stood up. "I assure you, it is not a matter of keeping my private life from anybody. I have no secrets, and I am sure that you would find this a very boring read."Markkus tried to hold his laughter, though it ended up coming out as a weird noise. "Perhaps I will see you round, er... Sir." "Perhaps you will. Probably," he said at last, starting to walk away. These Dogs were amusing. Quite amusing indeed. ((Short again, but it looks like we're closing up))
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Post by Birdie on May 4, 2007 4:46:51 GMT -5
(Yep, that didn't last very long...)
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Post by Ali on May 4, 2007 17:16:33 GMT -5
((Ha, I know xDD Locker person!))
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