- Mar 25, 2014
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<div align=center>This was odd. Plain and simply the feeling she had in her chest assured her that things weren't right, yet her brain told her otherwise. In the upper dining room she sat at a table, legs kicked up against the surface while her chair dangerously waddled on to two legs as balance in her lean. The sound of a clock could be heard ticking, ushering each passing second forth loudly and clearly. It was quiet. Too quiet. Well, it wasn't like that a few moments prior. In fact her cell phone was buzzing, ringing, and overall being obnoxious. All the kids she failed to meet up with, all those hopes dashed because they couldn't get their petty fix in with her any longer. Just the other day did she resign her position as a freelance wish granter. Now she only worked for one person, and naturally her clients didn't like that at all. Being so accustomed to having their way did they screamed at her for not meeting up or understanding her species' position. It was all her fault and not theirs, and they couldn't are less the girl behind their whims or the date they happened to pester her.
Eh, no matter. At least she saw that her throwing arm was in good shape judging by the nice dent her phone made in the wall. Now there was even a nice little pot that hadn't been there before to cover it up.
And now? Silence. The invoker was elsewhere for the time being, in another room where she hadn't cared to join quite yet. For now her mind was trying to wrap around approaching this day, and how she was to tell him about it. She wasn't a very explicit person on many things, as she liked to keep people on their toes. Today would be no different.
So finally did she swing herself forward to allow the chair to ricochet back into its position. A plan formulated in her mind quite nicely, and already the first piece had been put in place. There was a cake on the kitchen counter that hadn't been there before. Had she checked whether or not it garnered attention? Not yet. But at this rate it probably wouldn't, so she needed to go to step two.
Without much of a thought she headed back downstairs, sliding down the banister nonchalantly until she got to the bottom. With that Loralei headed into the living area. She hadn't really scanned to see if he was here or not yet. Didn't matter. She'd be waiting. Approaching the back of a couch she flipped herself over it, landed with her feet in the air and her head on the couch. Luckily she had just enough coordination to not bang her head against the floor. The last thing she needed was a repeat of the beach incident.
So reclining in an eschewed fashion she whisked her hand in the air, in it appearing a balloon held down by a string. Playfully she tugged at it, bobbing the thing up and down slowly at first. Then faster. Fast enough to make noise, or at least draw attention. Normally now she'd go on about her day and go with the flow if by chance someone met up with her. Flagging down people wasn't her thing unless it was work related. But today?
Well, she wasn't about to spend her 21st birthday in solitude. </div>
Eh, no matter. At least she saw that her throwing arm was in good shape judging by the nice dent her phone made in the wall. Now there was even a nice little pot that hadn't been there before to cover it up.
And now? Silence. The invoker was elsewhere for the time being, in another room where she hadn't cared to join quite yet. For now her mind was trying to wrap around approaching this day, and how she was to tell him about it. She wasn't a very explicit person on many things, as she liked to keep people on their toes. Today would be no different.
So finally did she swing herself forward to allow the chair to ricochet back into its position. A plan formulated in her mind quite nicely, and already the first piece had been put in place. There was a cake on the kitchen counter that hadn't been there before. Had she checked whether or not it garnered attention? Not yet. But at this rate it probably wouldn't, so she needed to go to step two.
Without much of a thought she headed back downstairs, sliding down the banister nonchalantly until she got to the bottom. With that Loralei headed into the living area. She hadn't really scanned to see if he was here or not yet. Didn't matter. She'd be waiting. Approaching the back of a couch she flipped herself over it, landed with her feet in the air and her head on the couch. Luckily she had just enough coordination to not bang her head against the floor. The last thing she needed was a repeat of the beach incident.
So reclining in an eschewed fashion she whisked her hand in the air, in it appearing a balloon held down by a string. Playfully she tugged at it, bobbing the thing up and down slowly at first. Then faster. Fast enough to make noise, or at least draw attention. Normally now she'd go on about her day and go with the flow if by chance someone met up with her. Flagging down people wasn't her thing unless it was work related. But today?
Well, she wasn't about to spend her 21st birthday in solitude. </div>