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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 14, 2010 19:03:02 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] Chris stood behind his mother at the front door of the rather huge Malfoy Manner, he was tagging along to see Jas. She lives in a castle.. he thought looking up at the building, it was the same thought he got every single time he visited the place but it still came into his head. Before he knew it they were inside. Standing behind his mother in case Draco was around he waited untill someone told him he could go and play. It didn't take that long for his mother said 'why dont you go find Jas, dear?' so he ran straight out the backdoor and into the garden.
He looked around for her unsure whether she was outside but he didn't realy want to go back inside the house as he knew Draco was in there and he was scary. "Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssss" he called out then waited a moment before sighing. Stupid girls, never where you need them.. and they give you cooties he thought sitting on the floor where he stood then flopping down onto his back and staring up at the sky fairly sure Jas would come to him sooner or later, either that or he'd just lay there untill his mother called him.
I wonder why there's a sky.. he thought looking at it, it just seemed so pointless and blue to him, was there any need for it? Maybe one day i'll paint it green to confuse people he thought smiling to himself at the thought of all the confused people all over the world looking at the sky and wondering what had happend. Then i'll write my name in blue and draw pictures in it he decided, making the sky his own personal drawing board would be his greatest acomplishment. Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: hi Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 14, 2010 19:32:54 GMT
There were a lot of things in life that were confusing when you were eight. Especially when you had a baby for a sister that everyone found much more fun and interesting than you. What did that baby have that she didn’t? It was stupid and it needed to shut up once in a while. She couldn’t see why they couldn’t have exchanged her sister for a nicer one either. At least then it would be a better friend that this one. This one couldn’t seem to do anything. It was useless at playing games with her, it couldn’t catch or write anything. It could barely walk or talk properly – she was certain it was faulty. Soon her parents would be forced to replace it with a newer version. But for now, she had only the company of herself during the daytimes, because her parents were more concerned with meetings and work and of course, the faulty sister. So quite recently she’d taken to exploring the house by her, which often resulted in her getting into trouble, when she happened to ‘lose’ something that was absurdly considered quite important. It was only when both mother and father seemed to give up that she took to exploring the garden instead.
When you are of a young age, such as one about eight or nine, the world seemed to go on forever and ever. There seemed to be no limits in what she could do or where she could go. It never failed to amaze her also, when she visited other people that there were far more people in the large world that she had never even seen before. If only that were true of her younger sister. Her mother was insistent that the youngest Malfoy was not faulty, but Jas had seen enough to know that her mother was clearly not seeing the full extent of the problems. Why else would something cry all the time and never shut up? It wasn’t as if it was easily solved either, as she’d found out one day when she turned the girl over onto her back, only to find, to her disappointment, that there appeared to be no on/off switch like there were on the dolls she had, and the ones that other little girls let her play with. For the while, it seemed that she would have to entertain herself. This was a lot easier when she had someone to talk to. Unfortunately only a select few were allowed to view the house. And some of these people were weird. Like some old boring men in suits. Eugh. Men were bad enough, but why did old people wear such ugly clothes?
Her ears pricked up, hearing the loud voice of someone she recognised immediately. It seemed to be a pattern that all of their family had loud voices. Running, she made her way towards the middle of the lawn where the boy was lying. Noticing where he had his body, she spoke in a voice clearly displaying her horror. “You ruined it!”
[/color] she exclaimed, pointing at the ground, which was covered by his legs. Sometimes she found herself wondering why her parents liked this boy. Despite the nature of both of her parents, they did talk and meet with some strange people, most of whom Jaslene had never liked. They always treated her like some sort of child, which she was not. Well, she wasn’t the same kind of stupid little kid like some of them were. She hated to admit it though, but the boy next to her was a lot better than some of the boys she had to spend her time with. “Why are you here, anyway?”[/color] she demanded, placing her hands on her hips, in one smooth motion, one movement that she had evidently learned from observation of her parents. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged [/color] little christopher weasley. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] little chris is too cute <3[/size][/right]
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 14, 2010 19:51:31 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] Chris could hear someone running but just lay there looking at the sky. Here she comes.. he thought with a smile then quickly got rid of it before Jas could notice. Looking up he nodded at her then flopped his head back onto the ground rather painfully. Determined not to make a noise he clenched his lips together AAAAHHH MYYYYY HEEEAAADDD!!!!! he yelled in his head then as soon as Jas said he'd ruined something he jumped up and backwards. Staring down at what he could only tell was ground.. he looked up at her and shrugged "Ruined what..?" he asked her curiously then went back to staring at the floor wondering what he had ruined.
"Im hear because my mom dragged me.." he lied, he was hear because he had asked to come with his mom so he could see Jas but she didn't need to know that, girls were yuck and just because Jas amused him slightly didn't mean he thought girls were ok. "If i could be anywhere else i would be, i dont want to risk getting cooties" he said sticking his tongue out at Jas. She would probably have something to say about that and he looked forward to see what she would say, he may have looked older then her but she was smarter and more mature, looking older was the only thing chris could realy claim age-wise.
"And anyway i only called you because my mom told me to find you.. you could have been lost, i saved your life." he said with a smirk, the very one he had copied off his father a few days before and would probably be using for the rest of his life. In his head though he had saved her life, he was a hero she could have been lost in the garden stuck in some hole or something but his calling her had prevented that from happening so she was fine and it was all thanks to him. Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: Little Jas is cute but sassy Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 14, 2010 20:23:55 GMT
“You ruined everything,”
[/color] she claimed, although she was finding that claiming this was a lot more amusing than she had thought it would have been. Whatever the weather, whatever the situation happened to be, she enjoyed teasing him, and she doubted that this would ever change. “I only left him here for a minute, and you ... broke him!”[/color] She was talking, of course, about her pet caterpillar that she had found earlier this morning. Only two hours later, she found one boy sitting in the middle of the garden, despite the large area of space where he could have laid down, and ruining her friend. Trust someone like Chris. Frowning, she rolled her eyes, in a manner that already seemed kind of useful, when she had to deal with strange boys, like Chris, running around all the time. Evidently, he wasn’t to know what he’d done, which would have been important information, if he were to stop ruining her special place. Would the other caterpillars still like her, when the favourite was missing? Would they hate her? She hadn’t meant to leave him, but then she hadn’t expected that her present company would squash him into the ground, when neither the victim nor she had been watching. “Can’t she take you back again?”[/color] Jas asked, an innocent smile crossing her face. “Because I’m very busy today, and people like you are messing up my creative atmosphere.”[/color] Okay, so the young Malfoy had a tendency to overreact, and copy words she’d learnt off the news channels. She liked the dramatic feelings on some of the other programmes too. It made her wonder why all life wasn’t like the interesting ones of the men and women on television programmes. Truthfully, she was grateful that the boy was here alongside her, because it made her day much more interesting. He might be a boy, who never stopped charging around, or teasing her for being a girl, but it was better than playing on your own. “I don’t have cooties!”[/color] She replied, as though deeply offended by his remark, sticking her own tongue back at him. “Everyone knows it’s the boys who have diseases because they spend their lives getting dirty in like... mud holes and other unclean stuff.”[/color] She wasn’t sure how people got HIV and those other illnesses yet, but seeing as it was mostly men who got it, surely it had something to do with being a boy. Everything bad seemed to be related to being a boy, in her opinion. She laughed, when he suggested that he would have saved her life. “Don’t be silly, Chris. I would never get lost.”[/color] She glanced back at him, disliking the smirk that he had sitting upon his face. “If anything, I would be the one saving your life. I’m really brave and everything. My daddy told me that I was braver than him the other day and he never lies to me.”[/color] Turning her back on him again, she returned to thinking about the missing bug. Maybe she could find another one and build a home for that one instead? It might not have looked like it, but the young Jaslene was quite caring, and wanted to look after everything. It was perhaps fortunate that because she was so young, she would have never realised at that moment, that she could never solve everything. But, when you were eight years old, and Jaslene Malfoy, you had the world before you and you imagined that you could do anything. She was going to be the best woman ever, with loads of money and all the best things. It was simple. Childhood was laughably simple. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged [/color] little christopher weasley. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] little chris is too cute <3[/size][/right]
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 14, 2010 20:43:17 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] Chris found himself staring at the ground and scratching his head. "Who'd i break!?" he asked her curiously still not seeing anything, shes lost her mind and she's seeing lots of broken people all over the place he thought to himself weird girls... Chris didnt realy like the thought of himself hurting anyone though so was actually kind of worried in case he'd killed someone. I cant go to jail, im too young, i wouldnt be able to live in there, there full of people who have done realy naughty stuff, mine was an accident, i didn't mean to kill people! he thought to himself panicking inside slightly.
"No she wants to talk with your mom" he said with a shrug, he didn't know what they spoke about he was always off annoying or doing something else with Jas. ".. Whats an atmosphere?" he asked her curiously, he had heard the word before but he had just never thought to ask anyone what it meant untill then. "You do!" he exclaimed when she denied having cooties. "Boy's dont have cooties because of the dirt, it stops the cooties, and anyway girls have cooties everyone knows that, boys can only get them from girls" Chris said explaining cooties like he had some sort of degree in it which in his head he did.
"You could.. you could have found a cave.. and in the caves this giant hole.. then you could have fallen down the hole and landed in a jungle filled with dinosaurs!!!" he exclaimed, his imagination once again getting the better of him. "Your dad's weird.." he said simply, Chris did not like Draco one bit. "Maybe he owns the dinosaurs in the jungle!" Chris exclaimed as if unraveling. some sort of great mystery. Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: Little Jas is cute but sassy Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 14, 2010 21:10:59 GMT
Wow, boys were stupid. She had learned that long ago, when she had asked her mother why she was much smarter than her father. Obviously this applied to all boys everywhere. She was much smarter than the boys she knew. They wasted their time in the dirt, or in the middle of grass, constantly ruining their clothes. It was just wrong. Searching through the grass, she eventually found the body of the dead animal and held it in front of Chris. “Look what you did to him!”
[/color] She demanded, flourishing the newly deceased insect in front of his face. “Now he’s all dead, like on the inside and on the outside.”[/color] Honestly, she enjoyed making him feel a bit guilty. It made her laugh; besides she didn’t need the dead bodies of the things he’d carelessly destroyed. “Now you have to sussitate him.”[/color] How would she explain the dead bodies lying across their front lawn? It didn’t occur to her that people rarely cared about dead insects, but she was very worried as to how she was going to make them believe that she hadn’t done anything wrong. Otherwise she wouldn’t be allowed to eat ice cream for ages. And that was just one of the meanest punishments ever. “She’s always talking,”[/color] she complained, her foot stamping down on the ground, in her dislike of this event. Adults always talked far too much and too often. They needed to just play for a while, especially at work, because jobs were too boring to have, without having some fun occasionally. Not being sure to answer his question, she sighed dramatically, as though he was clearly stupid. “Well, obviously it’s a thing that you stand in,”[/color] she began, before struggling to continue in her sentence, “It’s an atmosphere.”[/color] She replied, not being able to define the word she had picked up. “I think it’s like a place where you can get important information from.”[/color] She had always wanted to visit one of those places. The atmosphere sounded like an interesting place. “Boys so do have the cooties,”[/color] she argued, poking her tongue out at him again, in order to support her point. “Girls are all pretty and clean, and cooties come from rolling on grass. Dogs get cooties and they’re always rolling on the ground.”[/color] At least she thought they were called cooties. Besides, it was always male dogs that had to have the operations. That was surely because they had too many cooties. Shaking her head at his idea, she laughed again. “Dinosaurs don’t live around here,”[/color] she said confidently, knowing that dinosaurs were only found at the bottom of huge caves, or mountains. Luckily, there were no mountains near to her house, otherwise she might have been a little bit more careful when she went outside. “He’s not weird!”[/color] She pouted, defending her father. “He’s the best father ever. He said so. And he’s the only trustworthy boy, so he must be right.”[/color] She had never understood why Chris couldn’t accept that her father knew everything. She had known this since she was about three. It was probably just because he was jealous. Jealous because his father had never known as much as her father did. “Yeah, well…you’re a dinosaur.”[/color] She said, huffing at his insults about her father. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged [/color] little christopher weasley. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] little chris is too cute <3[/size][/right]
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 14, 2010 21:29:53 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] Chris gasped at the caterpillar, his first muder victim as the cat accident wouldnt happen for like another month. "Oh my god I'm a murdererer!!" he said possibly overusing the er's but he wasn't in the time for correctness. He honestly felt dreadful, the caterpillar probably had a home and family and friends and he had accidentally ended its life by squishing it. "How'd i sussitate it?" he asked curiously, he'd heard of people resuscitating things but he had no idea how or what you did to do it to someone.
Chris shook his head slightly as Jaslene stomped her foot she's being so immature he thought copying the words his mother had called him .. and his father plenty of times. Chris scratched his head feeling stupid. "Oh yeah i remember now, the thing you stand in.. Atmosphere. right." he said with a smile as if it had all suddenly come rushing back to him which it hadn't he still didn't have a clue what it was and he didn't think he ever would. "Yeah it is.. i have five" he said with a smile as if it was an extremely large number of them to have but he still didn't have a clue what they were going on about. "well if i have cooties.." he said then a giant grin formed on his face as he ran at her with his arms flailing about randomly. "IM GOING TO GIVE YOU COOTIES!!" he yelled unsure what he would actually do if he caught her.
"They do live around here.. They just dont want you to think they live around here.. its there super evil plan" he said with a nod. "He is weird! he's scary and gross and not normal! and anyway your father cant be the best dad in the world.. mine is" he said with a stern nod of his head. He knew his father was the best and she wouldnt make him change his mind. "Maybe i am a dinosaur!" he said then took a deep breath in "RRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRR!!!""" he yelled making his best dinosaur noise, which to him sounded identical to a t-rex. Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: Little Jas is cute but sassy Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 14, 2010 22:40:05 GMT
She hadn’t expected him to take it that seriously. That wasn’t to say it was all a huge joke at his expense, even though she would loved it to have been one. And then the caterpillar would have been like ‘HA! GOT YOU.’ and she would have laughed too, with them all collapsing in fits of giggles over his expressions. Sadly, glancing back at the sad looking insect, she doubted it was in any sort of condition to be making jokes like that. That saying must have been true: It’s all fun and games ‘til somebody gets hurt. And now the life had been sucked out of him, and it was just a dead, limp body lying across her palm. Had she been much younger than she was, she might have been more upset, but she knew that a person dying was considered worse than a caterpillar. If he had come round and sat on her sister, she might not have minded so much, but apparently the killing of another person was much more serious? Did caterpillars have a place where criminals were sent if they killed another? It only made sense. If there was a caterpillar heaven and a human heaven, why wouldn’t there be a caterpillar prison equivalent? The trouble with this was that she wasn’t sure that she wanted Chris to go to prison. They locked you up for ages in there and she’d be left on her own again.
“Well, if you sucked the life out of him, maybe you just have to suck life back into him!”
[/color] she suggested, excited that she had thought of another excellent idea. Holding out her hand to his, she tipped the caterpillar onto his nearest hand, and waited, whilst studying him intently as though this would help him when it came to helping the victim. So intent was she on waiting for him to heal the caterpillar, she almost missed his next statement. “You didn’t know,”[/color] she laughed, at his attempt to convince her otherwise. She didn’t know either, but at least she had sounded more convincing than him. Distracted from her laughing at his expression, she was confused by his claim about having five. “You have five what?”[/color] she asked curiously. What if she didn’t have that many? She couldn’t stand the idea of him having something she did not. She found it hard to believe that he would have that many of anything. Why would anyone need five of something? Worst of all, what if he had five of whatever they were, and she had none? “Give me one,”[/color] she asked without any warning. If there was one thing that he could do better than her, something that she didn’t like to admit, it was his ability to surprise her. She had never got that talent down the way he had. As soon as his hands came towards her body, she screamed in a childish way and started to run in the opposite direction. There was no way that she wanted the cooties. He could give them to anyone else, but she definitely didn’t want them. “No fair!”[/color] she exclaimed, giggling as she continued to run away from him. Of course this was probably the attraction for him, he always took delight in scaring her, and until recently, she was as naïve to believe almost anything he said, making it easy for him to frighten her in the desired way. Shaking her head rather fiercely at his arguments, she grinned. “No, they live in the mountains, and anyway they only eat boys, because they taste better. And dinosaurs don’t have evil plans.”[/color] She had learnt the hard way that she shouldn’t take everything he said as the truth, certainly without questioning it at first. “He is not!”[/color] she returned, rolling her eyes at the little boy nearby. “At least he is clever, he just doesn’t like boys with cooties. That’s why he was sensible and never had them.”[/color] His insults of her father only made her more confident that her first impression of him had been right. He was just jealous because she had better parents than him. Sure, his father was louder and more like Chris, but her father was always right, and he said that he was better, so there was no room for changing her mind. Her father could never lie to her, and so she believed everything he said to her. The case of dinosaurs was no different. She knew that dinosaurs didn’t live nearby. “You’re a fat dinosaur,”[/color] she grinned, showing her full extent of insults that she had compiled over the eight years of her childhood. “I’d be a way better dinosaur.”[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged [/color] little christopher weasley. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] i love the past as of now ;)[/size][/right]
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 14, 2010 22:59:18 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] Chris stood there feeling kind of sad for the poor little caterpillar, but his dad had said that sometimes chris got away with murder so maybe he could get away with this one. Im going to become some evil mastermind and rule the world he thought then decided that wasn't the best way to live as the bad guys always lost in comics and stuff. "How'd i suck life into stuff?" he asked curiously, he didnt understand how you could suck life at all let alone suck it into stuff. "I didn't suck the life out of him anyway! i sqwished the life out of him.." he pointed out although it probably wasn't helping.
"I have five atmosphereses" he said with a nod and a rather proud expression on his face, Yeah, who doesn't know now huh!? he thought to himself but the answer was still him, he didn't have a clue he was just bluffing. "NO WAY THERE MINE!" he exclaimed horrified at her demand, plus he didnt know what he'd do if she demanded one, he couldn't give her one.. he didnt even know what one was he was making it up as he went along.
Chris laughed as he chased Jas and when he caught her he just let her go so he could chase her again laughing. "Your gonna get cooties!" he teased in a sing-songy voice. He didnt know how to give people cooties as well he could only go off what he had seen in comic books and occasionally on tv. The second time he managed to catch her he decided he was giving her Cooties. He kissed her on the cheek then smirked "There you have cooties" he said with a nod then let her go. He'd never kissed anyone but his mom and dad before so it was kind of weird but he had seen it in a comic, the boy kissed the girl and she screamed something about cooties so it must have been that.
"Maybe there hill dinosaurs, im on about garden dinosaurs" he said with a small nod, in his head there were many different dinosaurs who where basically grouped into categories of here they lived. "They do eat girls, i saw one.. and they do have evil plans because how do you think they stay hidden?" he said with a smile trying to scare her just for the fun of it. "Your dad has had cooties.. he's the cootie king, he teaches boys how to give them to girls.. he taught me how to do it" he lied but anything was better then letting her think she was right, he would never hear the last of it if he just accepted she was correct. "Im not fat!" he moaned then backed this up with some hard hitting evidence "My mom says im perfect" he smiled at her, if his mom had said it then it had to be true. "You wouldnt.. you dont even like eating raw meat and drinking blood!" he said with that smirk he had recently developed. Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: Yeah.. i will probably end up making a few other past Chris's threads just cus i love him ^_^ Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 17, 2010 21:04:46 GMT
“Well, you know what I meant,”
[/color] she replied rather offhandedly, focusing on the lifeless insect, rather than her expressions or words. “All you got to do, is fill him with life again. So if you squished him, maybe you can squish him back to life?”[/color] Although her tone was such that it was clearly expressing a mixture of hope and helpful attitude, part of her was unwillingly confident that the caterpillar would not live to fight another day. It was like an inner battle of wits, where her heart wanted the dead animal to live, even though her head was aware that the chances of such thing happenings were next to none. It was a weird conflict between head and heart, one that would often cause her inner strife throughout the years, but until recently, she had always seen it in her heart to follow her intuition on matters, seeing and believing the best in everything. Even as she looked back at her childhood companion, expecting him to be able to heal the caterpillar magically, she still retained the smallest sense of doubt in his magical abilities. If only he was better at raising things from the dead. Although that might be slightly creepy. Although she missed her dead pet, she wouldn’t want zombies following her around. Now she might not have seen that smug expression upon his face that often, seeing as it seemed to be quite new, from what she had gathered, but it was already rather annoying. She had never been able to explain how she liked to play and spend so much time with someone who had a talent for irritating her like no other. “You can’t own an atmosphere, stupid,”[/color] she said, giving him a swift roll of her blue eyes, as though she knew exactly what she was talking about. “It belongs to everyone.”[/color] Okay, so she didn’t have any clue what she was talking about, but she had no reason to believe that he knew any more than her. And from his attitude, she was certain that she was right. Besides, she was always right. “Anyway, even if you could own atmospheres, I would have way more than you”[/color] she boasted, loving the fact that money was never a problem in her family. She felt justified in boasting about this as much as possible, to practically everybody and anybody who happened to have the misfortune of starting a conversation with her. It wasn’t meant in a mean way, she just liked to tell everyone of her well-desired status. It also wasn’t fair that boys were naturally faster than girls. It made it almost impossible for her to outrun him, or to succeed in sports to the extent that he could. Still screeching slightly, as she ran, while he chased her, she was close to running out of breath when he finally caught up with her. It felt like finally to her, but it was probably only about ten minutes at most. “I don’t want cooties,”[/color] she answered, sticking her tongue out at him. His next movement caught her by surprise however, and she didn’t know how to react, for all of about two minutes. “Ew,”[/color] she laughed at him. “You touched me!”[/color] Did she really have cooties now? Surely she did, if he had them, as she’d told him countless times today? What if she died from the disease? She was far too young and pretty to die! It wasn’t fair at all. “Garden dinosaurs don’t exist,”[/color] she replied, scoffing at his explanation of the different types of reptilian monster that roamed their lands. “And even if they did, they’d rather eat you, because you’re weird, like them.”[/color] With this last hilarious comment, she burst into a fit of giggles, and took a seat upon the freshly mown lawn. Shaking her head fiercely, as though this was enough reason to deny his claims, she continued this motion, even whilst she started to talk back. “My daddy doesn’t have cooties,”[/color] she argued, as though the thought itself was beyond ludicrous. “And he wouldn’t teach you anything, even if he did know.”[/color] Neither of them could deny that the last part of her sentence was true. it was highly unlike her father to offer to help people outside of his family with anything, so the boy’s claims had to be lies. “No, you’re more than fat,”[/color] she laughed again, remembering her weak insults at his expense. “You’re like enormouse! You’re fatter than a blue whale and they’re big.”[/color] Her childlike logic was outstanding, yes? But she was only eight, and this was the most advanced form of criticism she had built up, and she was quite proud of her jokes at his expense. They were funny. Or at least she thought so.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged [/color] little christopher weasley. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] i love the past as of now ;)[/size][/right]
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 19, 2010 10:06:36 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] Chris scratched the top of his head, he didnt think it was going to work but at this point he was willing to try anything just to stop himself from being sent to jail for being a murderer. "So if i sit on him he'll come back to life?" he asked her curiously, he was willing to try anything that would stop him from being sent away and Jas actually seemed to be kind of upset the bug was dead so he'd do it for Jas as well, he wouldnt admit he was doing it for her though, she may have been one of his best friends.. well she probably was his best friend but it still didnt mean he was going to let her know that.
"You do own atmospheres" he said with a nod, then laughed as she said she would have more if you did own atmospheres. "Well clearly if you dont know how many you have you dont own more.. and anyway i can get them for free as i know the .. atmosphere man.. and he'll give me as many as i want" Chris said sticking his tongue out at her, he still didnt have a clue what he was going on about but he wasnt going to let Jas win this one as she seemed to always win and he just wanted one time where he was the better one.
Chris laughed at her with a smile on his face "You have cooties now" he said with a nod, he was sure that she had cooties now if he had them but he wasnt sure what cooties did to people, maybe it only effected girls.. maybe she was going to die! Chris didnt want Jas to die.. he cared about her and he would go to the end of the world to find a cure. Ok in his head the end of the world wasnt exactly the end of the world it was probably just a few miles away in his mind but still it seemed like he would have to travel for years to get there.
b]"They dont eat weird people! They eat normal people because weird people are there friends so ha!" [/b] he said sticking his tongue out at her again, he was making this up as he went a long in all honesty. "Well.. ok, he didnt teach me.. but he does have cooties!" Chris said sticking his tongue out again, it seemed like his tongue spent more time out of his mouth then it did inside. "Well your as big as a.. erm.. an elephant!!!" which in his head was the largest animal of all, obviously the blue wale is bigger but Chris didnt know that, he thought elephants were the biggest animal that ever lived.[/size][/blockquote] Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: Yeah.. i will probably end up making a few other past Chris's threads just cus i love him ^_^ Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 22, 2010 15:44:12 GMT
Even as she’d said it, it didn’t sound right. Whoever heard of people coming back to life after someone else sat on them? Not only was she almost certain that it wouldn’t work, but there didn’t even seem to be examples of people who had recovered after the absurd actions of someone else, so the chances seemed very slim indeed. “Maybe..”
[/color] she began, biting her lip, as she gazed down at the caterpillar again, hating herself for even thinking of saying what she was about to. “Maybe we should just leave him?”[/color] Dealing with the death of a pet, of any sort, was always hard for a person, and this situation was no different. The saddest part was the knowledge that the caterpillar had never had the chance to grow up. It had been denied this one part of its life. But then, perhaps the caterpillar would have had a miserable adult life anyway, it happened to people, so why wouldn’t it happen to animals also? Maybe he’d unknowingly saved the caterpillar from a torturous future. It was unlikely, she knew, but when dealing with death, an eight year old needed the comfort of knowing that the caterpillar’s life had not been in vain. “I do?”[/color] She asked him, feeling rather happier about the prospect that she already owned whatever these longed for atmospheres were. “I mean, yeah, of course I do. I was just joking with you.”[/color] Ever the stubborn individual, the young girl found it impossible to give up in arguments, she HAD to be right. All of the time. It was a feeling that she had had for as long as she could remember. Unfortunately, a lot of other children liked to get their own way too, which had the potentiality for some tension between her and other annoying kids. She couldn’t even admit that she had no idea what they were talking about, and made a mental note to ask whichever parent she saw next exactly what an atmosphere was. “Well, I’ll still win,”[/color] she argued, teasing him further. “I’ll ask if we can buy our own atmosphere man, and then you’ll be even more jealous than you already are!”[/color] This was all guesses and speculation, obviously. She had no means of telling whether he was or had ever been jealous of her life, but she felt a compulsion to say that he did. It was always fun to tease Chris, as he wasn’t like normal boys. Shaking her head quite fiercely, in her demonstration of her dispute to his claim, she rolled her eyes. Laughing, she pushed him, meaning to make him fall over, as some sort of justice for his weird criticisms of her father. “I don’t have cooties, because I have protective super clothing.”[/color] There seemed to be no limit to her outrageous imagination, as she thought of reasons why she couldn’t have caught his illness. Because she couldn’t have cooties, she just couldn’t. She was too nice to get diseases. Being the naïve child that she was, Jaslene had always been under the impression that diseases like cooties only happened to people who deserved them. And since nobody had thought to correct this assumption yet, she still believed in it. “I’m not a normal person though, Weezy,”[/color] She giggled, unable to stop herself from taking this joke slightly further. “I’m a princess, my Daddy told me, but it’s a secret so no one else must know.”[/color] Most of her believed what she was saying; she did perceive herself to be a princess, who lived in a grand castle. “So, a knight will come and rescue me from your weird dinosaurs.”[/color] Wait, knights rescued princesses from dragons. Oh well, she doubted that he would notice her mistake. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged [/color] little christopher weasley. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] ah, childhood, i miss it![/size][/right]
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 22, 2010 16:38:48 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] Chris looked down at his feet "But..But, what if i go to jail?" He asked he didnt want to go to prison, ever. He had nightmares of being locked in his room all day let alone a prison cell, it was not his kind of place, not that it was anyone's, Chris always liked to run around and be free and being locked in a room activated him, he wasn't claustrophobic or anything he just plain didnt like it because he got bored easily. Chris looked up at Jas and sadly asked "You dont think I'll get thrown in there for like.. ever" he didnt want to spend forever in jail, it felt like a week was forever to him so forever would be very long.
"Yeah, cant you see them" he said swishing his hand over Jas's head, he decided he would have some fun now. "You have three.. only the smart people can see them so.. maybe your not smart" he said with a shrug then added "I have four, so maybe i'll break one in half and give it to you so were equal" he told her with a grin, partly glad to be able to get of the subject of something he didnt understand at all and was making most of it up as he went along. "Theres no such thing as an atmosphere man, i made it up to trick you, you get atmospheres for being smart and cool and you can also give people atmospheres but you have to pinkie promise so its rare because pinkie promises are powerful magic" Chris said with a nod, to him a pinkie promise was like a serious vow.
"Well you got that right" he giggled as she called herself not normal. Chris wasnt sure if Jas was a princess or not, there was part of him that thought it was stupid but another part thought it could have been true, she did have a big house and her father did act all scary and kingly and her mother could easily have been a queen with all her smartness. "Well im a knight" he said rushing off and pulling a twig off a bush then running back. "BACK EVIL DINOSAURS!!" he yelled swinging his stick at the imaginary dinosaurs. "I'll save you princess" he said chuckling to himself as he swung his stick randomly. Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: I still act like a child. Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 26, 2010 18:40:38 GMT
Surely this was a pointless discussion? She was almost completely sure that people didn’t get sent to prison for injuring insects, however bad it might have been. It seemed obvious to her that if such a penalty existed, it had never been implemented. The sad truth was that caterpillars just weren’t seen as important as she thought they were. She’d get as much reaction from admitting to killing a caterpillar as she would if she claimed that she’d killed the chair. Actually, the chair would probably cause her parents more reason to be concerned, as killing a chair sounded like she’d destroyed it. And seeing as they had the money, a lot of the furniture was quite expensive, meaning that the murder of various pieces of furniture would possibly not be taken well. “Nobody would want you in their prison,”
[/color] she said, sounding much more confident in her ‘knowledge’ than she actually was. “Besides, how would anyone find out?”[/color] It was also beyond even Chris to suggest that people were watching their every move. “No, I can’t, and what’s more I don’t think your ones are even real,”[/color] she complained, feeling slightly disappointed that she couldn’t see what these atmospheres looked like. So to avoid losing face, she was going to act like she’d never believed that he had any of these much desired items at all. Folding her arms across her body, she rolled her eyes, at his attempts to annoy her more than he had already managed to do. “Giving me half doesn’t make us equal, Christopher.”[/color] It was a stupid name that he had, she found, because it was too long to say properly. She preferred saying it to his nickname however, as it made her feel as though she had some sort of power over him. This talent for saying his name in this way was copied ever so wonderfully from a discussion their parents had several months ago. “Well, you’re not smart or cool, so they definitely made a mistake there”[/color] she commented, a small grin creeping across her face, as she waited for his reaction to this remark. As soon as she’d said that she wasn’t a normal person, it slowly began to dawn on her that this might not have been the best phrase to use. Now it meant that she was admitting that she was at least partly weird. Dismissing his laugh, she shrugged, before responding, “Nobody’s normal, but I am special normal.”[/color] Yeah, she was totally special normal. Whatever that was supposed to mean. She could see that her words about being a princess were having the desired effect however, as it seemed to silence him for a few minutes. Wow that had to be an achievement, as he always had a teasing comment for her, whatever the situation. So this must have meant that he believed that she was a princess, but then, given her personality and appearance, who wouldn’t believe that she was a member of wizarding royalty? His sudden movement made her jump somewhat, before moving out of the way, “You can’t be a knight,”[/color] she laughed, watching him fight back the hoards of invisible dinosaurs. “Everyone knows that knights are pretty.”[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged [/color] little christopher weasley. word count[/color] some amount of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see.all i have to say[/color] ah, childhood, i miss it![/size][/right]
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Jun 28, 2010 10:38:02 GMT
Shout, Shout, Let it all out.
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[/font][/center] "Fine..." Chris said hoping she was right, he didnt know much about laws but he was fairly sure if you killed someone you got put away for like and realy a caterpillar was someone, he could have had a family and everything but it was something they would never know now. "Well.. you'd tell on me" Chris said tilting his head to the side, she usualy told on him when he did something stupid or whether he got into trouble like being stuck up a tree which he had decided was absolutely easy to climb.
"OK ok.. I'm lying.. i dont know what an atmosphere is" Chris admitted he didnt have a clue what they were going on about and he'd had his fun so he had decided it was about time for him to at least admit he hadn't got a clue what they were on about. "Ok your smarter then me so i'll give you the smart thing.. but I'm cooler then you!" Chris said with a nod he did adventurous kinds of things which meant he was cool as all the cool people in comics and cartoons went on adventures.
"Special normal doesn't exist" Chris said rolling his eyes at her like she did to him every single day, ever. "I can be a knight and im the best looking guy around!" Chris stated with a nod, he would make an amazing knight. "Just you wait i'll be a great knight and i'll save all the princesses from all the dragons and i'll.. erm.. ride a horse and then get rich and marry a princess and become a prince and then i'll rule an entire country!" Chris said with a nod, in his head he'd make an awesome king as well. But in his head kings sat on giant thrones and lead a huge army in battle with swords and sheilds. Cmon, im talking to you. [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: I still act like a child. Lyrics: Shout - Dizzee Rascal & James Corden Credit: Me
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