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Post by farren on Feb 17, 2009 18:46:10 GMT -5
Farren just ignored the girl's expression. She had better things to do than sit here and take a bunch of nonsense from the girl. One rules with Farren, if she didn't know you, sarcasm and telling her what to do was enough for her to decide she didn't like you...one bit.
Wolfram's expression went from anger to expressionless. One of her secret talents was the ability to hide her feelings. But underneath her disguise Wolfram really wanted the girl to just mind her own buisness. She wasn't mad at Roscoe for intruding. She was sort of glad, if he hadn't interuppted who knew what Farren might have done.
"It wasn't that I didn't know what the word meant, I just didn't feel in the place to take stuff like that from someone I have never met." Farren kept her tone even and low.
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Post by flames on Feb 19, 2009 14:57:09 GMT -5
"Talk about Miss-Bite-Your-Head-Off-For-A-Wrong-Word..." Flames huffed a little under her breath. She wasn't the one to close up in a shell, and show nothing... After all, fire doesn't try to hide, or seem cooler then it really is... and neither was Flames. If she didn't like something, she'd say it to ya, right in the face... Yes, not always the smartest thing to do, but it worked just fine for her, for the past, quite some while...
Casting a glance to Roscoe, with a sly smile, on her lips, and her eyes flashing wildly, as if she anticipated some interesting churn of events... She looked at Farren her head tilted to the side, leaning forward, with her hands locked behind her back.
"Who are you anyways? I know who he is... but, don't know who you are... So, who are ya?" She asked her pale eyes seeming to look streight though the girl.
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Post by farren on Feb 22, 2009 14:25:02 GMT -5
Farren's gaze shifted to the horizon that peaked above the piles of trash. She tuned out the others. She had cooled off quite easily this time, usually she could be just as dangerous as her animal form. Her eyes still blazed a bright blue though. When the girl spoke to her, Farren looked at her from the corner of her eyes, before tilting her head slightly. Her red hair fell into her eyes.
"I'm Wolfram, and you are?" Wolfram said, her tone a bit louder and more defensive. So many people had made fun of her for her last name and how she rather be called Wolfram than Farren by people she didn't know. At times it annoyed her, depending on who the person was. Other times she couldn't care.
Farren looked at Roscoe, she half smiled at him, before glancing back at the girl. Farren bit the inside of her lip.
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Post by farren on Mar 16, 2009 22:35:25 GMT -5
Farren's gaze softened. She was done talking. She stopped biting her lip and turned to Roscoe. She began walking towards him, before she stopped, standing below his perch. She crossed her arms and cocked her head.
"How have you been doing lately?" She said happily, watching Roscoe laugh quietly. She smiled at him, fiddling with her belt loops. She wondered about what Roscoe was thinking. He was always catching her attention, the way he appeared out of nowhere, seemingly observing what had currently been going on as if he hadn't even been noticed.
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Post by farren on Mar 17, 2009 21:30:25 GMT -5
Wolfram smiled. She uncrossed her arms and stuffed her hands into her coat pockets. Her smile was crooked, showing that she was relaxed and in a comfortable situation. She found and old stool near the bottom of the heap she stood in front of and pulled it out. Wolfram plopped down onto its hard wood seat and crossed her legs. It wobble slsightly before she was able to steady it with her feet.
"I am not doing to bad. Things have been slow for me as well. There isn't much to do, so I've mainly been hanging around at home." Farren Wolfram held back a yawn, she had been up since four this morning and hadn't had one wink of sleep since then. She disguised the yawn that lay trapped in her throat with a soft laugh to herself.
"Other than that there hasn't been any trouble. I hope everything has gone smoothly for you." Wolfram said, ignoring the most recent incident with the girl who she had left to talk to Roscoe. For some odd reason, Wolfram found it much more appealing and relaxing to talk to guys rather than girls. There really seemed like there wasn't anything that coudl possibly result into a fight.
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Post by farren on Mar 18, 2009 21:17:05 GMT -5
Farren nodded with Roscoe. She focused all of her attention on him now that the stool was steady. She had been hoping it wouldn't colapse under her. She let out a soft sigh under her breath. She had almost forgotten about the other girl. She looked over her shoulder for a few seconds, before turning back to Roscoe.
"Hmm...Besides the baby next door nothing interesting has been happening. I've been earning my money by babysitting her for the past few days." Farren said wondering if that was at all interesting to Roscoe. She was just thinking out loud now. Wolfram smiled, thinking of the babies wide toothless smile and her giggles that seemed more like gurgling than laughs. Only that morning had Farren been watching Lily and she had watched a full episode of some early childhood education show. Wolfram felt like her brain had melted by the time it ended.
"What have you been doing with your free time? I fyou don't mind me asking." Farren said calmly as she shifted positions to rest her hands on either side of the stool letting her legs dangle in front of her.
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Post by farren on Apr 10, 2009 19:00:03 GMT -5
Farren smiled. She was beginning to hate her side job. It wasn't Miranda that was getting on her nerves, but her parents. They would tell her they would be gone for three hours and come back six hours later. Then they would only pay her for three hours. Miranda wasn't like other babies. She was patient, she smiled and giggled most of the time, and was simply easy to entertain. On occasion the baby cried though. Whenever her mother would leave, she would cry for a short while. Or even when she wasn't fed directly on time, which was like all the time when she was with her parents, they were always busy. Whether Miranda's mom was painting her nails or her father was trying to pay the bills on time, they couldn't do anything for Miranda on time.
"Ahh, well I can't say it's all that entertaining." She said, hardly wanting to go home, for she knew Miranda's parents would corner her about babysitting another time this week.
"Hmm, I'm sure there is something you'd like to be doing though?" She smiled, cocking her head. The legs of the stool had dug deep into the soft dirt, and now the stool was perfectly sturdy.
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