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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:54 am
This little two-bedroom house is the perfect size for Natalia and Rory, though with the dogs, it can get pretty crowded at times. Although it's a nice little house, the two of them can't actually stand it very much -- the only reason they picked it is because it's orange. Aside from the outside paint color, it's completely normal and unremarkable in every way.
Rory's room is cluttered and filled with books and knick-knacks. Natalia's room is still pretty sparse. She shares a bunk bed with the dogs; she sleeps on the top, and they sleep on the bottom.
Even though two teenagers and three Great Danes live here, it's surprisingly clean, as Natalia is in charge of the chores.
Residents
Natalia Piper (legal owner, because she's older)
Rory Cameron
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 6:20 am
Regardless, he had finally reached the house to find one of the most hideous sights he had yet to see. Orange? It looked ridiculous! Who would possibly find orange a good color to paint their home? Someone trying too hard to be noticed. Great. He was going to meet a secretly insecure, but loud idiot. He drawled a sigh that seemed to make up most of what he usually did and then went to knock on the door, waiting for what would probably be the worst meeting yet.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 11:58 am
First there was a brief moment of silence as the sound of knocking on the wooden door echoed through the small, sparsely decorated house. Then came the barking. Oh, the barking. Three sets of loud, deep voices, beginning in Nat's room in the back of the house and rushing to the front door. Then, footsteps -- they were a little delayed, as they had to maneuver down a short ladder to catch up with the barking. Then, a voice.
"No! No! Back! Back! Zipper, sit. Siiiit. Okay, you're not going to sit? Aww, you're so cute~--No! No, Natalia, don't let yourself get sucked in... Back! Back! Go back there! Please? Ehh, screw it."
The door opened, Natalia gripping it tightly and used it to balance, as she quickly raised her leg to block her dogs from making a run for it. She looked at Mao blankly. Oh yeah, the White Day thing. Really, she was just there so she could see who got Rory. But she had to admit, she was a little curious, the person she won for only five bucks. The person no one else wanted! A wide grin settled on Nat's face as she looked upon Mao, the man no one wanted to bid on. His description had been kind of unpleasant.
"Hi! I'm Natalia, and these are Zipper, Yossarian, and Piero," she introduced the three dogs who were straining against her leg, trying to get at the strange man. She cringed as her foot began to move against the door jamb. "Wanna come in? I think I'm starting to get a cramp in my leg..." She didn't wait for an answer before lowering her leg and chasing the dogs back inside, leaving the door open for Mao to deal with.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 12:14 am
“..Hello.” He started to say with intentions to make a snide remark or two, but the girl had already backed into the house, pushing the mutts a bit too gently for his tastes. He would have just kicked them for that behavior. That was why he was a cat person, really. Dogs were such.. ugh. He couldn't even think of words for reasons why dogs were just the worst companions one could possibly have. He stole another look at the large animals – God, why would anyone have three of those monsters?! “If I said I was allergic, would you lock them in a closet?” He asked irritatedly with a hard stare at one of them, refusing to go any farther in the house than the first step he took with the animals inside. Maybe if she stowed them with the cleaning supplies, one of them would drink some bleach and poison themselves – the dogs were dumb enough to do it.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:46 pm
Natalia stopped waving her arms and making soft roaring sounds when she realized that Mao wasn't following right behind her. (Yes, that was how she got the dogs to go away, and she was quite adamant that it was the only effective way to get a dog to do anything. Probably why the dogs were so ill-behaved.) What was with him? Why was he still standing there? His legs worked, didn't they? Or had someone carried him all the way there and propped him up so he could knock on the door? If so, it was incredibly rude of them to just leave him there.
Nat's smile had disappeared as she turned around and walked back towards the door, the dogs, of course, following close behind. "Well, that depends!" she answered his question, crossing her arms. "Are you?" She wasn't a complete jerk. If he really didn't want the dogs around, she'd put them away. But if he were faking... "Because you look fine to me. Shouldn't you be, like, sneezing more?" Natalia had no idea what it was like to be allergic to animals, since her only experience with allergies involved eating things, and she doubted Mao could fit even Zipper, the smallest of the three, into his mouth.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 1:21 am
“I don't see how you would know.” He replied flatly – she obviously wasn't allergic if she was choosing to live with such mutts. “Did you go through medical school? I don't think so or you would be working for me.” He drawled dryly – that, and she was a bit too young to have gone through it. Not everyone could be a boring genius like that one vegetable farmer a long while back! “..I'm a doctor, Natalia, if I say I'm allergic, I don't think you should be suspicious of it.” He added after a second, just in case she was dumb enough not to get the implication of the previous statement.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:18 pm
Natalia's mouth was pulled into an even larger frown as the man talked. He sure did sound condescending! "But the thing is, you didn't say--" she began to retort, but then she cut herself off. Wait, did he just say he was... a doctor...? A doctor? A real doctor? She could feel the blood drain from her face. She hated doctors! Doctors meant disease and disease meant shots! The last time she had to get a shot, she bit the hand of the doctor and had to be held down by three nurses! This man was a doctor, which meant that he had to have brought some things with him no matter where he went. She glanced around in search of his doctor-purse, you know, the ones you always saw in the movies. She saw no doctor-purse, but maybe he was hiding it in his clothes...? Oh god, he would give her a shot! She had to stay on his good side, maybe then he'd think about letting her go shot-free. "I see! I am very sorry!" she cried, her voice cracking and squeaking. "I will go put them away right now!" She was too nervous to roar at the dogs, so she wiggled her arms at them and chased them into her bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her. The house was small, so she shuffled back, wrapping her arms around her torso so that in case he tried to give her a shot right then, he wouldn't be able to get her. "Would you like food? Or... money?" Yeah, money was good! Bribery ALWAYS worked!
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 3:36 pm
 Only three more to go and she would be free! FREE!!! Free to fly away! Free to fall away! Free to be crushed by Xiero’s car!... well, wouldn’t that just be painfull…. Alright, maybe she wouldn’t do all that, but the point was, she only had three more places to go, two if she didn’t count the one she was already at! Yes! This time, Iris wouldn’t need to poof inside anyone’s house because she already was in Rory’s! And Nat. But she didn’t care about Natalia. She was just…. Carnation. That was the best way to describe her. She flew toward the boy’s bedroom, sicne she couldn’t trust those big furry monster to not destroy his gift before he woke up, and placed on his nightstand a little ice sculpture of a cello. Next to it, she made an origami figure of an apple using the papper she had used to write her letter with.
”Good morning Rory! Oh, I know, I know, living with Natalia, you would prefer to stay asleep for an hour more… or five… or just plain die… But don’t die! Nuu! Dying isn’t fun! In fact, it’s pretty boring. Do you have any suicidal thoughts like that very often Rory? I hope not! If you do, can I suggest you going to speak to someone about it? Maybe… you should try Eleanor Vatonage! I’m sure you could confide in her! She was raped, you know? And, while she was depressed for a while, she was able to get over it, raise a wonderful little daughter and get married and have another child! She’s so lovely now! So yeah, if you feel depress, go ask her about ways to be happy! She’ll help you! If not… well, you should go meet Kevin McMahon. He’s a lawyer, so I’m sure he could help you write you Will. You should never commit suicide without first making sure that all your papers are in order! But let’s just pretend for now that you’ll choose the option that keeps you alive…. I’ve seen that you’ve been working at the museum for a while now! How is it? I know there isn’t a lot of people going there… You should go see Yuuto Koyama and tell him to bring the children to the museum in order to learn more about the culture of the island! Oh, you could bring them to the Ruins in the middle of the forest after! Who knows what you’ll find there? And if anything else fails… I suppose it’s a good place as any to die… Ah! I think I should stop writing now… I’m starting to sound like Lavender… So.. I’m going… Really… right now… I’m leaving…. Don’t do anything rash… Be happy? Alright, I’m leaving. Byebye!
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:10 am
 ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Carnation - ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ New house! Yes! ...Eh this room was boring and dull. Well, Natalia seemed awesome, couldn't expect everything to be perfect. Of course now she had to be careful one of those dogs didn't wake up. She was tough but... getting chewed by a dog is never a good thing. Finding about the ONLY thing in the room, she dropped a sea breeze scented candle for her follower. Under it was a red envelope with Natalia Piper written on top and a letter inside written in neat handwriting. One of the new kids! Well aside from nice to have you here… You’re another one that has me gleaming with pride~ Sorta, you’ve barely been out this year. So that kinda sucks. The world is more than Rory!! Work on it this year! Oh visit me please, it gets you double points!Haha! She was on roll~ Now to go somewhere else. She was almost done with this round after all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 5:20 am
“Unless you plan on serving one of your dogs on a plate, I don't think I would like any food. As for money..” He arched an eyebrow, “Do I appear poor to you? I'm sure I'm among the richest on Nirvani for your information, Natalia.” ..It probably wasn't far from the truth, actually. If Gaston wasn't taken into account, Mao owned the clinic and was paid by a man who didn't understand the worth of a dollar – simply because he had never really seen one. So, of course, he was pretty well off – better than some teenager living with three money-eating mongrels. “If you really want to appease me, I suppose you can take off your shirt and lay down on your kitchen table.” ..Did Mao honestly just say that? ..Yes, yes he did.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:29 pm
Nearly forgetting about the threat of shots, Natalia shot Mao a skeptical look. Who would really eat a dog? They didn't sound appetizing. Well, she was sure that HER dogs were amazingly delicious, but how would Mao know that? Was he some sort of expert? "You? Rich? she shifted her weight onto one foot and crossed her arms. Rich people were supposed to wear nicer clothes than whatever he was wearing, right? Like the mayor. "Am I supposed to believe that?" Well, doctors were supposed to be wealthy, but there were supposed to be a lot of rich people on an island like this. How could he be one of the richest!
But before Nat could mock him for lying to her, he made an odd request. Immediately, her eyebrows shot up and she stared at him with wide, surprised eyes for a moment. What kind of request was that? After taking a moment for the words to sink in, she glanced down at her chest -- perhaps to check that there was something there for someone to want to see. She was still pretty damn flat-chested, so that could only mean one thing... "What, are you like a pervert of something?" she asked him blankly. A real life pervert! In her house! Ask for her to take off her shirt and lie down on the table! "Because that's weird. And weird people don't get to see, just like that," she frowned and adjusted her crossed arms so that they covered her chest a little more. She wasn't embarrassed, but a little taken aback that he would actually ask something like that of her! Only the most beautiful men were allowed to make such a forward request! ...And Rory. But he didn't count.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 2:25 am
“I wouldn't have said it if you weren't.” ..Didn't he look rich? ..No, he probably didn't. It wasn't like Mao showed off his money like some very obvious people did.. But, the clothes he wore were quite expensive, even if they didn't look it! How many shipping companies actually went out to Nirvani Island, hm? They were hardly on the map and then add in that Mao was very particular about where his clothes came from.. It started to add up, but he didn't really feel like telling her all the numbers involved. So, he just continued, “By some standards, I suppose I am a pervert, but I don't think that matters at all, does it? I never asked for anything sexual, did I?” He rolled his eyes at her – seriously, why would he even want to have sex with her? Unless she worked for it – and really worked for it – he wouldn't lift a finger! Arrogant girl. “I wanted to practice a relaxation technique on you, but I can't do it with you wearing a shirt or standing up.”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:38 am
-Carnation-
She was more than halfway done this year, which was great! To make it even better she beat Iris~ Not that she wanted to beat the fairy or that it was a race... it was merely coincidental. It also shouldn't matter because her job was to visit Natalia~ Carnation still liked the girl, she was... as Iris put it, Carnation, and the fairy loved when her followers fitted that category to a T. She also loved it when Natalia's three dogs were fast asleep in their bed. Luckily they never had a midnight snack urge when she was around, so there hadn't been any mishaps, plus they were supposedly very docile but she wasn't taking her chances. This room was still as bare as it could be... nothing like the girl, so Carnation assumed. Well in the same spot as usual, the little desk, the fairy left behind a letter addressed to Natalia Piper with a small lemon cake next to it. Her rounds were almost done! Just a few more to go! And that's precisely where she poofed off to then.
Dear Natalia~
Well kid, I believe it's been another year of watching you and I gotta say I'm not as pleased as I had been the other years. What happened? You started up and out... for like a second, and every year it was the same but then you huddled back into your house, torturing Rory, taking care of your dogs, or working! Don't get me wrong, those are all good but... do something more! Really this generation is full of couch potatoes! And I do not like couch potatoes! They're lazy and antisocial! That's everything I'm not! What do you guys give me as a reputation? Lazy! No! Get your lazy behind moving! Join a club, go out to eat! Be in every single festival. EVERY ONE OF THEM! But if that kills you, there's an option, go to the Hot Springs and visit me! I cannot stress it enough with you flesh bags!
From your fiery leader...
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:54 am
-Iris-
Up next was Rory's home. Well Natalia's but who really cared about ownership these days. Really. Like Carnation, she had taken a liking to the boy, it wasn't as if to go as describing him as... Iris, but it was something. He wasn't out very much... what could it be that had everyone holed up in their homes? Where they that much fun? Oh she would never get humans really! What they wanted always changed! Different to her sister's silly dislike, Iris really liked her follower's room. It was so... big. And it had so many stuff and books... She just loved visiting the boy! He was as recluse as the others, but at least the suicidal thoughts were over... if they were there in the first place. Now to choose a place... the shelf with a simple frame would do! No wait that was too hidden, the table. Cliche maybe, but it was obvious and the humans couldn't miss it. At the table the ice fairy stopped to leave a letter addressed to Roland Cameron with a an ice sculpture of the man, standing and reading a book. Now the letter was quite artistic itself, as the whole message was written to form an odd shape, or not... these ones were scribbles... it was almost a maze... Of course instead of clean lines, it was words! Whew, there were still a few to do. This night was sure a long one.
Dear Roland~
Good news Rory! You're no longer suicidal! Oh silly I knew that was just a phase! You're too happy to have those thoughts. Really with everything that's going on in your life you better be happy! The only problem is that you're lonely. Unless you count Natalia, but we both know she just takes you as a slave, so... There's the dogs? But you don't like them... Well sir you better spend more time outside and talk to other people! Books are key~ Many people like books here, so get out there, bring people over to the museum. Shoo~ Have fun~ Hey, how do you feel about weddings? Sure you need a woman, or a man, first but I just want one this year. Think you could help a fairy get her wish?
From your icy illusion...
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 11:37 am
★ Keith Wolfe ★
Gonna be Knox fer a day.
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Funny how the good ideas always ended up backfiring on you. This whole auction had sounded like a brilliant idea when he’d heard about it, and what better way to involve yourself in the community than to sell your brother, right? Well, Keith had though it had been a brilliant idea, anyway, Knox on the other hand... well, it was kindest to say that he hadn’t thought very highly of his brother after that bit of news. Who would have thought that Knox would have gotten pissed because someone had decided to sell him off in an auction? Without his permission? Really, Keith thought that his brother was just pissed because he’d been bought for a measly five dollars. That must have put a dent in his ego or something. Whatever it was that had gotten stuck up Knox’ a**, was the main reason why Keith was standing at this particular door instead of his brother. The other Wolfe twin had been totally and completely adamant about not coming, and he’d said something about this being all of Keith’s fault, before promptly locking the door to their room at the inn and not answering any of his knocks.
Since there was no way in hell that Keith was going to ask Connor for another key.. or talk to Riley about getting into the room... Here he was. It wasn’t so bad... Knox might have been the more adventurous of the two, but that didn’t matter. What did he have to do any way? Partake in conversation? Clean the house? Fffff- he hoped not. Whatever the case was, it wasn’t like the person inside this house had ever met either of the Wolfe twins before, so she would totally believe that Keith was Knox. Right? They looked the same anyways so it shouldn’t matter. Where there rules against these things? Keith didn’t remember reading any... So there was no problem. He knocked, constantly, without taking a break; fist rapping at the door until someone answered. Who was he supposed to meet? Natalia? What was that, German or something? Awe s**t. What if she had an accent or something? Keith hated accents... they were horrible to decipher! With his luck today, this Natalia was probably a dude. Fffff- stupid Knox, not going through with this! The baby!
”Hey! Anyone in there? I’m looking for Natalia Piper! She home?”
Why did all of his plans end up always backfiring on him...? Keith was going to have to learn that all good ideas never really were good ideas.
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