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| Topic Started: Apr 15 2008, 11:41 PM (133 Views) | |
| Veran Clacher | Apr 15 2008, 11:41 PM Post #1 |
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Veran pulled a chair away from the worn kitchen table, flopping into it and stretching out his legs. His bare feet, soft and wrinkled from the water he'd been mopping with, could feel every ridge in the worn floorboards. He glanced around the room, raking fingers through his freshly-cut hair. A pot sat in the sink, full of hot water, soapy suds, and the remants of the oatmeal he'd made for breakfast. On the counter, a lone turke sandwhich sat on a platter, a single bite taken out of it. Breakfast and lunch had both gone by, and Livia wasn't back with the latest kid yet. She'd been home long enough to snatch a few hours of slee before darting off again, too early for breakfast but far too late for dinner. He'd spent the day mopping and dusting, mostly in preparation for the kids coming in. The latest one he'd seen -- Kat, somewhat snobby and fairly shell-shocked -- had taken time to forcibly settle in and feed, and she'd sapped what energy he'd had left. Currently, he couldn't decide if he was worried for Livia, or if he was more annoyed at her than he'd ever been. |
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| Livia Meiland | Apr 15 2008, 11:55 PM Post #2 |
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All dramatic, and herself, Livia burst triumphantly through the door joining the kitchen to the large dining room. Of course she stood tall for about 2 seconds before she collapsed on the table from exhaustion. "I'm not built for this," She whined, with her face and half her body strewn on the worn table next to Veran's feet. "I steal things, not collect snot-nosed kids for the manor. that's the book-to-nose boy's job." After easing her arms toward the rest of her body, she pulled herself up slowly, managing to slump down int he chair opposite of Veran. "And all the kids, are so.... urghhh. A sobbing telepath who should have been a lot stronger. a vamp who disappeared after I got him here, Just dropped of magnet boy, steel wonder. And Kat, Kat, spoiled princess of a girl. The first thing she does is scream in Luke's ear, so high I could feel my ears burst. And then i had to pretend to be nice. I'll leave infomercial Somerled to take care of them." She took a deep breath and then quieted, putting on a pitiful face. "I got an apple? Avon gave it to me. Course he stole it from the last laddie." She looked around the room, and managed to spot the sandwich. Straining her eyes leering at it for the longest time she finally leaned back on her chair and reached for it. That of course did nothing, the sandwich was too far away. So she got herself up grabbed it, and stomped back to her chair. Taking swift, and ravenous bites out of it, no less talking with her mouth full she asked Veran, "So, How was you last two days?" she leaned back in her chair relaxed. "Looks like you made that oatmeal I hankered for yesterday. To bad I wasn't here this morning to get it." |
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| Veran Clacher | Apr 16 2008, 12:13 AM Post #3 |
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Veran looked up as she burst into the room and watched her as she flung herself around in her typically dramatic way. A faint relieved smile twitched at his lips and he stretched, waiting for her to talk herself out. Though he'd never admit it, he'd been anxious for her to return. He didn't like for her to be gone so much, with so little time in between. "Sorry. If I'd known you would be too busy to eat any, I would have waited for you to get home before making it."He dropped his arms, picking at the stray threads surrounding a hole in his shirt. "By the way, said sobbing telepath nibbled that sandwhich..." He dropped his head onto a shoulder, watching Livia stare at the soapy pot with a devastated expression, calculated to tug Veran's heartstrings. With a long-suffering sigh, he swung himself to his feet, stretching out his stiff joints. "I'll make a new pot, it's close to dinner anyway. The others can suck it up, not like anyone really ate the oatmeal this morning...." He dragged a pot out of the cupboard, filled in half-full with hot water, and set it on the stove burner, flicking the heat on. "You look like you need it anyway." |
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| Livia Meiland | Apr 16 2008, 01:10 AM Post #4 |
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"Ms. Sobs is not poisonous, I'll be fine. What with my awesome immune system," She said in return to Veran." She watched as Veran got up, and turned herself int he chair so as to face him. "That's right, force feed them my precious oatmeal, the best of breakfast foods." She took a minute to re-think that, "Or maybe not, I'm sure pancakes are far better.Still, their faces will be pleasant to look at while they eat it for dinner." She spoke like a villain plotting a completely bogus scam. She may even have been tapping her fingers together had she not still been stuffing her face full of sandwich. "Anyway, you oughta feed everyone else, You can always feed me later, no sense starving everyone for one person." Sher said in a more relaxed tone of voice. "It's nice to get a couple quiet moments. She leaned her elbows on the table and cradles her cheeks in her hands. "The raining season's coming soon, not as if it doesn't rain all the time up around here, but I really don't like the Rainy Season. Not only that, but our supplies..." |
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| Veran Clacher | Apr 16 2008, 01:33 AM Post #5 |
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A faint nod was Veran's first reply as he poured the dried oatmeal into the pot, stirring slowly. He shot a quick glance at the cabinet where he kept the majority of the foodstuffs and nodded again, biting his lip. "We are getting low. On everything." He tapped the spoon against the pot, disloding a few clumps of oatmeal, and turned the heat down. "That was the last of the bread, we're low on eggs. We've only got half a jug of milk left...." Folding his arms, he leaned back against the small kitchen table with a shrug. "We'll get by. What do you want in the oatmeal? We have cinnamon, some dried apple, and I could dig up some honey...I'll call everyone else after you've eaten. And don't give me the 'the others need to eat too' stuff, they've had a chance to get in here and make themselves something. Most everyone had lunch -- except you. Therefore, you get dibs on food." |
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| Livia Meiland | Apr 21 2008, 09:03 PM Post #6 |
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"Ek, fine," She wasn't one to dwell that much, Veran was the kitchen boy, he'd figure out what to do with it. "As for the food. Worst comes to worst, I'll take Somerled and a couple of the watchers with me, they'll come I'm sure." "The dried apple is good, we're probably out of melon." She'd definitely have to steal some more from the open air vendors at the market." She finished off the last of the sandwich with a big bite, making her unable to talk for the best of half a minute before she gulped down the mouthful. "You may want to take a look at the newest kid, the Kyle fellow, hit his head on Avon's forcefield when he tripped, I dunno much about it, but I put a bandage on it. He seems fine otherwise though." She licked her fingers to get the remnants of the sandwich off them. |
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