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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 30, 2008 8:56:21 GMT -5
Scaramouche yawned and stretched as she shuffled into hers and Galileo's room. She was so tired, she could barely keep her eyes open. She guessed it was because she was up late most of the night, practicing on her guitar and it also didn't help that much when Galileo came in and they got distracted and stared doing "stuff".
Grumbling slightly, the bad-arsed babe flopped down on the messy bed, face down into the ratty, faded, blankets and closed her eyes, hoping for a moment to just take a quick nap. Suddenly, just as she was beginning to fall asleep, there was the sound of a knock on the door.
Cursing under her breath, Scaramouche raised her head and spat towards the bedroom door.
" Whoever that is, it would be wise just to walk away!"
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 3, 2009 20:10:49 GMT -5
Mustapha stepped on the spot nervously, she really had to tell her something but she sounded so mad. She chewed on her lip and thought it would be best to walk away. She began to turn around when she heard another crash. She squealed slightly and dove against the wall. Something big was going on outside.
She covered her eyes as another flash appeared and the a crash.
She whimpered, she had no idea what the loud noises were or why there flashes coming from the sky but she was terrified.
Another crash and she screamed.
Just then the door opened
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 3, 2009 20:55:01 GMT -5
Scaramouche jumped when she heard a the loud boom of thunder and a frightened scream from outside the door. It sounded like Mustapha!
" Mustapha?" she called towards the closed door, standing up and walking over to the door. She blinked in shock when she opened the door and saw Mustapha standing there, looking absolutely terrified.
" Oh Phapha, what's wrong!" she asked, reaching towards the girl to pull her into a hug. She lead her into the messy bedroom, stepping over the discarded articles of clothing left on the floor from some of her's and Galileo " frenzied" moments and sat down on the bed, pulling Mustapha down with her.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 4, 2009 17:47:48 GMT -5
Before Mustapha knew it she was out from the hallway into Scaramouche's bedroom. But she was too shocked and scared to realise.
"I...I...I..." Then another crash sounded and another blast of light lit up the room. They were getting closer.
She squealed and pratically leaped into Scaramouche's lap, burying her face in the crook between her neck and her shoulder, where her hair laid. She didn't want to hear it, see it, smell it or talk about it.
She just breathed in a out fiercly and smelt Scaramouche's hair, it was a familiar scent and one she was much happier around.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 5, 2009 15:26:56 GMT -5
Scaramouche blinked and stared down at Mustapha in shock when the thunder and lightning flared up again and the younger girl pretty much leaped onto her lap and burried her face in her hair. The purple hiared girl bit her lip hard, but she then couldn't help the burst of loud laughter that escaped her lips.
"Phapha, are you afraid of a little storm?" she asked once her laughter had calmed down.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 5, 2009 18:22:05 GMT -5
"A st-or-m? What's that?" She whimpered. She was a little upset because of the strange sounds coming from outside and because Scaramouche had laughed at her. Just because she wasn't afraid.... she thought bitterly, not taking her head from the safety of Scaramouche's hair.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 5, 2009 19:25:24 GMT -5
" Oh..." Scaramouche said. She had almost forgotten that Mustapha was still so new to most of the things in the real world, like a storm for instance.
" Well... a storm is..." she bit her lip, trying to figure out how to explain it to her. Then it dawned on her, use Rock'n'Roll. " A storm is when the Great Gods of Rock, like the Mighty Queen, decide to have a rock concert." she stated.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 8, 2009 6:54:58 GMT -5
Mustapha scrunched her nose.
"Okay... I may be partly brainwashed by global soft but I am not an idiot." She said simply before another crash went off. She yelped, blushing when Scaramouche raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up..." Mustapha whined.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 8, 2009 12:02:40 GMT -5
Scaramouche rolled her eyes and gave Mustapha a punch on the arm. She then stood up, forcing the young bass player to slid off of her lap and land on the floor, with only discarded shirts, pants and skirts to cushion her fall.
Crossing her arms, the Bad-Arsed Babe, glared down at the younger girl.
" Well, would you rather have me go into a long drawl like a teacher, explaining the water cycle, weather pattern and pressure in the air? Frankly, I find it very boring!" she hissed.
" If you ask me, all I really wanted to do was take a nap because, unlike you, I was up all night!"
Once she finnished her rant, Scaramouche threw herself face down on the bed the rolled over to grab Galileo's pillow, hugging it close and bowing her head to inhale his scent, which still lingered on the fabric even though his spot had been vacent for quite some time.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 8, 2009 17:46:24 GMT -5
Mustapha watched Scaramouche fling herself to the pillow and hugging it, her back to Mustapha.
She let her eyes fall to the ground, Scaramouche rarely snapped at her but she even though she never showed it she was extremely upset when she did. Mustapha rubbed the spot where Scaramouche had punched her, she may have been small but she could punch like a sailor.
She looked at Scaramouche one more time and sniffed silently as she tried to walk out the door. Another thunder crash went and she stopped in her tracks and clamped her lips together pressing the urge to scream.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 10, 2009 18:10:37 GMT -5
Scaramouche looked up when she heard the thunder crash again and spotted Mustapha standing at the door with her back to her, looking very tense, her small hands where balled into fists. The poor girl looked like she was trying desperately not to scream.
Letting out a sigh, Scaramouche sat up and shuffled over to the younger girl, placing a hand on her tense shoulder.
" Look Phapha... sorry I snapped at you. It was just a very long night I was up practicing on the Mighty Axe in the Music Room, then Gaz came in and we..." she let her voice trail off and felt a blush creep up her cheeks when she realized that she had said too much.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 11, 2009 1:06:59 GMT -5
Mustapha turned and looked at Scaramouche, her eyes wide. She raised one eyebrow slowly and then both quickly shot up when she realised what Scaramouche was saying. "Oh, oh, oh..." She repeated quietly, not sure of what to say.
She saw under Scaramouche's eyes there were slight bags.
"I'm sorry...for waking you" She mumbled, a bit ashamed, and she lowered her head not wanting to meet Scaramouche's eyes.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 11, 2009 11:59:47 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders.
" It's alright, I don't think I would have been able to get to sleep anyways." she mumbled, going to sit down on the edge of the messy bed and tugging on a thread on the ratty old blanket. She looked up at Mustapha with wide eyes.
" I just can't shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen."
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 11, 2009 18:15:15 GMT -5
Mustapha frowned slightly.
"what do you mean?" She asked still not moving from her spot at the door.
If Scaramouche flared up again (there was a huge possibility) she wanted to get out quickly before she made things worse.
"Is it something to do with GlobalSoft? Or Gaz?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 11, 2009 18:22:04 GMT -5
Scaramouche pursed her lips and frowned slightly, staring off into space for a moment at a spot just above Mustapha's head. She wasn't completely sure about exactly what she was worrying about, just that it was a terrible feeling that she couldn't shake. She hadn't exactly spoken to Galileo about it, he had enough to worry about as it is what with the voices suddenly coming back and everything else that went along with being the Dreamer.
" I'm not sure." she finally sighed, staring once more at Mustapha. " All I know is it's a bad feeling... kinda like a premonition, you know?"
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