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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:38 pm
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*gets woken up from a nap on the couch by someone shaking her* Huh? *blinks* Karrie? cat_confused
Kits, what are you doing? It's after midnight, you're on the couch, and your door wasn't locked or anything.
Midnight? cat_surprised *pushes herself up on her elbow, causing Smok to slide off the couch from where he'd been curled up in front of her, squeaking in annoyance* I just meant to close my eyes for a bit... around nine. cat_sweatdrop What are you doing here, anyway?
I was passing by on my way home. Gwee was outside, so I stopped to let him in. He shouldn't be out in this storm.
Gwee was outside? *pushes Cecil off her feet and sits up* I didn't let him out. He must've slipped out when I checked the mail earlier. I wouldn't let him out in this. *looks out the window at the snow*
I think he was glad to be let inside. He and Velcore are in the kitchen now, looking for a snack, I think.
There should still be some food out, I think. *yawns* I had a strange dream. I was kidnapped by the MW Ladies, and they took me to a huge warehouse full of clothes... Psyzapp was saying something, but I didn't catch what before she walked off, yelling at someone. I remember hugging dame and talking to Leko, something about a party that Lia was having. That's when you woke me up.
That is strange. I can see them doing that, though.
Me too. *yawns* I think I need to just go to bed. You going to go on home?
*looks out the window* I... think we'll stay here, if you don't mind.
Of course not. *gets up and shuffles down the hall to her room*
*locks the door and follows Kits*
((I actually did have that dream... cat_sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 12:51 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 10:26 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 8:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:14 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 7:07 pm
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Psyzapp MiroIsBored :: Miro calls the mistress lady person but only reaches her voicemail, so leaves a message ::
Eh? A-Ano... Miro was just wondering if dark mistress queen lady person could give her some advice since mistress lady person's kids aren't much older than Miro's. Morion has been extra cranky lately to where even the rattle doesn't always help and he's constantly scratching at his head like some kind of rash but there's nothing there as far as Miro can tell. Is this normal? What did you do with your kids to get through it? Miro doesn't know what to do crying *Raises an eyebrow and listens to the voicemail. She sighs heavily as the message progresses and ends up eyerolling. Not entirely sure just where Miro is living and what kind of hygiene practices elves have… or don't have (shudder), its possible Miro has gone and done something completely stupid like taking her toddler to that petting zoo she works at or whatever it is. talk2hand Where they let all manner of creature just run-a-muck. Little Moron has probably contracted fleas or worse and this NIT WIT mother doesn't even have the sense to take her child in to see a specialist!!!! talk2hand She immediately dials the phone and drums her long fingernails on the marble top of the table she's sitting at enjoying an espresso. When the beep finally sounds, she abruptly speaks.* MY children DO NOT go through ANY micro remnant in which you speak of!!!! How DARE you imply my children are infected with ANY type of…… *a look of complete disgust as she pauses briefly* emotion_donotwant …… VERMAN!! Why by now, you've probably got an entire infestation of LICE blowing through the entire local elf population you frequent!! scream *Gets a hold of herself as Miro is going to need decisive explicit instruction. Time is of the essence.* Now…listen to me very carefully with the UTMOST attention. If your little infestation is as bad as I can only imagine. emotion_eyebrow *Pinches the bridge of her nose.* You must find EVERY SINGLE SPECK OF ANYTHING MADE OF FABRIC and WASH EVERYTHING in PIPING HOT WATER. BLEACH what you can and whatever you cannot wash, decide to either BURN IT or encase it in plastic for AT LEAST 6 weeks! EVERYTHING fabric…clothing, furniture, stuffed animals, bedding, pillows…EVERYTHING! And then you are to go to the drugstore and get a medicated shampoo, wash with it THOROUGHLY for at least a week and for good measure coat each of your heads through every strand of hair with Mayonnaise and leave it on ALL NIGHT LONG. Repeat the Mayonnaise treatment for at LEAST 2 weeks every night. Either that or shave your heads. And to ensure this NEVER happens again, you call the health department immediately and have a full scale audit of that petting zoo you work for!!! talk2hand QUARANTINE yourself until you know without a single shred of doubt you've exterminated the infestation.*Clears her throat* You have a good day now. Thank you for calling. 4laugh *hangs up the phone*
:: Miro panics when she hears this voicemail from the dark mistress lady person... not only because she seemed angry, but she made it sound super serious eek
Immediately, she makes a trip to the store to pick up some things and gets to work. It takes a couple full days of working on it, but once she's done, she calls the dark mistress lady back to report her progress ::
Voicemail from Miro to Psy Uwaa... Miro didn't realize it was something that serious. She thoughted it might just be a thing that kids do at certain ages eek But she wented and followeded your instructions perfectly 3nodding Well, almost perfectly. Miro doesn't use mayonnaise, so she gotted vegenaise instead 3nodding But everything else was done just as you saided 3nodding She washeded all her furnitures with the medicated shampooses, all of Morion's stuffeded aminals are covered in vegenaise, and Miro lit her curtains and blankets on fire then putted them out with hot water 3nodding Miro wasn't sure how long she was s'posed to let them burn before putting them out though and thinks she might have burneded them for too long sweatdrop They smell funny and have holes in them now and one of them falled apart when she putted it in the wash. crying Maybe she should just get new 3nodding
Miro's glad she has someone she can ask advice from for thingses like this. Morion's sure to be better in no time now blaugh Bye-bye~
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:24 pm
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*holds up a knife, the metal glowing with heat, and frowns* Not quite straight yet... stare *mutters about irresponsible people borrowing his knives as he places it back in the forge to heat the metal again. After a little while, he uses tongs to pull it back out, taking it over to his anvil and picking up a hammer to straighten it*
*holds the knife up again, turning it slightly* Good. Now it just has to cool... *sets it aside and starts turning everything off* I'll sharpen it in the morning. *wipes his forehead and looks outside the shed to the back of his house* At least it won't be so humid out there now that it's raining. *turns the lights off on his way out of the shed*
*in the house, goes straight to the sink for a glass of water* Ah, that's better. *turning, catches a glimpse of the clock* Didn't realize it was that late. sweatdrop I should probably go to bed. *puts the glass in the sink and goes around the house, turning off anything that had been left on and locking doors. He peeks into Velcore's room and confirms that the dragon is sleeping there, with his head under his wing. Starting to close the door, he stops, frowning, when he sees a dark spot against Velcore's white hide* What the-? *stares* Oh, it's Smok. Wonder why he's here tonight. *shrugs, used to Kits' pets showing up at odd times, and closes the door most of the way, leaving it cracked open so the dragons can get out*
*yawning, he crosses the hall to his own room, tossing clothes on the floor as he goes to his bed*
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 10:00 pm
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*sits in his chair, flipping through the cookbook Kits had given him for his birthday* Hmm, that looks good. I'll have to try that one. *puts a strip of paper in the book to mark the page, then flips to the next one. Reaching for the cup of tea on the table next to him, he freezes* That sounded like...
*floats out of the kitchen and into the living room, laughing* blaugh
Cecil! gonk Please don't... *slowly sets the book aside and starts to get up* Come here, Cecil.
Eh? *stares at Karrie upside-down, then gradually floats further away, making random popping noises*
Come on, Cecil. Don't you want to go back home? *keeps walking steadily toward Cecil*
Ahhhh *bumps into the wall, bouncing slightly off it* Oh!
*catches Cecil while he's busy looking at the wall* Gotcha! *sighs in relief* Come on, let's get you home. *making sure his keys are in his pocket, takes Cecil outside to bring him to Kits' house*
*Velcore walks into the living room right after the door is locked* Karrie? Where is he going this late? confused *sees steam rising from the tea cup* This is a strange time to leave.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:41 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 8:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:07 am
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((Hey everyone, I know it's been a long while. I just wanted to update you about my life so everyone could be sending me good thoughts/prayers on this upcoming Friday.
Thursday, June 23rd, I was in a pretty serious car wreck that I am blessed to still be alive. I will put images down below behind spoilers so you can view them if you like. biggrin I came away from the wreck with only scrapes, deep bruising, and three fractures on my heel. Unfortunately, I'm going to have surgery this Friday (after medical clearance on Tuesday) to fix my heel. This is my first broken bone and first surgery so, while I know I'm in God's hands, I am still a little nervous. You all have been such good friends over the years, I know I needed to let you know. Most of us are friends on Facebook, but some of us aren't. whee
On to the pictures! (If I can get an uploader to not be a pain. rolleyes stressed ) (Sorry they are so big, I don't have the energy to shrink them right now.)
Pictures of vehicular damage:
Pictures of bodily damage: (Most of the bodily damages are from the seatbelt.)
After I went to the podiatrist and they rewrapped my foot.
Fracture blisters (these are pretty gruesome emotion_puke ):
Sorry for picture overload. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 5:08 pm
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*Holding an ice pack to his face, stare He goes over to one of the walls in another room, flips open a small opening hidden in the woodwork and punches a code. A wall opens up to his arsenal stash where he keeps all the good stuff should there be an emergency. Like a day when a rival family decides to go to war. Well this little fiasco is emergency enough for him and they don’t call him “the Terminator” for nothing. evil
One by one, he gets the weapons to do the job and a few for hiding on his person in various places should things get sticky. He painstakingly loads extra clips, silencers on each weapon because of what happened this morning with his new hearing, stare knives, plastic restraints, rope, explosives and even takes out his favorite ball peen hammer to inflict as much pain as possible. He even debates on taking a drill because he would really get much pleasure out of drilling a new hole in that mutha ******** martillo's head but decides against it since it would be his own head. stare
Gear all ready to go…check. Time to do some lifting and get some of this aggression out. Lifting weights helps calm him. Gives him focus. Helps him think. And when he loads up a barbell like he normally does, he gets extremely pissed that in this body, he can’t. evil Out of frustration he picks up the bottle of whiskey and throws it as hard as he can across the room. The bottle shatters, glass scatters and the small amount of whiskey that was left drips down the wall. He screams a long string of obscenities in Italian.*
Dis mutha ******** is gonna pay. evil
*Seething, he adjusts the weights and tests until he finds the max this body can do and he works every single muscle in this body double time.* evil
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