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Posted on March 1, 2013 at 08:40:14 AM by Bryar
Warning This Post May Contain Referances Unsuitable For Younger Readers. That Is All.
You can talk all you want but my skin is really thick
Seriously how long did it take him to get out of bed and let her inside? Really he had to what jump up, cross a couple of steps and open the window. It was not that hard. Yet here she seemed to be clinging to her newly created ivy plant forever. If Wayra wasn’t so petrified about them getting caught or some rubbish like that she’d have started hammering on the pane of glass. Had he developed some new deafness she was unaware of? Wayra had said he was in, apparently just sat there flicking through one of those square paper things… a book! That was is. Something Bryar totally did not understand the point of. Really who wanted to sit and read a about someone doing so many awesome things when you could be out there doing them yourself? Really it just made no sense to the girl. Perhaps the fact that Bryar can’t actually read or write should be featured into the equation of why she doesn’t understand books and those who like wasting time reading them but she doesn’t think it has anything to with that. Bryar’s mother had just never taught her and she’d never found or wanted to find anyone with enough patience to teach her so she remained happily oblivious to the ‘wonders’ of books; absolute balls if you asked her. Finally when her miniscule amount of patience was just about up and she was ready to accuse Wayra of telling lies to her the dark veil known as a curtain was drawn back and the rough outline of Tristan could be seen. Immediately brightening up at the sight of her friend, the brightest of her beaming smiles appeared on her face. Whist she didn’t miss the look he gave her as he hissed her name she could only interpret part of it as what she’d come to recognise as shock and the other half as disapproval. She seemed to get both looks a lot from various others around Shaman and she had yet to figure out why. What was so terrible about her behaviour? It was just an obvious fact that people were dumb. As to his look if she knew what he was thinking she’d have offered an equally quizzical look. Why wouldn’t she be climbing castles at this hour? If she tried climbing it during the day she’d get caught and yelled at or thrown in a cell and neither seemed particularly appealing ideas to the girl mainly because of the amount of time she’d find wasted. She could just use her electrical manipulation on any of the guards that caught her and technically Taser them but when she’d mentioned it to Tristan previously he’d seemed very against her doing such a thing. Another reason she couldn’t understand, so long as she didn’t kill them what was the harm? It was their own fault for being crap guards. “Hey,” she smiles as he pulls her off the ivy and drags her inside. Wayra manages to shoot in seconds before the prince closes the window and remains buzzing around the corners of the room anxiously. It’s then she notices the dagger in his hand and frowns, “What you planning on stabbing now that it?” In a second it dawns on her and she laughs, “You though I was a killer? Or whatever? Since when do they knock on windows idiot?” Shaking her head she begins to peruse his room. Mildly interested in if there’s anything she can play with lying around. Green eyes glance back when he asks a question, “oh the flying scare-dy cat found it, I’m not totally stupid you know besides your dad would love me I’m awesome.” Whether that statement was true or not remained to be seen but parts of it were certainly doubtful. A second later her eyes swing to the bed and they light up. “Oooo”, it’s not quite a squeal but it’s not far off one and she shoots past him and throws her-self unceremoniously onto it. Bryar scowls as something with hard sharp edges digs into the base of her back and sitting up she pulls out the book she assumes he was reading. Unknowingly she holds the books upside and flips a few of the pages studying it briefly with crease lines marring her forehead before she tosses it carelessly into the corner of the room. “Really book reading? How is this fun?” Shaking her head she pushes herself up onto her bare feet and starts to jump up and down bouncing slightly higher each time as the springs push her up. “I so want one of these!” she exclaims excitedly barely catching his comment as she continues. As it sinks in her green eyes turn sharp and promptly half way through her jump she grabs one of the princes many pillows and hurls it at him; aiming mainly for his face of course. “Twat I don’t need no pampered palace prince brat to come rescue me! Do I look like one of those pathetic damsel types?” Jumping up once more she crosses her legs mid jump and settles comfortably down. “So you wanna go do something more interesting than oh read?” the grin on her lips is wicked and her eyes glint with their usual mischievousness. Save your pity for tomorrow when I smash it like a ball
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Replies:
- stuck in the middle of this dysfunction - By t r i s t a n March 2, 2013 at 05:01:50 AM
- See Ain't Nothing Stopping Me - By Bryar March 11, 2013 at 10:13:11 AM
- working every day, - By thoth March 11, 2013 at 09:56:33 PM
- may your honour lift you high - By t r i s t a n April 30, 2013 at 08:44:11 PM
- working every day, - By thoth March 11, 2013 at 09:56:33 PM
- See Ain't Nothing Stopping Me - By Bryar March 11, 2013 at 10:13:11 AM
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