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Post by Da Kittie on Nov 11, 2005 15:44:42 GMT -5
((Nya... I don't know whether Katieh wants this to be private or not. :3 You might want to wait for her to post something before going through the trouble of an intro.))
Same old house. Same old street. Same old pathway leading to the same old park. Ordinary and familiar, just like every other day spent in his lonely world of waiting. If it weren't for his undying loyalty, he probably would've given up on his hope that she'd eventually return.
He pushed his chunky headphones up onto his ears and pulled the wire down to the walkman stored in his pocket. He plugged them in, turning his rock music up to the maximum volume.
The electric kacheek, Vanilla, leant back against the white oak behind him, watching the serene park scene that he was so used to.
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Post by Katieh on Nov 11, 2005 16:00:16 GMT -5
|People can join once we've gotten through everything :3|
"Karaoke. What could be better on a day this boring?" a pink Kacheek said to herself, walking along the old path through the park. She hummed a country tune as she walked in long, powerful strides through the park.
Her clothes where similar to that of a Japanese school's uniform. A sky blue blouse hung loosely on her torso, covered slightly by navy blue sweater vest. A plaid skirt ended just above her knees, and her feet were covered by plain white socks and black mary-janes.
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Post by Da Kittie on Nov 11, 2005 16:08:17 GMT -5
Vanilla sighed deeply, crossing his arms slightly. His eyes drifted open and wandered down the path. They stopped in shock when they took in the familiar face of the girl he hadn't seen in nearly two years now. 'A... Amy?' He stared for a while, almost not believing she was actually there, if that was, indeed, her. He took a slow step away from the tree, seemingly frozen in the moment.
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Post by Katieh on Nov 11, 2005 16:14:01 GMT -5
The Kacheek continued to hum, thinking in her mind which song she wanted to sing later. She ran a hand through her curly, pink hair that matched her fur. This girl's name was Amallilla.
Amallilla's humming slowly ended as she looked over at the electric kacheek nearby. He was staring at her, making Amallilla feel slightly uncomfortable.
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Post by Da Kittie on Nov 11, 2005 16:18:25 GMT -5
Vanilla shook his head, wondering if perhaps he were dreaming. He turned to the kacheek once again. "Amy?" He tried to force his tongue to form more words, but it seemed to have glued itself to the floor of his mouth.
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Post by Katieh on Nov 11, 2005 16:22:49 GMT -5
Amallilla raised an eyebrow. "Uhh...Yeah...?" she asked quizzically, stopping herself from walking. "What's...Up...?"
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Post by Da Kittie on Nov 11, 2005 16:28:02 GMT -5
Vanilla continued to stare. "... I... what?" Slowly, he began making his way closer. Amy normally didn't have curly hair, but she always could've curled it. Now that he had gotten closer, he noticed finer details, such as her eye colour was off, and her face shape was slightly different. "... Do you recognise me?"
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Post by Katieh on Nov 11, 2005 17:03:58 GMT -5
"...Who the heck ARE you?" asked Amallilla, scratching her head. Realizing this was wasting her time, she started walking again. Okay, THAT was odd...
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Post by Da Kittie on Nov 11, 2005 17:11:05 GMT -5
'That wasn't Amy.' Vanilla concluded dully. He took a moment to 'congradulate' himself on making himself look like a complete idiot in front of a stranger. Oh well, it wasn't like he really cared too deeply. He shook his head lightly, returning to his spot under the tree.
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Post by Katieh on Nov 11, 2005 18:50:51 GMT -5
|Now what? O.o;;|
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Post by E.N.T on Nov 11, 2005 18:55:53 GMT -5
(( -has an idea- o-o -holds it in- ))
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Post by Da Kittie on Nov 11, 2005 18:59:42 GMT -5
((n_n Other people can join now. I s'pose the Amy speculation is over. :3))
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Post by E.N.T on Nov 11, 2005 19:03:03 GMT -5
((-scoots in with idea-))
"I'm guessing your interested in that pink one?" A voice said, although who it was coming from could not be seen. With the rustle of tree branches and leaves, an island zafara jumpped down from the branches and landed neatly two feet in front of Vanilla, "Your not going to get her to notice you by just standing around." She said as she put her hands on her hips. Light blue summer-type clothing covered the zafara. White markings were on her arms and legs.
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Post by Da Kittie on Nov 11, 2005 19:06:11 GMT -5
Vanilla jumped slightly at hearing the voice. He turned his attention to the zafara who'd scrambled from the tree down to him.
The kacheek shook his head lightly, staring into nothingness for a moment. "No... not her. I thought she was... someone else."
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Post by Katieh on Nov 11, 2005 19:09:53 GMT -5
|Squee!|
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