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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 12:01 am
Gaston's mansion sits a long way from the Sex Bullet's own home and, as it would be apparent from a simple glance, their own building towers above his. This has been a cause for a silent feud from Gaston, envious that he hadn't went bigger with his home, but most of his funds had gone to the city and still went there now. He had to settle for his meager 13 rooms, 3 bathrooms, an electric-fenced in yard for his pets, several servants, and whatever else he bought on whim.. How dreadful. Still, he manages to get by.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 9:25 pm
- -Wide blue eyes peered anxiously out from a lightly powdered face, his cheeks a tinted pink from the blush applied against the white powder. It was itchy. He didn't like being a girl. Girls are itchy. But his grandmas told him what to do, and he dare not go against what they said or he might get taken away by the lady monster. Even if what they asked was.. weird. With a nervous glance to any near by trees, he picked up his bag, and the shoe box with his cricket. Ouch. His bottom hurt. Reaching behind him with his stuff jammed underneath his arm, he yanked at the underwear that had started to give him a wedgie. He also hated girly under garments, he was going to miss his shorts. Plus, it was giving him a rash! Grunting, he repositioned his stuff in his arms and started down the path to the very big home. Why, it was super, super big. There must be a hundred rooms in there! Which one was to be his? Oh was he to get his own room? That would be great! A place to fit all his stuff, finally. Grinning, he made the walk up the path to the large wooden doors.
His stuff pressed to his chest, he reached a hand upwards and pressed the noise making button. A squeal of delight as the invisible bells rang throughout the house. He liked the chiming noise, it was so loud and big; and loud! He pressed the button again, and again; then another time. He started to lose track eventually of how many times he pushed it, his grammy never let him click the button before!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:54 pm
 From within the recesses of the house, the mayor was busy doing mayor-y things. Such as sign papers and.. other mayor-like.. stuff.. Well, he was working. Or he believed he was. All he was doing really was studying how simply magnificent his signature looked over the blow up picture of himself. Ah, he could sell this at stores! In fact, he should! Sonata should have it's very own gift shop, with singing men in suits! Suits of him! With his glorious face drawn in a cutesy, cartoon fashion! It would be perfect! Indeed! He should pat himself on the back for this gl- Who was ruining his moment with that infernal ringing?! He heard the gentle tune of his doorbell rang throughout the house, alerting his servants and, more importantly, himself. He stood up from his bed and dropped everything that was in hand, the quill pen, the blown up photograph, and his ink, letting it splatter on the ground. The servants would get it later, they always did. He just wanted to know why no one was answering the door! He called in a pair of nearby servants to help dress himself while, downstairs, a maid went to the door.
The woman had bright, green eyes and deep set crow's feet outlining her almond eyes, depicting both her age and personality in one glance. Or it would have had the child she answered the door for not been so.. tiny. What a cute little girl! The brunette smiled warmly and held the door open, motioning for the girl to come inside, “Hello, sweetie, are you here to see the lord?” She said gently as she knelt to get at eye level with the blue-eyed angel. Now, she wouldn't had called him that – Gaston was anything but an overgrown spoiled child – but, everyone in his employ were told to call him that. It got them a tip if they were caught doing it when he wasn't present, so she made sure to say that everywhere she went. Though.. he may be a bit miffed that she had let the child inside, but it was either that or let the kid have access to the doorbell.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:09 pm
- - -The doors parted, his hands wrinkled on the bag he grasped so nervously. Any moment, the seconds ticked by like study time back in his old home. He'd get to finally see his daddy. His very own daddy to call his own. A daddy who'd read to him, tuck him in, play games with him, a daddy who would – who was this? He stared long and silent at the woman who knelt before him, his eyes blinking in confusion as his little brain went to work. What was a lord? And who was this? This isn't a daddy, daddy's look different. She looks like.. she looks like - "Mommy!!"
Angelina screamed at the top of his lungs as he dropped everything, but not his lucky cricket of course, and her being at the perfect height of reach, draped his arms around her in the tightest hug he ever gave. It was so tight that he couldn't breath! Oh he had a mommy! A mommy was nicer than a daddy! His grammy was wrong, he got a mommy!!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:52 am
 “Oh!” The servant lifted eyebrows a tad too thin as the girl wrapped her arms around her and let out a squeal that sounded suspiciously like.. “Mommy?” She repeated slowly as the word became clear that.. oh, dear. Was this child lost? The brunette frowned in worry as she looked down the halls – no Gaston. Not yet. Oh, my, oh, dear, oh – what was she going to do? The mayor would be furious to see a random child roaming the halls all because she had let said child in! She was going to be fire and they all knew what would happen if one was fired from Gaston! ..Well, really, it was like being fired from any boss, but.. It was the idea of it! She had such a nice room in the servant's quarters and the man wasn't a complete a*****e to them all, so.. of course she didn't want to leave! Plus, this island was so beautiful and what would her mother say..? All these worries and more came into the maid's mind, but she simply continued to kneel there, her arms around the girl, in thought.
..It was more than long enough for Gaston to come down the stairs, fully dressed and looked rather displeased about being disturbed. His copper eyes locked onto the child at his front step and then to maid who was – He gasped loud enough for the halls to echo with his dismay. “MELANIE! You're.. You're biting your nails!” He shouted in accusation and stormed down to the pair, grabbing her wrist from her mouth to examine the – oh, god! The perfection was lost. He dropped her hand and she stared at him with wide-eyes. Oh. She was doomed. The man was furious with her. “Shoo!” He commanded with a wave of his hand and an upturned nose, “I will deal with you later! How dare – ugh. Servants these days!” He muttered out as the woman scurried off, praying that she wouldn't lose her career over this. Now, Gaston looked down at the girl and raised an eyebrow. “..Who are you?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:11 am
- - -The woman smelled sweet like his grannys after cooking in the kitchen, her hair was soft, and she was even pretty! He had a pretty, sweet smelling mommy! Oh they'll do so many things together! Now that he was a girl, his new mommy could teach him to cook and – well cleaning wasn't as fun, but it was still time with his new – A terribly loud and deep voice crashed his thoughts and his eyes popped open in surprise. A man who towered over the knelt Angelina had seized his new mommy and told her away. He must have sent her to her room! Why that, that – Angelina stood straight and compliantly. He was ever so tall, he was a giant! No one fights a giant. And anyways, he'll see his new mommy after she comes out of time out.
"Angelina."
He wrinkled his little blue gown with a nervous grip as the man's stare was oh so frightening. What a scary man, what an awfully scary man! Oh no, he touched a lady before he married her! What if this was the horrid beast coming to take him away! Oh how he wished he could see his back. In his grasp, he gingerly held the shoe box with his cricket. That should keep it at bay, crickets are too good of luck to let anything bad happen!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:12 am
 'Angelina'.. That name.. Gaston raised a hand to rest under his chin as he thought – that name did ring a bell.. Well, a figurative one was what he meant, but the child – Angelina – had rung his doorbell enough times for it to be literal as well. But.. wherever did that name come from? Why was it so very familiar? He knew it was a beautiful name, something he himself would name a child should he ever have one, but there was something more to it. Something else he could just barely grasp, just beyond the corners of his mind.. He knew there was something – 'Angel'.. Angel.. What was it? He looked at the little girl and eyed those sparkling, deep blue eyes, the slight turn up in her nose, the natural smile on her lips.. Cheeks just pudgy enough to be pinch-able, eyelashes long enough to last the years.. Just the sort of child he wou-
“..Angelina?” He repeated aloud in wonder as it finally hit him just what was so odd about that name. He had named a child that, he did hear it several times before, for this kid was.. was the little angel he adopted! “I'm your daddy!” He announced to the child with such vigor – how lucky this girl was! To have Gaston as her father! He chuckled to himself and set a hand on her head, feeling the golden locks with a light frown. Well, those would be feather soft after he had the female hairdresser give her a makeover. Though, it seemed the women he had adopted little Angelina from had done their own work on the girl. “Oh, Angelina, you must be so very happy to see that your father is Gaston and not some sorry excuse for a maid! I'm sorry you had to handle the woman – really, some people need to learn beauty is for the eyes, not for the hands!” He chuckled again and patted her on the back, motioning for her to move forward with his long strides, “Come, my dear, I have to show you the house!”
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 3:11 am
- - - The man pondered, he seemed both surprised and confused. That only confused Angelina. Who was this man? And why did he put his new mommy in time out? He didn't see her do anything. Maybe she took something before he came? Was this man mad at her? Oh maybe he was her daddy! But, he didn't look like a grandpa. He looked more like - “Daddy?” Angelina echoed in his little surprised voice. All boys at his age had a girlish voice, but his more then the others. He actually got teased for it before, but his grammys told him it was the best voice they ever heard. This man was his daddy? Were daddys scary? “Gustaun`?” The name was funny to pronounce, but he tried his best. By this point, Angelina was merely parroting words his new – daddy – was saying. “Maid?” He meant his mommy, right? Why'd he call her a maid? His new – daddy – sure talked a lot of weird stuff. Before he knew it, his feet were moving on their own as he was guided along from a firm hand, but his widened blue eyes were still upturned to his – daddy. That was to be his new daddy? He wasn't that bad, well, he was big and kinda scary, but he was a daddy. “O..kay.” Was Angelina's only response. He liked the idea of the other lady being his mommy more.(( Time skip~? :'3 ))
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:06 pm
Oh! What a lovely home! Such a charming atmosphere! Yes, the little pink firefly was taking much more longer than she should have been, visiting the house. It was so pretty! Especially that 40 foot long status that strangly reminded her of a cow's udder... Whatever that was. She flew around a little bit, penatrating inside of Gaston's room. There, the left a medium size box. Inside it was a wig and a letter written in small cursives.
Oh, Gaston~ You are beautiful, you know that? Eveythign about you is beautiful! Your clothes, your house, your art even your bed sheets are beautiful! The only thing that is not, is your hair. Seriously, you're in need of a haircut... But fear not! This is why I brought you a wig! Aren't you the lucky boy~ Take care! Oh, come see me one in a while, kay? Or send one of your servants, they'll do the trick.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 4:36 pm
Daffodil ❤ ❤ ❤For this child, Daffodil had a very special toy! A giant present, with a rainbow colored bow. In that box was another box, five boxes in total! Under the last box was a ball, a bright pink ball with a rainbow stripe going down it. She figured that the more boxes she put, the more excited someone gets trying to open them, and thus the better it is when they get something!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:22 am
Frederick K. Murrow ❤ ❤ ❤ [LATE NIGHT!]
Frederick K. Murrow managed to sneak his way into the Sonata Mansion, it was actually quite easy once you're in the dungeon here a few times, and get used to escaping out. That and Zach was sure to show him all of the nice little ways someone can easily break in; he did steal a lot from Gaston back when he was alive and all, the trick was getting past the electric fence really. So Frederick managed to get himself inside of the mansion, wearing something to hide his identity! Sunglasses, wig, and everything! Only he had full gloves, to keep his finger prints from getting on everything. He just put a request on craigslist under his fake name (which was Fake A. Name) and Paprika answered him. The same person growing a ton of pot in the bunker. She not only costumed him up, but also gave him a bag of something to use. Seeing as the girl worked (or lived, he's never asked if the pot was for the clinic or not) at the clinic, she gave him some drugs to use!
Because ******** that elephant who destroyed his beautiful sand castle! So, he had a big bag of powder, which he was going to feed to it. Frederick made his way, quietly, to the elephant's food bowl (after finding it that is) and poured the white powder onto the food. Once the deed was done, he headed to the main room once more, and took out a spray can, spraying what Paprika told him to; "Alexi Zus Parker was not here, even though I look exactly like him, and wrote his name down to avoid suspicion, but don't worry, I wrote it so people don't assume it's me, not because I'm trying to make it obvious that it's me, Alexi Zus Parker." Whoever that guy was would be safe from any crime from having that spray pained on the walls! Once he finished, he simply made his way out of the home through a window, and made sure to close the window on his way out.
One problem though. Frederick thought he put some laxative on the elephant's food, to make him dookie all over the mansion. But Paprika decided to mess on both the elephant, and on Freddy, and instead gave him a mix of laxative, cocaine, and ecstasy to put into the elephant's food. She didn't know how much was needed to ******** up an elephant, so she just give him a lot of all of them.
/Exit Freddy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:00 am
~Summing This Up~  As a result of the rampaging elephant, frightened to near death over god knows what, and creating quite a mess (in more than one sense), Gaston had been woken up and informed of the death of three men and women he didn't know the name or age or.. really, anything of them. All he knew was that they were dead and staining his beautiful floors! ..Yes, Gaston had yet to actually see the ruined halls and he was incredibly insensitive to the deaths. But, who could blame him? They were servants, not people! Not like his beloved, traumatized Florence who he quickly sold off out of love, and mild fear that the animal would attack his wonderful mansion again. Luckily, his golden child, Angelina, had been hiding out in the playroom the entire time, probably playing with his toy ball in the solitude amidst the screams of the servants trying to wrestle the animal back into it's room the entire time. All damages were rectified quickly enough as the servants were either too desensitized or knew Gaston too well to dare to ask for time off due to the 'trauma' of the deaths of their companions. The cops, Rachel and Romane, had been called in to investigate the next day and, though the evidence was.. alarmingly direct, to the point where even Rachel was questioning it along with Romane, Gaston finalized the investigation with a temper tantrum, since the women were taking far too long for his tastes.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:19 am
 Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar. Hey you! Let us through! It's a bright new star! Oh Come! Be the first on your block to meet his eye! Make way! Here he comes! Ring bells! Bang the drums! Are you gonna love this guy! It's Prince Schtoleheim Reinbach The Third! Sitting on top of his white steed Napoleon, who, himself, was sitting on top of four servants carrying him everywhere was quickly making it's way to the front gate of the wonderful delectable yet, a bit small, palace that his dearest brother had built in the honour of his arrival! Of course, someone of importance like Reinbach couldn't possible live in a second hand mansion! No, of course not. Gaston, in all his mighty wisdom and hosting skills would have made that mansion built for his brother in only three day times! Two if his servants were any good! Ah! Today was a wonderful way to be rich and beautiful! Arriving in front of the gate, Reinbach took his whip ornamented of diamands to whip his door-bell-servants. The man thing had to get a better response time! It had take him almost a whole second to run to the middle of the court, take his trompet out and annoncent the arrival of the one and only, Schloteheim Reinbach, brother of the magnitificitim (that word doesn't exist) Gaston!
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:02 pm
 Ah, lounging in his sitting room in the nude certainly was the best way to spend his day~ He often did this, if only to show the male servants what they were to strive for! But, unfortunately, they always seemed so busy with other servant things when he chose to do this.. So busy, in fact, that he had to call them in and demand they sit across from him as he lounged as a part of their schedule if he even wanted to be spotted! Oh, but who could blame them? He was sure they wanted to work extra hard considering who they were working for! He laughed merrily at his own thoughts, causing the poor men sitting stiffly across from him to twitch. They were only granted freedom when a doorbell, one singing the song of a thousand sirens – aka, Angelina singing some Swedish folk song – chimed the entrance of someone important! Don't ask how it worked, since Gaston hadn't the foggiest clue, but he knew it was programmed to only chime like that when either his soon-to-be wife or family came..!
He was standing up and leaving the servants, who were shedding tears of misery at their master's departure, in a moment. He pulled on his glorious robe made of only the skins of half a dozen rare and endangered animals and walked down the stairs with his fluffy, white and black rabbit slippers he had gotten from some peasant out in the fields. It was a bit early to be dressed like that, but, well, this was Gaston! He was allowed to do whatever he wanted at whatever time of day..! At least until he had his scientists figuring out how he could control time.. The man had reached the downstairs and went to the large doors that opened to his mansion, nodding to a pair of servants, including Jade who had been upgraded from 'maid' to 'doorwoman'! At least until she tripped later that day and Gaston degraded her.. again. Oh, the woes of working as a peasant. The doors were opened, bugles sounding from some automated device hooked to the door, as Gaston strode forward to stand a few dozen feet from his doorway, chest out and chin up while he waited for whomever to come in to.. well, come in!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:34 pm
 At the sigh of his brother, his dearest brother, Reinbach's (who's last name shall always be used because his first name is just too damn weird) heart skipped a beat. Ah! Such beauty! Such elegance! Such pride! Such wealth! Ah, of course, only a member of his family could look like that. He had to greet him right way! He threw himself (gracefully) off his white steed and landed (not so gracefully) on top of cushion-servant. Running toward his brother in the girliest manliest fashion possible, the man grabbed Gaston between his arms and pulled him into a hug, followed by a kiss on both cheek. He then gestured to feet-kissing-servant and a**-kissing servant to... well, I'm sure you know what they were gestured to do. "Dearest brother! It is you! Ah! Such delight to finally be able to set sigh on you after all those years! Separated by the evil South and East Wing of our mansion, reunited by Love! Your love oh, wonderful dearest brother! United in marriage to a goddess, surely! Ah, the babies you two will make! I can barely wait! It makes me weep, just from the though of it!" And he was not exaggerating. Reinbach's eyes were watering and tears were flowing down his cheak. He hold back a sob... not because he didn't want to cry, but because he was busy glaring at tissue-servant who wasn't wiping his face! Oh, tissue-servant, you shouldn't have done that! Now you'll be downgraded to toiletpapper-servant.
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