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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 7, 2009 13:52:53 GMT -5
Just because Mustapha said she wanted to roleplay with Marley!
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Marley was in deep concentration.
The wild haired Bohemian was sitting indian style in the lounge staring at a house of old mismatched playing cards she was currently building. With her brow furrowed, slightly crossed eyed and her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek, she carefully placed a faded Queen of Hearts on the top then quickly drew her hand away, pleased that the tall house didn't fall. She turned away for a second to grab another card when she suddenly heard the door to lounge swing open and aa rush of wind blow in.
" No!" she cried, wheeling around and throwing her arms out but it was too late, the house of cards fell compltle apart, scattering across the floor and over the ratty Converses of the card house destroyer. Marley glared upwards, her hands balled into fists.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 7, 2009 16:49:49 GMT -5
Mustapha was tired of being bored. She walked with a little stomp in her pace, getting more and more aggravated as she passed each room and saw everyone just sleeping the day away. Meatloaf was still passed out from the amount of drinking she did last night, Scaramouche was locked away practicing guitar and telling people to piss off the moment they enter the room and Galileo was off on one of his dreamer walks.
She decided she might enter the lounge for a change, and she pushed the door open with a grunt. A small breeze came from behind her and a burst of cards seemed to come from mid air. She looked down in confusion at the little cardboard pieces, picking one up and scratching her head. She looked up and saw a very angry Marley.
She quickly put two and two together and dropped the card in fright, her eyes grew large and her bottom lip trembled.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 27, 2009 18:59:26 GMT -5
Marley continued glaring up at Mustapha, until she noticed the younger girls huge eyes and lower lip trembling. She quickly stood up and bit her lip, hoping that the bass player wouldn't start crying. She was no good with crying kids, actually with kids in general.
" Look.. don't start blubbering on me." she mumbled, rubbing the back on her neck and glancing around the room. " If Scara learns I made you cry, I might never see the light of day ever again! It's not that bad, I can make another card house..."
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 27, 2009 21:45:12 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded slowly and her lip stop trembling her eyes remained wide and wary, dark blue watching for any ounce of movement or sudden anger. She thought for a moment and then decided to make amends. "Can I help?" She asked picking up the queen card at her feet and staring at the little white woman's face on it.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 28, 2009 17:27:26 GMT -5
" Hmph." Marley huffed, seating herself once again on the floor. " I guess you can help. Are you any good at building card houses?" she asked, holding up a faded ace of spades and waving it.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 28, 2009 18:20:16 GMT -5
"Uh... I wouldn't know... I've never tried..." She muttered quietly before picking up a few stray cards and seating herself. "Lemme have a quick go." She mumbled, sticking her tongue out in concentration, she pulled together two cards and they balanced evenly, "well then..." She almost sighed making a row of about three pairs and then quickly making another story to the little card house. "Is that okay?" She asked bluntly, even though she was pretty damn sure she did well.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 28, 2009 18:24:07 GMT -5
Marley squinted and cocked her head to one side before nodding slightly, not wanting to cause a draft and make the cards tumble once again.
" It looks great." she said "Now,we gotta make sure it doesn't fall when we do this..." she muttered as she carefully placed some more cards to add on to the house.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 28, 2009 19:12:47 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded slowly and joined in, twitching her nose as a habit when she was concentrating. "How long do we do this for?" She asked so quietly that she almost couldn't hear herself, not wanting anything to topple the little house.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 1, 2009 8:01:03 GMT -5
Marley scrunched her brow, picking up another card.
"Well, we can stop whenever we want and just leave the mess for someone else to clean up." she said, placing another card on but letting out a small hiss when the house collapsed once again.
Instead of bothering to start a new house, she stood up and stretched her arms over her head.
" You see? I'm bored already." she said, tugging on one of the purple braids in her hair. She eyed her hair and outfit momentarily and simply said. "I wanna change my look."
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 2, 2009 0:20:43 GMT -5
Mustapha slouched a little when the house fell, she imagined a bunch of miniature card people screaming and fussing about their collapsed house, smirking a little devilishly. "Well that was brilliant." She smiled.
Mustapha perked up suddenly once Marley suggested changng her style. "Really?!" She beamed, she loved the dressing room. "Can we do it now?!" SHe said bouncing on the tattered lounge.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 2, 2009 10:54:20 GMT -5
Marley shrugged.
"Sure, why not? It's not like I have anything better to do." she said, brushing off her jean skirt. She held out a hand to help Mustapha up, then headed towards the door, leaving the mess of cards for someone else to clean up.
(I guess we can move this thread to the Dressing Room now)
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