Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Sept 20, 2016 10:26:53 GMT -5
Early to bed, early to rise. This rule did not apply to the Energetic Meister. Kaylin was almost constantly on the move. Early to bed was rare and early to rise was constant. Even on this bright day the girl had been up within the early hours of the morning. Pulling on her normal attire of various blues, boots, gloves, ‘jumpsuit’, and cropped tank, the girl was out the door in moments. A smile on her face as always, her short brown locks going every which way… It was a normal sight to see if anyone ever bothered to be up that early. Kaylin had her whip attached to her hip as was normal for this outfit of hers, but the new addition to her was a large sugary pastry she held in her hands. A friend from Shibusen had supplied her with a small box of pastries. He…. Wasn’t exactly good at baking, Kaylin was the only one who ever accepted his offerings… but how she enjoyed them!
Munching on her pastry as she began her morning outing into the city, the girl hummed a tune as she chomped away at her glorious food. The tune held no real melody, one might even wonder if she even knew how to hold a pitch. But down the street she went, no care in the world. As the female finished off the last bite of sugary goodness, the remnants still remained. A light circle of sticky sugar was around her mouth, and the gooey substance even lined her fingers and edges of her fingerless gloves.
And like that she was off. No care in the world about how messy she might look, the meister had taken into a complete run down the street. Not many people were out yet, but that really didn’t come into focus for her. Kaylin was happy just to take part in her normal morning antics. Her first stop seemed to be the swimming pool. It wasn’t even open yet, the barely waking sun just peaking out from the earth. The little meister would never have a care for such things. Climbing nimbly over the gate and landing easily upon the other side, she’d wipe her hands in front of herself in glorious triumph, giggling like a child. Dashing across the pool area, no one could ever tell her not to run! Not even at an empty pool. She raced for one of the diving boards, scrambling to the top like the little monkey she was. Then, she’d walk out onto it. Perching herself in a sitting position on the end, hands gripping the sides and feet swinging over the edge, she’d grin brightly and stare down at the large plastic covered pool.
“Oh what a beautiful morrrninnggg!”
She’d sing the line. Badly. Out of tune. But very obviously TRYING to sing that line, even if she knew not where it came from
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Post by Alistair Brood on Sept 21, 2016 9:10:59 GMT -5
Alistair lazily rubbed sleep out of his eyes and yawned. His apartment in the city had been closed for renovations (or at least that's what he was told.) In desperation he had sought refuge with all seven of his sisters individually, and all of them came up with some rubbish excuse as to why he couldn't stay, well, except Maria, she didn't even bother to open the door.
So, in a solution to the problem, the boy had slept outside...in the cold...on a bench. Only to be woken up early by possibly the most out of tune rendition of a song he had ever heard. After clearing some wax out of his ear and making sure he could still hear everything correctly, he slid off the bench and searched for the source of the voice. However after seeing whom it was the voice was attached to, he began to wish he'd just ignored it and gone back to sleep.
It was a girl that he had met once before, and from what he could recall it was a very awkward encounter involving much intrusion of personal space and very few questions winding up answered. 'Well, nevermind that!' He thought to himself, trying to maintain a positive attitude, despite his tiredness 'I'm sure this time round things will go far better!' he smiled, and attempted to get the attention of the girl. "Hello! You're sure up early!" He shouted to her.
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
Posts: 52
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Sept 21, 2016 10:36:51 GMT -5
Bobbing up and down on the edge of the diving board, Kaylin would continue her little song. Words coming from her mouth, little recollection of what they actually had been. Horrible tune, leaving some things out. It was like that awful little niece that you have to listen to at family gatherings. She thinks she’s the best singer of all time when really she needs her head shoved in a sack of corn. But Kaylin was unaware of her antics causing an issue, and if she had been, she wouldn’t have cared. Life was to be enjoyed! And she was enjoying it.
“oh what a beautiful morninggg!!!!! Oh what a beautiful may!!! I’ve got a beautiful wheeeeelinnggg! Everything’s blowing away!”
Laughing to herself, kicking her legs up and down and making the diving board wrench up and down as well beneath her weight, it wouldn’t take too long to hear another sound. Someone had called across the pool area to her? The girl’s eyes darted immediately for the sound. Her movements ceasing but her body still bobbing atop the board. She’d lock onto a somewhat familiar face. A broad grin upon her own, she’d raise an arm and wave excitedly.
“It’s the super magical fantastic warrior!”
Then with a big kick of her legs, she’d get overly excited. Throwing herself off the side of the board, the girl’s quick reaction would have her hand just barely grip the edge of the diving board. A good ways up above a covered pool, not usually the safest thing to drop into. It didn’t totally occur to her though, really she had just reacted from falling. Holding to the board and giggling to herself, she’d grab onto it with her other hand and begin monkey-barring towards the ladder of the diving board.
“YOU BROUGHT THE TALKING HAT!”
She would scream, as soon as she was above solid ground instead of water she would release her body. Hitting the concrete with a thump and rolling herself forward as she made contact. After a single roll she’d hop to her feet and using the continuing momentum to race towards the boy’s location.
“Talking hat. Talking hat. Talking talking talking hat!”
She’d chime during her sprint at him.
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