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Post by magnus on Jul 30, 2009 21:20:17 GMT -5
Chairman Meow sighed, clearly irritated.
Magnus nodded his head. "Quite dreadful," he agreed, popping another piece of candy corn in his mouth. Chairman Meow watched disapprovingly, but the warlock ignored him, focusing on the hideous outfit that was being displayed on his TV screen. It was absolutely revolting--how poorly people could dress if they really set their minds to it. "--oh, please," he muttered impatiently. "Throw it in the trash already!" With a huff, he tossed a piece of candy corn at the TV, which gave a little "plink" and then bounced onto the rug somewhere. Chairman Meow growled, then hopped down from his former spot on Magnus's lap and headed off to scout for said candy corn.
He'd been watching What Not to Wear episodes all morning from his bar-stool at the kitchen counter. When he'd first trudged into his kitchen that morning, grumbling about a message he'd received from the Clave, he'd put his bumble-bee slippers on, grabbed a box of Count Chocula, and settled down, slumped against the marble counter. For a little bit, he'd browsed channels, stopping whenever something remotely caught his interest, but that had tired him after a while. Besides, he had fifteen epidsodes of What Not to Wear to catch up on, and Alec was out again--god knew where.
He sighed, lifting up his arm to check the time. Frowning, he tapped each of the four neon watches on his wrist. There was no way it was four-thirty in the morning, or one-fifty-six in the middle of the night, or seven at night, or five-twenty-seven in the evening. Annoyed, he looked towards the window, where the sun was shining brightly. It couldn't be past noon, he supposed, so he was still good for lounging around. For the time being, no one had hired him to do anything, so he was free to do whatever he wanted. He had considered throwing a party--but he was in no mood whatsoever to leave the apartment. For now, the warlock would have to settle with re-runs and Count Chocula.
Chairman Meow mewed, having found the piece of candy, and Magnus got up and sauntered into the living room. He plopped on the couch, laying his arm on the tabby that had jumped up onto the cushion next to him. "When do you think Alexander will return?" he asked absent-mindedly, twirling one of his glitter-encased spikes around his finger. Chairman Meow growled.
He and Alec had always been a little on the jealous side.
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n__n; this is so damn short. was lazy.
whoever posts should know that i
post like. erm. 800ish. not this piece of crap. D': |
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Post by priscilla on Aug 5, 2009 0:39:10 GMT -5
Maia walked up the stairs to her apartment slowly. She had gotten up early to go to work and been halfway there before she had realized that it was her day off. All she wanted to do right now was crawl back into bed and sleep. But lately she had been having strange nightmares about her ex, the one who had turned her into a werewolf. The nightmares sent shivers down her spine. Maia couldn't put her finger on what it was about them that scared her, she could barely even remember them, but it gave her goosebumps just thinking about them. She shook her head to stop thinking about the nightmares, then mounted the last few steps that led to her apartment.
As Maia reached her door, she started to rummage through her bag for her keys. She looked in the pocket she usually kept them in, but they weren't there. Not in one of the two outside pockets, or in her wallet, or at the bottom underneath that thick layer of junk. Maia dropped her purse and began frantically searching her pockets. She couldn't have forgotten her keys, she never forgot her keys. But after turning her bag upside down and rooting through every single thing and turning each of her pockets inside out, she had to admit that she really had forgotten her keys.
Maia put all her stuff back into her purse and decided to go to Isabelle's to borrow her phone, she had forgotten her phone too, and call a locksmith. Now would be a good time to produce a spare key from under her doormat, sadly though; she had neither. Maia jogged back down the stairs to Isabelle's apartment and began to bang on her door. "Izzy! Izzy, open up! I need to borrow your phone! Isabelle!!" Maia swore and stopped pounding her fist on the door. Isabelle was either still asleep, not home, or ignoring her entirely. Maia glared resentfully off into the distance. This day was so not shaping up to be a good one.
She started up the stairs once more, trying to figure out what to do and where to go. There was always Luke's, but Maia didn't want to bother him. Simon would probably help her, but that wasn't very appealing either. She had to do something though, she couldn't just sit outside all day until someone came along and decided to take pity on her. A stray cat meowed loudly on the street, breaking her train of thought. And then it hit her. Alec and Magnus lived here too, she could borrow their phone. After thinking for a moment about which apart was theirs, she slew up the stairs, and started knocking on their door. "Magnus, Alec? It's Maia. I need to borrow your phone."
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Post by magnus on Aug 19, 2009 22:34:18 GMT -5
Chairman Meow, he had discovered in a previous s'mores accident, was not quite fond of marshmallows. So, whenever a marshmallow reared its ugly head, the tabby was beyond flustered. Unfortunately, this was one of those occasions, and as soon as he had changed the channel to encore. Ghostbusters flashed across the screen, and the disturbing image of the giant Stay-Puft Marshmallow. Chairman Meow arched his back, hissed, and jumped off the couch. As the warlock cried out, the cat darted under and into the dark depths below. Quickly, the man changed the channel to a gameshow (Deal or No Deal, if you must know) and scrambled off the couch, getting down onto his hands and knees in search of his cat.
"It's gone," he cooed, reaching a hand under the couch in an attempt to find the cat. Chairman Meow mewled quietly. Magnus reached his arm in further, wincing as his fifty watches pushed down on his skin. Finally, the cat slinked out beside him, and he recovered his arm from the Cavern of Evil. He flipped around, his back to the bottom of the couch, and turned up the volume on the TV. Three cases to go. This was it. Would he win the million? He doubted it; people who went on these shows almost certainly never won. That's why he preferred to watch shows like What Not to Wear and Top Model. After all, there was always a winner somehwere--not to mention the fact that formerly fashion-distressed men and women were transformed.
Then, the knocking started. Magnus's head whipped to face the door, which shook a little from the force. He frowned, unable to make out the wodrs over the noise of the audience clapping, and turned to Chairman Meow. "It must be someone from the Clave," he muttered, annoyed. Alec had a key, right?--and pretty much anyone else was unwelcome at this hour in the morning. If they wanted him to do something, the least they could've done was call, especially for before-noon-time. The knocking, however, got louder. He swore under his breath and crawled further away from the couch, laying on his back and sprawling out his limbs. The knocking rang through his ears, and Chairman Meow frowned disapprovingly. "Quick, play possum!" The tabby crawled next to him and plopped, its back pressed to the carpet.
For a few moments, they laid there, and then the warlock frowned and muttered something under his breath. "Oh," Magnus groaned, looking over as the person at his door proceeded to knock with more force. "Must I solve everyone's dilemmas?" With a last sigh, he pushed himself up again and snapped, the few last bits of dust falling off the back of his shirt. The warlock scowled and headed to the door, pulling it open with such force that he staggered back a foot or so. Upon realizing who it was, he let out another dramatic sigh, and looked the girl up and down. "Yes? What is it?" He waited a few moments, and then added, "I don't have all morning. I'm a very wanted person, you should know."
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Post by priscilla on Aug 23, 2009 22:53:28 GMT -5
Maia couldn't believe she had forgotten her keys. How could she have forgotten her keys? It was one of those things she didn't want to ever admit to anyone else, especially since she had forgotten her phone too. She felt incredibly stupid. Her keys were probably sitting on her kitchen table and her phone was most likely lying on her bedside table. Those were both places that she looked at quite frequently in the morning so it wasn't like they were somewhere she could easily forget to grab them. It was a blonde moment, and she didn't have many of those.
But at least she was alone when this one had happened. Maia remembered that in the fifth grade she had been in the school spelling bee and forgotten how to spell cereal. It had been extremely embarrassing because it was one of the easiest words on the list and because it was in front of the whole school. They had all watched, and laughed, as she stammered, blushed, and spelled it c-e-a-r-e-l. To make matters worse, she had tripped while leaving the stage. She had gotten teased for weeks after that incident; it had been her worst blonde moment yet, but this one was a close second.
Hopefully she wouldn't have anymore anytime soon. Not being able to get back into her apartment was really putting a damper on her day. After realizing that she didn't have to work she had made, mental, plans to just relax today. Take a nap, maybe watch a little TV, do a crossword puzzle. Now that was ruined; how could she relax when she didn't have a way to get into her apartment? Maia wished that she knew how to pick a lock. Being able to pull the bobby pin out of her hair and expertly twisting it to unlock her door would be very convenient right about now. Too bad she didn't have a criminal record.
Maia sighed and crossed her arms. How long had she been waiting out here for Alec or Magnus to open the door? It felt like forever. When Magnus finally did open it he looked mad. He was scowling and had opened the door so hard that he had stumbled a few steps back. Maia had never seen Magnus mad before. She stared at him for a little bit before regaining her composure. "I need to borrow your phone. I'm locked out of my apartment." She felt it was better to be direct with him. No unwanted pleasantries or forced conversation.
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