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Post by little92miss on Dec 10, 2012 11:41:19 GMT -5
Ryanna was about half way through her book and it was starting to get dark outside. She shut her book and went to put it in the bedroom. Her stomach was starting to rumble so she headed to the kitchen. Hopefully there was food or she was going to have to go hunt in her wolf form. She opened the cabinets and found what she feared, no food. She stood there for a second contemplating leaving for food or staying here to wait. She didn't want to have to remind Pierre, but she was really hungry. Just then a knock came from the door. Well the decision was made for her. After they left she would go hunt. She headed to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. Hi Pierre She flashed him a smile.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Dec 11, 2012 4:52:20 GMT -5
((Reply asap sorry for the wait, a little busy at the moment))
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Post by little92miss on Dec 16, 2012 15:59:50 GMT -5
OOC: Understandable this is the first time I've been able to get on since last week
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Dec 17, 2012 2:45:10 GMT -5
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Pierre stood there when the door opened and Ryanna stood in front of him, Lancelot next to him was a little confused. Pierre just smiled at her and asked her if they could come in and she just stood out of the way, he entered and sat down on the couch. Wondering why this didn't look like a real party and remembered she didn't have any food or things. So he stood back up again and shook his head.
"Well... Excuse me for being rude. Ryanna this is my son, Lancelot. Lancelot this is my... friend Ryanna. But now that the introductions are done, will you two please excuse me for a moment I forgot something at home, i'll be back in a few."
Pierre left Lancelot and Ryanna there, hoping they would keep each other company for the ime being. He quickly walked to his car and climbed inside and drove off to the convience store which was closest to her home and decided to do some shopping for her. He bought a month supply of food, not really sure what little girls eat, but he bought what he could think of and he also bought her a house warming gift, a set of plates, mugs and cutlery. He also bought some party things and dinner.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Dec 17, 2012 2:56:30 GMT -5
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Lancelot wasn't happy that his father pulled him into this so suddenly, he didn't want to see anyone and he didn't want anyone to see him. His heart just couldn't handle smiling faces and warm hugs. He wasn't going to get over Michelle's death anytime soon, moving on... That is not even on his list of things to do. His father just insisted on letting him out of the house, bu tLancelot just wanted to sit in a corner and pull his heart out. His father collected him and they went to the place his father didn't mention. When they arrived he just followed his father blankly, very in thought and not paying a lot of attention. They stopped at a door and memories of Michelle's apartment came flooding back to him, he just had to breath for a moment and then the door of the person they visited opened. A little girl... Seriously, what is his dad up to? The girl smiled and greeted them, Lancelot gave a crooked smile and his father walked into the room, he followed him and just stood at the door for a while, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and looked around, it looked similar to Michelle's but wasn't hers. He watched as his father sat down and just stood up again, he then introduced them to each other and Lancelot just stood there a little awkward and said.
"Hi..."
His father then said that he had to leave and just as Lancelot wanted to ask if he could go with his father shut the door in his face. Lancelot just looked down at the litle girl, she looked around 12, 13 maybe 14. He started to rock on his heels and sighed.
"So..."
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Post by little92miss on Dec 18, 2012 9:13:59 GMT -5
Ryanna smiled at Lancelot, but was unsure of meeting someone new. At least Pierre was here so she wouldn't have to be alone with a stranger, even if she knew she should trust the stranger. Social situations were not usually a place she found herself in. They weren't usually a place she wanted to find herself in. She saw Pierre sit down then get right back up, introduce them, then leave. She just stared at the door, willing him to come back. Was he just going to leave? She had thought this was suppose to be a party. She wondered if she was wrong to trust him. Maybe he did want to kill her. When he didn't come back in she turned to Lanelot, but didn't get any closer to him. Hi. She chewed on the inside of her lip, not sure what to do.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Dec 20, 2012 9:45:14 GMT -5
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Pierre was finally back, parked the car and grabbed some of the groceries and carried them, his arms was full of stuff for Ryanna, he walked up to her room and opened the door. Finally he was back and he suddenly felt the awkward tension in the room and he just smiled.
"I finally brought you some food... And some party treats, if you don't mind."
He just placed everything on the counter and then turned to both Lancelot and Ry.
"Well should I carry everything by myself or are you guys going to help?"
He didn't wait for an answer and he left, he made his way back to the car. Hoping they would be there to help him carry the stuff to Ry's apartment.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Dec 20, 2012 10:09:53 GMT -5
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Lancelot looked at the girl and he wondered what she was thinking of him, his sadness must have been showing on his face. Since she only said hi and nothing else. He didn't want to ask her any personal questions, because that would mean that he would get the same question in return. He instead still stood there with his hands in his pockets and then he smiled at her, for some reason she had a calming effect on him, he couldn't understand how though, but she did. He then walked over to the couch and sat down, he looked out the window and saw nothing that interested him and in his daze he asked her.
"I'm guessing he scared you at first and then he started to... How can you say it... "melt"?"
He gave a quick laugh and just smirked at the window. His father then suddenly burst through the door and his arms were full of bags and groceries and things, he then asked if they could help him and Lancelot was relieved for a moment. Maybe he should just give the girl a chance, but he just don't know how to function around strangers anymore. He quickly stood up and helped his dad to carry the things from the car to her apartment. He wanted to know where his dad was but he also didn't want Ry to understand what he was saying so he quickly switched his language over to his native tongue, French.
"Où étiez-vous? Comment pourriez-vous me laisser seul comme ça, ce n'est pas drôle. Qu'est-ce que tu fais? Vous n'avez pas seulement aider cette jeune fille parce qu'elle semblait impuissant, ce n'est pas vous. Qu'est-ce qui se passe ...?"
His dad didn't answer him just gave him a smile and a light fist to his shoulder and walked on. Lancelot didn't like it when the wheels started to turn in that man's head.
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Post by little92miss on Dec 20, 2012 22:42:50 GMT -5
She watched Lancelot's moves, wondering if he would hurt her. His father had turned out to be nice so did that mean that he would be nice also, after all her brother was just like her father, a hunter and probably a good one. She watched him smile at her and visibly calm down. Maybe he was okay after all. She watched him as he stared at the window, wondering what he saw. Suddenly he asked an usual question. She laughed remembering how, just a few hours ago, she had went from getting growled at to getting a place of her own. Yeah, I guess. He growled at me. After we talked for a bit he offered me this place to stay. She stayed where she was, not sure if she should sit beside him or not when Pierre came through the door asking for help. She followed them out the door and grabbed a few bags. As they were about to come back in, their arms full of bags, Lancelot asked something in a language she didn't understand. She shot a confused look at Pierre, wondering if he would tell her what was said.
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