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Quote of the week: "Special means retarded! Special means retarded!"
-Fangirlitis I'm going to try to add a little more humor in my action/adventure/humor fic in the next few chapters. If I didn't, my stepbrothers (the pests they are) would whine and complain and eventually lock me up in the basement with only a TV, VCR, and old Pokemon videos for company if I didn't. So for my own sake, I'm trying to be a little funnier today. This is probably going to be a short chapter, which means you guys are gonna get to read another one this week. Now let's get crackin' here, shall we?
Ooh! Guess what? I made it onto someone's favorite authors list! Yay! Now if only I could get some more reviews. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge.)
Lark pounded on her sister's door. When she heard no answer, she turned the handle and shoved it open. Immediately, loud jazz music screamed through the halls, and the two girls hurried in before Rachel could lecture them about playing music at such a high volume. Holly tripped up the stairs and accidentally bumped into Lark, who fell to the Burgundy rug with a loud thud. "Ow.klutz." The mischievous teen had managed to hurl her violin case and laptop on her sister's queen-size bed before impact, and gingerly stood up. She gave a hand to Holly, who clambered up with little difficulty. Kyuro hopped from his perch on her shoulders and immediately ran over to Salvatore's perch to pester the little bird.
Lyra sat on her bed, slumped over while sleeping. Lark motioned Holly to stay where she was and crept up quietly behind the unconscious girl. Preparing a small ball of water in one hand, she moved in closer and closer until she had a good shot. Lark lobbed the sphere, which burst over Lyra's head, and ran back down the stairs before her enraged sister could catch up. She ducked and weaved past the guys in the kitchen, slammed the door shut behind her, ran around to the back and started to climb the morning- glory trellis, Lyra in hot pursuit.
Back in the kitchen. "Um. the hell are they up to?" Hiei said, breaking the silence between the three boys. "I dunno." Kuwabara sat in the living room, Bones' head on his lap, writing (A/N: Ohmigod? Writing? The apocalypse is upon us!) a love letter to Yukina (A/N: Uh.never mind.false alarm). Holly walked into the slightly crowded kitchen, Salvatore perched on her shoulder and a squirming Kyuro in her arms. "Don't worry. They do this all the time. Last year, Lark hid some forest pixies in Lyra's bag. They turned out to be poisonous; though, and Lark got bitten. It was kinda funny actually." Holly stared straight ahead, remembering the deadly prank with fondness.
Last August: The three girls are trekking through the woods because Lark wanted to find a good subject for a photography contest.
Lark: Man. why did we even bother to go hiking up here?
Lyra: I thought you wanted to get some pictures of the river nymphs to enter in that photography contest.
Holly: Like you guys couldn't have asked a few to show up and pose.
Lark: But it wouldn't have been fair to the other contestants if we did that!
Holly: Since when did you care about the other contestants?
Lark: Ever since I.since I. damn you.
Holly: Exactly! You dragged us up here to annoy us, didn't you?
Lark: Uh.
Lyra: Well?
Lark: Um. no?
Lyra and Holly: * stop on the trail and glare at her*
Lark: I didn't do it just to bug you! I swear! You have my word!
Holly: * To Lyra* Should we trust her?
Lyra: * nods* Sure. Lark may be an obnoxious bitch and a troublemaker, but she's no liar.
Holly: We'll help you win this contest. But what exactly are we out in the forest for?
Lark: Ever hear of the deerfolk?
Holly: The whose-folk?
Lyra: Deerfolk. They're like centaurs, only with a deer's lower body instead of a horse's.
Holly: * still doesn't understand * Oh. right. Well, how hard could it be to find one?
Lark: Not very. But I'm looking for a special one.
Holly: Uh-huh. Special as in, like, retarded or mutated? *Imagines a crude deerfolk with a blank look on it's face and drooling while wearing a helmet and riding in one of those small buses * Heh-heh.
Lyra: Holly. Stop hanging around with those boys, they're idiots.
Holly: So?
Lyra: They're rubbing off on you.
Holly: Hey! That's not very nice!
Lark: A-hem.
Lyra and Holly: *arguing *
Lark: A-hem!
Lyra and Holly: *Still arguing *
Lark: Pay attention to me, goddamit!
Lyra: It's all about you, isn't it?
Lark: Whatever. This Deerfolk is revered as "The Lady of the Forest."
Holly: So what makes you think we're gonna see her?
Lark: I came prepared! * Lark takes off her bag and props it up on a boulder and proceeds to take out high-tech gear and photography equipment *
Lyra and Holly: * Sweatdrop at the sheer amount of stuff Lark could fit into one bag *
Lyra: Are you sure all that's necessary? You take awesome pictures with that camera Dad sent you.
Lark: Well, its time to get professional! Come on, soldiers! Let's move, move, move!
Holly: Ecstatic, isn't she?
Lyra: Yep.
* Hours later*
Lark: I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I wanna go home!
Holly: 'Ya don't say.
Lark: Ooh! I know! Let's play a prank on someone!
Holly: *gestures out at a meadow that stretches for miles* On who?
Lark: On Lyra!
Holly: How'd I know *that* was coming?
Lark: I saw some pixies a little ways back. We can hide them in her bag!
Holly: Oh, rapture.
* Lyra has gone to go get directions so they can get the hell outta there* Lyra: So, you'll really help us?
Weird elf: Oh, sure.
Lyra: Great! Let's go! * Turns around and goes to head back all happy and junk* * meanwhile the elf and a few of his friends sneak up in the trees behind her. They all have really weird looks on their faces*
Weird elf: So. what're you going to give us- I mean, me! In return for bringing you back?
Lyra: You know.I'm not that stupid! *creates a small tidal wave that wipes the elves out of the trees, than looks over her victory with pride. *
Lyra: Not helpless prey, am I? I'm sure the centaur's herd leader will be glad to take care of you guys! * walks back to meadow *
* Lark and Holly are currently hiding in the bushes near a cluster of tiny, bluish pixies.*
Lark: So you direct them in the bag and that's it. No strings attached!
Holly: You make everything sound so easy.
Lark: But this prank is easy! It'll be done in twenty minutes or so!
Holly: Right. * sighs * Let's get this done.
* Holly whips up a strong wind that blows the tiny pixies towards the open bag, but a stronger gust of wind blows them off course, and into Lark's face. The two-inch terrors start to bite and sting Lark*
Lark: Ouch! Damn! *Starts to slap at pixies* Die you buggers! Die!
Holly: Lark! Are you alright?!
Lark: Ow! Dammit! Let's get outta here! * Meanwhile, the hand she was slapping the pixies with is swelling at an abnormal rate and turning a sickly greenish color *
Holly snaps out of her reminiscing because Salvatore is now tangled in Kurama's hair (He flew to safety), Kyuro is trying to climb up the aforementioned kitsune's pants to eat the fluff ball, and the authoress promised a short chapter today.
Kurama was busy trying to pry Salvatore's deathgrip on his hair and shake Kyuro off his leg at the same time when Yuske and Jin came down to see what the noise was all about. "Hey. What's going on he- ACK!!" Lark barreled past, knocking him down the staircase. Lyra slid down the banister like a skateboarder soon after, using Yuske's crumpled body as a landing pad. "Sorry Yuske! Catch 'ya later! Bye!" Lyra bowed her head for a second to the trampled teen before continuing the high-speed chase after her sister. Kuwabara helped poor Yuske back to his feet and propped him up on the couch. "Oy. That looks nasty. Does this happen often?" Jin asked the three stunned students in the kitchen. Holly snapped out of it answered first. "All the flippin' time."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the siblings had circled the house another two or three times, Hiei decided it had to stop. Not only was it annoying, but it was almost midnight and he didn't want to listen to them slamming doors all night long. Yuske had recovered enough and the two of them schemed up a plan in the short space of time before the two sisters passed the living room again (Kurama had it clocked to exactly ten minutes and forty-seven seconds for them to go completely around the house.). Soon enough, Lark sped down the stairs and into the living room. Hiei grabbed Bones and tossed the living dog skeleton into her path, tripping her. Lyra screeched to a halt inches before slamming into the cranky demon, and hastily tried to apologize to the crew for keeping them up so late. "Uh.um. Boy, you guys look pissed." Yuske waved her off. "Yeah, being treated like a mattress can get really old, really fast. Why don't you make us breakfast tommorrow-". But Kurama cut him off. "And dinner. It's the least you two could do after keeping us up 'til Midnight." Lyra nodded. "Will do. Lark, where are you going?" Lyra grabbed her sister by the ear and dragged her back. "You're going to help too, aren't you? Well?" Lark struggled and kicked, but soon gave up. "Yeah, I will. Now let go of me!" The two hurried upstairs amid the glares of their peers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was almost two in the morning as a young boy crouched by the front door. He stroked the metal knob, always listening for a certain sound from the lock. The telltale click from the lock's tumbler pronounced his challenge complete and he cautiously opened the door. He walked through the dark living room and into the kitchen, only to run into a short-statured figure. All the intruder saw was a flash of red eyes before a blade was pressed against his throat. "What are you doing here?" Hiei asked in a clipped tone. The thief backed himself into a wall and tried to explain. "Uh. I'm here to inspect the reliability of the alarm system. Yeah! That's it! I'm the alarm-checking-guy!" Apparently gaining quite a bit of courage, the so- called "Alarm-checking-guy" lowered Hiei's blade from his jugular vein. "So, what are you doing here? Heh-heh." Hiei quickly shoved a half eaten slice of pumpkin pie out of view. "I live here, dope. Now get out before I skin you alive. Rogerik." The Fire demon smugly noticed that the student's pace and heartbeat quickened (Don't you just love Hiei's Jagan eye of his?). Rogerik paled even more and scrambled for the door, trying to get away from the blood-loving maniac that inhabited the dorm. "If you ever come back, don't be surprised to see this blade shoved down your throat." Hiei threatened, and slammed the door shut before going back to his pie.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wow. That took longer than I thought. I hope you enjoyed this, because I have two more chapters of total stupidity before I straighten back up and dive back into their school-lives and eventually, the mid-term exams. ^_^
Speaking of school, I can't wait to go! I'm going to Essex Agricultural Highschool in late August. In case you don't know what school it is (If you're not a New Englander), it is a vocational school that deals with plants and animals as opposed to mechanics and technology. So while the rest of you school-age readers slave away trying to figure out trigonometry and physics, I'll be busy taking grooming and horse/reptile/bird care classes or working in the school garden. (So, nyah nyah) The best news I've heard so far this year; however, is that Harvest Moon and a brand new Final Fantasy Tactics are coming to gameboy advance this year, along with the special edition Torchic-engraved Gameboy Advance SP. (So what if Torchic's on it? Orange is a way better color than purple or silver in my opinion. I like fall colors and Torchic isn't as bad as Pikachu or Pichu.) But I'm still saving up to buy Fatal Frame for the PS2, so I'll have to pass the special edition Torchic Gameboy SP up. Not too bad of a trade, actually. I can get in a few more years on my GBA as long as my stepsister doesn't drop it off the porch like she did with my GBC.
Gotta go. My mom wants her Lynard Skynard CD back, and I can't write without music. This concludes the "KKC's Random Rambling session #6". I'll update soon.
Quote of the week: "Special means retarded! Special means retarded!"
-Fangirlitis I'm going to try to add a little more humor in my action/adventure/humor fic in the next few chapters. If I didn't, my stepbrothers (the pests they are) would whine and complain and eventually lock me up in the basement with only a TV, VCR, and old Pokemon videos for company if I didn't. So for my own sake, I'm trying to be a little funnier today. This is probably going to be a short chapter, which means you guys are gonna get to read another one this week. Now let's get crackin' here, shall we?
Ooh! Guess what? I made it onto someone's favorite authors list! Yay! Now if only I could get some more reviews. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge.)
Lark pounded on her sister's door. When she heard no answer, she turned the handle and shoved it open. Immediately, loud jazz music screamed through the halls, and the two girls hurried in before Rachel could lecture them about playing music at such a high volume. Holly tripped up the stairs and accidentally bumped into Lark, who fell to the Burgundy rug with a loud thud. "Ow.klutz." The mischievous teen had managed to hurl her violin case and laptop on her sister's queen-size bed before impact, and gingerly stood up. She gave a hand to Holly, who clambered up with little difficulty. Kyuro hopped from his perch on her shoulders and immediately ran over to Salvatore's perch to pester the little bird.
Lyra sat on her bed, slumped over while sleeping. Lark motioned Holly to stay where she was and crept up quietly behind the unconscious girl. Preparing a small ball of water in one hand, she moved in closer and closer until she had a good shot. Lark lobbed the sphere, which burst over Lyra's head, and ran back down the stairs before her enraged sister could catch up. She ducked and weaved past the guys in the kitchen, slammed the door shut behind her, ran around to the back and started to climb the morning- glory trellis, Lyra in hot pursuit.
Back in the kitchen. "Um. the hell are they up to?" Hiei said, breaking the silence between the three boys. "I dunno." Kuwabara sat in the living room, Bones' head on his lap, writing (A/N: Ohmigod? Writing? The apocalypse is upon us!) a love letter to Yukina (A/N: Uh.never mind.false alarm). Holly walked into the slightly crowded kitchen, Salvatore perched on her shoulder and a squirming Kyuro in her arms. "Don't worry. They do this all the time. Last year, Lark hid some forest pixies in Lyra's bag. They turned out to be poisonous; though, and Lark got bitten. It was kinda funny actually." Holly stared straight ahead, remembering the deadly prank with fondness.
Last August: The three girls are trekking through the woods because Lark wanted to find a good subject for a photography contest.
Lark: Man. why did we even bother to go hiking up here?
Lyra: I thought you wanted to get some pictures of the river nymphs to enter in that photography contest.
Holly: Like you guys couldn't have asked a few to show up and pose.
Lark: But it wouldn't have been fair to the other contestants if we did that!
Holly: Since when did you care about the other contestants?
Lark: Ever since I.since I. damn you.
Holly: Exactly! You dragged us up here to annoy us, didn't you?
Lark: Uh.
Lyra: Well?
Lark: Um. no?
Lyra and Holly: * stop on the trail and glare at her*
Lark: I didn't do it just to bug you! I swear! You have my word!
Holly: * To Lyra* Should we trust her?
Lyra: * nods* Sure. Lark may be an obnoxious bitch and a troublemaker, but she's no liar.
Holly: We'll help you win this contest. But what exactly are we out in the forest for?
Lark: Ever hear of the deerfolk?
Holly: The whose-folk?
Lyra: Deerfolk. They're like centaurs, only with a deer's lower body instead of a horse's.
Holly: * still doesn't understand * Oh. right. Well, how hard could it be to find one?
Lark: Not very. But I'm looking for a special one.
Holly: Uh-huh. Special as in, like, retarded or mutated? *Imagines a crude deerfolk with a blank look on it's face and drooling while wearing a helmet and riding in one of those small buses * Heh-heh.
Lyra: Holly. Stop hanging around with those boys, they're idiots.
Holly: So?
Lyra: They're rubbing off on you.
Holly: Hey! That's not very nice!
Lark: A-hem.
Lyra and Holly: *arguing *
Lark: A-hem!
Lyra and Holly: *Still arguing *
Lark: Pay attention to me, goddamit!
Lyra: It's all about you, isn't it?
Lark: Whatever. This Deerfolk is revered as "The Lady of the Forest."
Holly: So what makes you think we're gonna see her?
Lark: I came prepared! * Lark takes off her bag and props it up on a boulder and proceeds to take out high-tech gear and photography equipment *
Lyra and Holly: * Sweatdrop at the sheer amount of stuff Lark could fit into one bag *
Lyra: Are you sure all that's necessary? You take awesome pictures with that camera Dad sent you.
Lark: Well, its time to get professional! Come on, soldiers! Let's move, move, move!
Holly: Ecstatic, isn't she?
Lyra: Yep.
* Hours later*
Lark: I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I wanna go home!
Holly: 'Ya don't say.
Lark: Ooh! I know! Let's play a prank on someone!
Holly: *gestures out at a meadow that stretches for miles* On who?
Lark: On Lyra!
Holly: How'd I know *that* was coming?
Lark: I saw some pixies a little ways back. We can hide them in her bag!
Holly: Oh, rapture.
* Lyra has gone to go get directions so they can get the hell outta there* Lyra: So, you'll really help us?
Weird elf: Oh, sure.
Lyra: Great! Let's go! * Turns around and goes to head back all happy and junk* * meanwhile the elf and a few of his friends sneak up in the trees behind her. They all have really weird looks on their faces*
Weird elf: So. what're you going to give us- I mean, me! In return for bringing you back?
Lyra: You know.I'm not that stupid! *creates a small tidal wave that wipes the elves out of the trees, than looks over her victory with pride. *
Lyra: Not helpless prey, am I? I'm sure the centaur's herd leader will be glad to take care of you guys! * walks back to meadow *
* Lark and Holly are currently hiding in the bushes near a cluster of tiny, bluish pixies.*
Lark: So you direct them in the bag and that's it. No strings attached!
Holly: You make everything sound so easy.
Lark: But this prank is easy! It'll be done in twenty minutes or so!
Holly: Right. * sighs * Let's get this done.
* Holly whips up a strong wind that blows the tiny pixies towards the open bag, but a stronger gust of wind blows them off course, and into Lark's face. The two-inch terrors start to bite and sting Lark*
Lark: Ouch! Damn! *Starts to slap at pixies* Die you buggers! Die!
Holly: Lark! Are you alright?!
Lark: Ow! Dammit! Let's get outta here! * Meanwhile, the hand she was slapping the pixies with is swelling at an abnormal rate and turning a sickly greenish color *
Holly snaps out of her reminiscing because Salvatore is now tangled in Kurama's hair (He flew to safety), Kyuro is trying to climb up the aforementioned kitsune's pants to eat the fluff ball, and the authoress promised a short chapter today.
Kurama was busy trying to pry Salvatore's deathgrip on his hair and shake Kyuro off his leg at the same time when Yuske and Jin came down to see what the noise was all about. "Hey. What's going on he- ACK!!" Lark barreled past, knocking him down the staircase. Lyra slid down the banister like a skateboarder soon after, using Yuske's crumpled body as a landing pad. "Sorry Yuske! Catch 'ya later! Bye!" Lyra bowed her head for a second to the trampled teen before continuing the high-speed chase after her sister. Kuwabara helped poor Yuske back to his feet and propped him up on the couch. "Oy. That looks nasty. Does this happen often?" Jin asked the three stunned students in the kitchen. Holly snapped out of it answered first. "All the flippin' time."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the siblings had circled the house another two or three times, Hiei decided it had to stop. Not only was it annoying, but it was almost midnight and he didn't want to listen to them slamming doors all night long. Yuske had recovered enough and the two of them schemed up a plan in the short space of time before the two sisters passed the living room again (Kurama had it clocked to exactly ten minutes and forty-seven seconds for them to go completely around the house.). Soon enough, Lark sped down the stairs and into the living room. Hiei grabbed Bones and tossed the living dog skeleton into her path, tripping her. Lyra screeched to a halt inches before slamming into the cranky demon, and hastily tried to apologize to the crew for keeping them up so late. "Uh.um. Boy, you guys look pissed." Yuske waved her off. "Yeah, being treated like a mattress can get really old, really fast. Why don't you make us breakfast tommorrow-". But Kurama cut him off. "And dinner. It's the least you two could do after keeping us up 'til Midnight." Lyra nodded. "Will do. Lark, where are you going?" Lyra grabbed her sister by the ear and dragged her back. "You're going to help too, aren't you? Well?" Lark struggled and kicked, but soon gave up. "Yeah, I will. Now let go of me!" The two hurried upstairs amid the glares of their peers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was almost two in the morning as a young boy crouched by the front door. He stroked the metal knob, always listening for a certain sound from the lock. The telltale click from the lock's tumbler pronounced his challenge complete and he cautiously opened the door. He walked through the dark living room and into the kitchen, only to run into a short-statured figure. All the intruder saw was a flash of red eyes before a blade was pressed against his throat. "What are you doing here?" Hiei asked in a clipped tone. The thief backed himself into a wall and tried to explain. "Uh. I'm here to inspect the reliability of the alarm system. Yeah! That's it! I'm the alarm-checking-guy!" Apparently gaining quite a bit of courage, the so- called "Alarm-checking-guy" lowered Hiei's blade from his jugular vein. "So, what are you doing here? Heh-heh." Hiei quickly shoved a half eaten slice of pumpkin pie out of view. "I live here, dope. Now get out before I skin you alive. Rogerik." The Fire demon smugly noticed that the student's pace and heartbeat quickened (Don't you just love Hiei's Jagan eye of his?). Rogerik paled even more and scrambled for the door, trying to get away from the blood-loving maniac that inhabited the dorm. "If you ever come back, don't be surprised to see this blade shoved down your throat." Hiei threatened, and slammed the door shut before going back to his pie.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wow. That took longer than I thought. I hope you enjoyed this, because I have two more chapters of total stupidity before I straighten back up and dive back into their school-lives and eventually, the mid-term exams. ^_^
Speaking of school, I can't wait to go! I'm going to Essex Agricultural Highschool in late August. In case you don't know what school it is (If you're not a New Englander), it is a vocational school that deals with plants and animals as opposed to mechanics and technology. So while the rest of you school-age readers slave away trying to figure out trigonometry and physics, I'll be busy taking grooming and horse/reptile/bird care classes or working in the school garden. (So, nyah nyah) The best news I've heard so far this year; however, is that Harvest Moon and a brand new Final Fantasy Tactics are coming to gameboy advance this year, along with the special edition Torchic-engraved Gameboy Advance SP. (So what if Torchic's on it? Orange is a way better color than purple or silver in my opinion. I like fall colors and Torchic isn't as bad as Pikachu or Pichu.) But I'm still saving up to buy Fatal Frame for the PS2, so I'll have to pass the special edition Torchic Gameboy SP up. Not too bad of a trade, actually. I can get in a few more years on my GBA as long as my stepsister doesn't drop it off the porch like she did with my GBC.
Gotta go. My mom wants her Lynard Skynard CD back, and I can't write without music. This concludes the "KKC's Random Rambling session #6". I'll update soon.