Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2012 3:07:43 GMT -5
Ooooh, pretty voice, was all I could think when the green-eyed stranger entered the room, approached me, and named a random ailment. At the same time, it was a bit weird that he kept talking in that voice. As I wasn't familiar with "siren song" as an ability at the time, I felt a bit confused and inexplicably violated, like my ears were being raped, and they liked it. Leaning toward Tony as the stranger kept speaking, I jokingly whispered, "I think he's trying to seduce me," trying to break the uncomfortable sexual tension that the dark-haired man introduced, seemingly just by being in the room and speaking, with my usual absurdity.
As I processed the rest of the handsome man's speech, I realized who he was. The one and only Sinclair Gabriel, half of a roleplay pairing that I considered sacred. This realization made me much more excited about talking to him.
"Oh, Sinclair! So good to meet you," I chirped, standing up from my seat, having completely forgotten that the other characters in the room were probably in the process of deciding whether or not to draw straws to decide who had the right to my murder.
"As for our dear Isabelle," I said with a laugh, "Metal Boy should be the least of your concerns. Really, if anything, you should be keeping your eyes on that one," I said, pointing to Christopher. Right on cue, Isabelle --always needing to make a noticeable entrance-- spun into the room joyfully with a large tray of cupcakes.
"I'm late, I'm late!" she laughed, her voice indicating that it was more of a statement than an apology. I smiled, Isabelle was always my favorite. A free spirit, someone who lived almost without a care in the world, was such a nice idea. Of course, being a hardcore realist myself, I had to give her some share of cynicism, but she was without doubt the least angst-ridden of my characters. Remembering that, I quickly glanced at Meredith to see if she was any closer to killing us all. Isabelle's activities seemed to be distracting her for the moment.
When I looked back at Isabelle (who was dressed in striped knee-high socks and a dress that reminded me of Rainbow Brite, go figure), she was busy passing out a cupcake to each of her fictional friends.
"One for Weirdly Protective Guy, One for my partner in crime," she said, dancing, with a little wink for Christopher to go with her cupcake. "One for Meredith! Oh, what's your name? Eh, one for you, too! None for my boss." Isabelle stuck her tongue out at the prefect commander before moving onto our realm. "You get one for making Weirdly Protective Guy!" She quickly passed Shea a cupcake, glared at me, and moved onto Tony. "AND YOU! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have Chris! And I'd hang myself from the boredom. Aaaallll the cupcakes for you," she sang, setting the tray of remaining cupcakes on Tony's lap before waltzing to Chris' side and hugging the blonde, absentmindedly nuzzling Chris' blonde hair with her nose.
As I processed the rest of the handsome man's speech, I realized who he was. The one and only Sinclair Gabriel, half of a roleplay pairing that I considered sacred. This realization made me much more excited about talking to him.
"Oh, Sinclair! So good to meet you," I chirped, standing up from my seat, having completely forgotten that the other characters in the room were probably in the process of deciding whether or not to draw straws to decide who had the right to my murder.
"As for our dear Isabelle," I said with a laugh, "Metal Boy should be the least of your concerns. Really, if anything, you should be keeping your eyes on that one," I said, pointing to Christopher. Right on cue, Isabelle --always needing to make a noticeable entrance-- spun into the room joyfully with a large tray of cupcakes.
"I'm late, I'm late!" she laughed, her voice indicating that it was more of a statement than an apology. I smiled, Isabelle was always my favorite. A free spirit, someone who lived almost without a care in the world, was such a nice idea. Of course, being a hardcore realist myself, I had to give her some share of cynicism, but she was without doubt the least angst-ridden of my characters. Remembering that, I quickly glanced at Meredith to see if she was any closer to killing us all. Isabelle's activities seemed to be distracting her for the moment.
When I looked back at Isabelle (who was dressed in striped knee-high socks and a dress that reminded me of Rainbow Brite, go figure), she was busy passing out a cupcake to each of her fictional friends.
"One for Weirdly Protective Guy, One for my partner in crime," she said, dancing, with a little wink for Christopher to go with her cupcake. "One for Meredith! Oh, what's your name? Eh, one for you, too! None for my boss." Isabelle stuck her tongue out at the prefect commander before moving onto our realm. "You get one for making Weirdly Protective Guy!" She quickly passed Shea a cupcake, glared at me, and moved onto Tony. "AND YOU! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have Chris! And I'd hang myself from the boredom. Aaaallll the cupcakes for you," she sang, setting the tray of remaining cupcakes on Tony's lap before waltzing to Chris' side and hugging the blonde, absentmindedly nuzzling Chris' blonde hair with her nose.