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Post by Failure on Mar 22, 2008 12:05:55 GMT -5
[[Yes, I titled the thread the first chapter of Starwars book one]]
Hmmm... I'm not sure what I would call Chalky... Mable was currently enjoying the strong wind on her strongly freckled face and hair.... and... somewhere else... but she desided to mull some things over in her life... It has taken a drasticly different step since she met Izzipoo in the hospital... and she was now on the topic of what she would call him. I'm sure he's probably ages older than me (She really doesn't know how correct she is) He's so... on top of things and... wise.... So boyfriend wouldn't fit... Usually boyfriend is put under the catagory of 'One night stand' in her lexicon. Husband.... sounds too macho... She looked up at the delicate face of her vehicle. Besides.... after you get married everything goes down-hill... or is that after you have kids.... Fiancé wasn't any better... besides... she was Polish. Not French... How about... Manfriend. That's perfect. Or... Dude... Yeah... He was her manly dudefriend... wait... She couldn't manage laughing. What would you call someone you love who can pick you up and run over one hundred miles per hour at the same tim-
A large gasp blocked out the normal rythum of her incessant brain wave activity.
"It's............................
Pulchritudinous...." Mable was dumbfounded by the vast building standing in front of her.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 22, 2008 12:28:49 GMT -5
The brunette felt hardly wasted all throughout their little 'trip'. Which wasnt very surprising, for he had gone halfway around the world before during a chase from Amadeus once. Wait... his whole life had been a chase from that little piece of-- but wait, what was that? He had a strong urge... For coffee! Oh me, oh my. How long had he gone without that stuff? A... a... Oh my god, he thought. The last time I had coffee... was... when I talked to Amy! Bloody Hell! He felt like fainting. Well, he couldn't quite do that yet, he thought as he looked down at Mable. I know... The first thing I'll do once I get home is.. get a nice, steaming hot cup of coffe. Or two. Or three. OR FOUR!
The caffine-addicted teen realized he had made it to his humble, if not ridiculously ostentatious home.. err, manor, and so slowed down to a stop in front of the driveway. The driveway with a four car garage. And a shiny black Mercedes parked in it. Izzy smiled as he heard a loud gasp escape from Mable's mouth.
"Thank you, dear," Izzy said, smiling and walking up the driveway to the front door. "There's a nice big shower waiting for you up on the second floor, and I'll have Miss Maddy take you there... Unless you want me to?" He opened the front door and stepped inside to see a vast, brobdingnagian room covered in expensive carpets couches. A kitchen was sectioned off in the left half, and if you took the time to look you'd see a whole special section just for coffee. To the right was a golden staircase to the second floor. Of coarse, there were two kitchens. [Bwahahaha].
"Do you like it?" Izzy asked Mable, not wanting her to be dissapointed.
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Post by Failure on Mar 22, 2008 14:11:19 GMT -5
He was like a teenager with a manor and lots and lots of money. It was quite comical, if not suspicious... Has his staff ever noticed anything.... strange.... perhaps... yes... yeah... okay... I'll stop now. Most girls would probably die right now if they're husband or boyfriend (or Manfriend) had a mansion... not literally of course... But Mable wasn't a gold digger... but was indeed impressed. "I can't think of anything witty or funny to say to that question!" Mable let out exasperated and felt very defeated. "Yes? Yes I do like it. And I wouldn't mind being exscorded by your... maid either" That was a lie actually... She couldn't imagine being AWAY from Izzy for one second. It was all way too... real. Like he could choke on a crumpet in one second and he'd die and it'd be all over, but then again his staff was so heavily supplied they'd probably help him... And what made her even think that he LIKED crumpets anyways, like anyone with an accent automatically enjoys thick buscuits. She shook her head to clear it, waves going which way. Yes, I think if I left him here for a few minutes he'd be alright. She thought, looking over his slaves-erm-workers. Mr. Jim, Mr. Chuck, Mr. Carry, Mr. Larry, Bob, and Mr. Pootenheimer. Wait... Mr. Pootenheimer... The maid was nice... Yeah... She had a clear voice, nice outfit. Yeah. She was nice. Pretty nice. She stopped at the bathroom, which was more like a bedroom with a shower and gold encrusted sinks. She noticed he didn't own anything silver. I guess those ledgends are true. She thought, and dismissed the lady. She'd never been treated like royalty before. Izzy must just have wanted something... familiar to his first home. At that thought she delicately turned the shower on. Carefully. Very carefully, "Like the titanium foset is going to break!" Mable scolded herself. While she was cleansing herself of bacteria and using handmade soap and exspensive conditioner she was singing her song she wrote in 4th grade. However she actually remember that one shred of her past was unknown... but did it matter? "When you're with meeeeee.... It's like a love autopsy!!!!" She had issues when it came to poetry, with her there's no line you can cross when it comes to ryming. As you can clearly see. Mable, garbed in bright-tight skyblue jeans, and a goldeny glittered, colared jacket(It had red stars on it) with a floral spagetti strap underneath, clopped out of the regal room which she refused to call a 'bathroom' any longer, in her high heels. (that's one way to help your height problem Mable) "Chalk Board!" She yelled as soft as she could down to where he was, down stairs. She was greatly intimidated by the large house and was afraid of being imbarrassed as to getting lost in it.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 22, 2008 14:33:24 GMT -5
Izzy's smile grew even wider, if that was possible, at Mable's reply. Yeah, he was probrably gunna need to glue it back on soon, because it would without a doubt fall off within the next hour or so. That is, if Mable was quick at taking showers. As the maid Mr. Pootenheimer escorted her to the shower, Izzy traipsed off to his elephantine kitchen, which was even more royal and picturesque than those kitchens you saw at those expensive French restraunts. Even more amazing than the kitchen where he had lived as a boy, that's for sure...
Wow. It had been a while since he was that young, he thought, hanging his top hat on a hat rack made of oak wood and embroidered nicely with gold loops. Over, say, three hundred years... "I'm too old for this," he sighed as he turned on his Mr. Coffee and rich brownish black liquid started sputtering out of it. Stacked up to the side of his coffee maker was a brilliant stack of sugar cubes [which formed a coffee cup], a mini refrigerator full of half and half, and several things full of coffee flavoring [hazelnut being his favorite and most used one]. As he stood near the counter, fingers drumming the expensive granite countertop, he heard the shower go on above. Not long after, he heard the sound of heels clopping down the stairs.
Just then his Mr. Coffee chimed noisily, signaling his coffee was ready. Of coarse. With a florish Ismir whipped out a coffee cup [that was decorated with hearts] and poured in the hot black... yummy... And sooner or later his coffee was done, and he lifted the heartwarming substance to his lips. Just as Mable reached the bottom of the stairs, thank got she hadnt got lost.
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Post by Failure on Mar 23, 2008 18:37:25 GMT -5
[[Woops, lol. I was coloring Brinzale for about 30 minutes so... lol....]]
[[CRAP. I did it again!!!]]
[[Btw, I'm in a writer's block, so go easy on me, XD.]]
Mable clomped down to make sure that Izzy was indeed, not, choking on a hard crumpet. Which, she now found the the idea to be most entertaining.
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Mable Trea started slowing down as she reached almost the end of the beautiful spiralling staircase. [did it again] What is that most foul stench!? She thought, as she hesitantly stepped down the last shiney step. [This time was because my mom interupted me, okay I'll stop now] She rushed over to the other 'teenager' who was curiously peering through wispy, black hair. He was the source of the malodorous, stench. Well, atleast he was the beholder. It looks as if he's about to drink it! Her head spun at the sheer thought! Mable's small nose was slightly wrinkled up against the strong odor as she circled behind him. She draped her thin arms around his neck and tilted her head forward until she could see Izzy's chalk-like face. Then, very carefully, she put her hand over the strange substance and wispered, "Now, how do you ever exspect me to kiss you when you're smelling like that stanky... caffine?" Ah, yes, she finnially relised the stinky drug that was floating through his 'drink'. "Hm?" She batted her eyelashes for extra effect. It always works
[[Dang, what a small post T.T]]
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 23, 2008 19:33:33 GMT -5
Ismirshalen had been waiting for that taste all day-- that sweet, fresh, coffee bean churned, hazelnut flavored, savory aroma... The even better taste! The way it trickled steamily down his throat... The way his stomach welcomed it with glee... So good... Sooo goood! And it'd be all his! Right then, right there, he'd-- be ambushed most unfairly by a beautiful woman.
Her freckled arms had stealthily wrapped themselves around his neck, making his skin tingle pleasantly. Her face was leaning over his shoulder, her sweet smelling breath [though not coffee smelling, he noticed] hot against the side of his face. He felt her long lashes brushing his cheek... Mable. Although he barely had time to bask in that good feeling inside him, for her next words sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes were frozen between looking at the dark brown substance swimming in circles around his cup [as he had just gotten done mixing it] and Mable's face [or what he could see of it]. To make it even worse, she didnt the eyelash batting. Oh god, not the eyelash batting. His big weakness. Of coarse, this was not concerning the fact that he would have given in without that trick anyway.
"I dont know," he murmured huskily [and somewhat shakily, you cant imagine how hard it is for him to put down a cup of coffee], hold wavering slightly on the heart decorated cup. "If you dont like it, I could always stop..." Oh god. How were those words even coming out of his mouth? But no! His hands had mindlessly obeyed Mable's wish, for the coffee cup was set back down on the granit counter top. "Must I never drink it?" he asked, quite breathless at the great feat he had just committed [though he'd probrably call it a sin XD].
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Post by Failure on Mar 23, 2008 19:49:42 GMT -5
Mable giggled, and in a flirty fashion continued her winning debate, it was dangerous when Mable knew she had the upperhand. As Izzy was soon to find out. "Well you see..." She started in her still wispery voice, closing in on him. "The more you want of me, the less you're going to have of that 'coffee', If you know what I mean," She had to insert an awardwinning smile there. She placed her thumbs on the top of his turtleneck, tugging it. She was doing this as an emphasis. A dirty joke of course. She wasn't QUITE sure she was ready to go that far with ANYONE. Not even the Brad Pitt of werewolves. Of course she wasn't going to hold him back if he wanted to... BUT HE'D NEED TO STOP WITH THE STUPID COFFEE.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 24, 2008 10:14:30 GMT -5
The now very cornered brunette was even more caught off guard when Mable closed in on him, telling him her 'requirements' for a successful relationship. And winning. Because Izzy was miserably, horribly loosing. Especially at that smile. And then she was tugging on his turtleneck, suggesting things that made the 'Brad Pitt' of werewolves's mind spin. His breath caught in his throat for a split second, Ismirshalen swiftly regained [some] of his dignity.
So fast he might have just dissapeared, Izzy whipped around and placed his hands on Mable's shoulders, pushing her up against a wall [gently, of coarse]. His face inches from her, he put on one of his most seducive smiles, then softly rubbed his lips against her jaw.
"Are you sure you're ready for that, my dear?" he asked in a soft purr, as if reading her uncertainty. "Or are you just playing with me?" He put on a hurt face, stopping halfway down her neck and drawing back slightly.
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Post by Failure on Mar 24, 2008 10:32:01 GMT -5
Mable held still for the moment. If he was trying to catch her off guard it was working, but she was not COMPLETELY blonde, as Izzy found out many times before. She had to play along for awhile for the best outcome she desided. Actually. It wasn't that hard. I mean... Why fight it? She could work this into her hands no problem. Taking his face in both hands she firmly brought it right infront of hers, she went for a kiss, but pulled back, "Only if you don't taste like African imported drugs," She sneered, his face was making her smile.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 24, 2008 10:48:34 GMT -5
Izzy had been watching Mable's face carefully for any sign of having won over, and was somewhat dissapointed [and at the same time pleased] when she seemed to have maintained her control. When her hands closed around the sides of his face and brought it up to hers he had kept the hurt expression on his face lest she try to pull something, which she did [thank god he hadn't been starting to kiss her, because then he'd look stupid]. At her words, however, he couldnt help but smile crookedly.
"Of coarse not," he said, taking one hand off her shoulder [his wrapped hand, which he had still never bothered to see if it even worked right anymore] and bringing her face the rest of the way to his.
Right about then, one of his BUTLERS, Mr. Pootenheimer, to be exact, was on his way to the kitchen. Having been going to get a small refreshment, he had instead stumbled upon his master and the girl he had previously taken up to the showers in the room... Umm... Oh dear. Were they kissing?
Izzy just so happened to glance to the side, and when he saw who was standing in the entrance to the kitchen he broke hastily away from Mable and backed away a few steps. His pale face flushed a bright red, he looked away from the butler and at Mable.
"So," he asked, sounding as if they had talked this over. "What do you say to the park?"
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Post by Failure on Mar 24, 2008 13:54:10 GMT -5
Mable laughed a very short, nervous, high-pitched laugh. She also joined him in a slightly smaller blush. Then putting her arm behind her head also nervously said "Yeah, totally, let's go! Haha," Mable swiveled on one heel and grabbed Izzy by his colar and proceeded to drag him outside stiffly. "It must be embarrassing having a butler that's probably been here with you for thirty years witness you kissing alittle girl!" Mable teased, letting go of the probably stretched out COTTON turtleneck. "So anyways, how are we getting there? Are we flying, orbiting, digging underneath the ground in the process making deals with molemen?" She added, of course joking, but then again being slightly serious. I mean... He had carried her pretty much around the whole of Odirais.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 24, 2008 14:11:46 GMT -5
Izzy almost tripped and fell over as Mable abruptly grabbed him and started dragging him outside the house. Then letting go and making a comment about what had just happened. The part about the time kind of stuck with Izzy. So she had obviously learned he was a lot older than he seemed. Great. He wondered what she'd think if she knew just how old.
"Do I really look that old to you?" he said in a joking voice, though the answer worried him. Him, look old? The thought made him want to shrivel up and die. Though at her next question, a bit of that tortureous weight was lifted from his shoulders. Smiling crookedly, the werewolf took Mable's hand and led her to the driveway, then around to the front of a shiny black vehicle. It was the Mercedes. Which had to have cost a lot of money.
"Not as extravagant as any of the ways you've suggested," he said in a nonchalant tone of voice, gesturing toward the very extravagant car. "But I think this will have to do... Unless you dont like it?" He proceeded to opening up the passenger door in the front, where leather [how'd you guess?] seats and a shiny dashboard awaited Mable. "Ladies first?" he asked, smiling his sweet crooked smile. Which could also be considered award winning.
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Post by Failure on Mar 24, 2008 14:31:37 GMT -5
Mable smiled an awfully knowing smile as he exscorted her into the exceptionally exspensive car. She sat down like she was garbed in an exceedingly large victorian style dress to mock the way he was acting/talking at the moment... every moment. "Thank you sweet sir," She tittered pretending to hold large clumps of fabric at her sides and bowed her creamy head in her seat. Mable proceeded to lay back on the very... Stiff seat. He must not use the car very often. She thought, not knowing how RIGHT she was. Mable watched the extraordinarly tall man take a seat, before he could say anything she answered his earlier questions. "Yes, this car is indeed not quite as glamourious as being carried swiftly over one hundred miles per hour through busy streets, receiving awkward stares from people, but I must say, I would be interested to see as to you drive it. And also, you act old. Talk old. And the only thing you don't do old is kiss, and eat. But that's why I love you," She added, before he could add anything to that. Her face manifested a huge smile to end it off with.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 24, 2008 14:44:47 GMT -5
Izzy couldn't help but to keep smiling at her mocking gestures, for he found how she pretended to act like... him to be funny. Though if she kept it up he might've been tempted to make her put on a dress like that, just so he could smile even wider.
Going over to sit in his seat, Izzy snuck a look at the steering wheel, the buttons littering the car... Um, crap. He hoped he was still as good at driving as when he had been... Young? Though he was snapped out of his uncertainty as Mable launched in to answering his questions. The first answer made him smile. The second answer... Made him smile even wider, and stare somewhat dumbstruckly. Was that the first time she had actually spoken the words 'I love you', he wondered... So he was 'old'. But he didnt kiss old. Izzy wrapped an arm around Mable's shoulder, turning on the car [hey, he still knew how to do that!].
"You're funny. Your way of thinking about things, your vast imagination, you're very unique. And good at kissing. I love you, too," he said, giving her a soft peck on the cheek. Then putting the car into reverse. And backing out the driveway . And then they were zooming down the road and off to the park.
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