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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 11, 2007 20:44:22 GMT -5
Stevie tilted his head.
"So, those are a lot of money? My parents just gave me this and sent me off..." He shrugged, putting some back into the bag, and put it back into his pocket. When will this trolley come?
(You can rp the trolley... Person... >>)
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 10, 2007 21:10:10 GMT -5
Stevie kept fumbling in his pockets, and eventually pulled out a sack, and poured it out.
It was about thirty galleons, but Stevie didn't know anything about that.
"Yaay! Found it!" Stevie grinned, and slid closer to the door, leaning his guitar on the seat, careful not to mess with the tuning. Sure, he knew how to tune by ear, but he didn't want to mess it up. It meant more hassle for him.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 10, 2007 20:42:54 GMT -5
Stevie laughed as well. But that laughing was cut short when he heard something rumble. Was it...? The faint smell of candy filled the air, and Stevie's eyes widened.
The trolley.
Immediately, he started fishing in his pockets for the money... Where WAS it?
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 10, 2007 19:21:23 GMT -5
Floyd tilted his head slightly, and made his way up to her paw, sniffing it slightly. It blinked a couple of times, staring at her.Then, in the blkink of an eye, it jumped onto the paw, and rushed up to her head, laying there and watching from his newly-acquired perch. Floyd chirped contentedly and rested its head, now happy that he may have made a friend that wasn't a human.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 23:13:03 GMT -5
Stevie watched his prairie dog. It was normally outgoing, basically he just hoped that it wouldn't hop onto its shoulder or head. Or eat it. Stevie would surely hate that. But, all it did was stare right back, unwavering. It was braver than Stevie previously thought. Stevie grinned. They might actually be friendly. That was definitely a plus; his prairie dog was his best friend here. And if someone didn't like his best friend, then he doubted he'd be their friend anymore. Even though this girl was nice... Actually, she may be an exception. He'd have to tell further into time.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 22:40:00 GMT -5
"...Ooooh." Stevie nodded with intrigue. He understood this, surprisingly. He picked up quickly on some things, and others, he didn't. He guessed he was lucky that way.
Meanwhile, the prairie dog was slowly advancing its way to the Kneazle, and eventually got fairly close. It let out a soft chirp-bark, and tilted its head, mainly in greeting. Now, the question: will they be nice to eachother?
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 22:13:53 GMT -5
"...Oh, awesome! She can talk?" His prairie dog perked at this, and hopped back onto the table, veery slowly approaching the half Kneazle. It's large black eyes were wide in curiosity, and it looked as if it was just floating along the table. Stevie blinked, and watched this, attention caught.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 9, 2007 22:03:35 GMT -5
(I know, sorry. >>)
Stevie nodded as she said this. "Half Kneazle? Do you know what the other half is?" Stevie tilted his head slightly and looked at it, smiling. "I like her!" He said. Stevie DID think this Kneazle... Half Kneazle... Was probably a good companion. Of course, he still liked his prairie dog better, but he was his own pet. And he was pocket sized.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 8, 2007 19:23:32 GMT -5
Stevie nodded. "I think so." He was still looking down, though, this was a complicated bit and he was not the best guitarist. Though, he wasn't messing up. That was definitely something to be happy about.
The prairie dog kept chirping, now parading about the table. He wasn't exactly a shy animal...
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 8, 2007 18:34:21 GMT -5
"Floyd, he's a boy." He grinned as the prairie dog sniffed at her fingers for a moment, then pausing, before jumping on her arm and scurrying up to her shoulder, resting there for a bit before hopping off, back to a confused Stevie.
"I think he likes you. Pretty sure." He nodded, blinking. As the prairie dog turned to watch Keladry, Stevie struck a note, which was followed by a chirp of the same tone. Stevie thought a bit... Then started playing another song that is comprised of different single notes, which his prairie dog was chirping along with. This, again, was happy, but more complicated than the last song.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 8, 2007 18:12:07 GMT -5
Stevie looked at it, she was pretty good at drawing.
"You're good at drawing!" He always liked to voice his opinions. But, in all reality, she WAS a good artist. Stevie was a horrible artist, the best person he could draw is a stick figure. And that was still a bit shaky.
Stevie stopped playing once his prairie dog stopped chirping. He finally noticed another person here. He stares at her, wide eyed. Though, he always looked wide eyed. He took a couple hesitant steps out, and tilted its head, standing on its hind legs.
"You can pet him, just don't do it really suddenly. Or hard. And be careful, he likes crawling up people's arms to sit on their shoulders." Stevie blinked, and watched the scene play out. This was either going to end in something good, or a disaster. Hopefully it wouldn't be a disaster; this girl seemed pretty nice.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 8, 2007 17:45:49 GMT -5
"Thanks!" Stevie said, still playing. He was saying 'thanks' a lot. Though, the one thing he regretted, was forgetting to eat breakfast. That was not good at all. Hopefully the CASTLE will have food. Or a trolley. He had been on airplanes before, something like that, he supposed. That would be awesome.
He turned his head to the window, and they were moving. He didn't even notice it. Stevie was hoping he could see when they take off, but meh. You can't always get what you want.
As he finished the song with a simply chord, he grinned. He loved that song, too. His prairie dog, though, hadn't stopped chirping. Now, it was making up its own tune. Stevie blinked, and started to play along. Right now, he let his hands, and his prairie dog, do the work.
"So, whatcha drawin'?" Stevie asked, curious.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 8, 2007 17:04:50 GMT -5
"Thanks!" Stevie grinned to himself, and started playing. It was a rather catchy tune, and a happy one at that. Stevie liked this song the best, actually. He loved this song. If he could, he'd play it all day, but then it would lose its touch. It wasn't overly complicated, and had a catchy riff before going into a nice chorus that.
And, of course, his prairie dog started chirping along, bouncing around on Stevie's side of the table. The chirping went right along with the song, and made it all the more happy, especially with him scampering all around the table.
The best part about this song? It's long, simple to Stevie, and it's one that could brighten days. So, Stevie could talk while playing it. He had developed that when he was talking to his friends back home.
"Like it?" He asked, looking up, and still playing. Hooray for multitasking.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 5, 2007 20:03:51 GMT -5
"Okay." He wasn't sure whether he'd be considered a friend of hers or not, so he simply left it at that. He shook his head, and let Kel in, smiling himself.
"So glad another first year sat here..." He had a look of relief on his face. He really was extremely glad another first year sat with him, and who could blame him? He would definitely be uncomfortable with an older person sitting with him, just because of the age difference. He would pretty much be afraid to speak up, and he'd just sink back into the corner for the whole ride. Now, he'd feel comfortable. This was definitely a good thing, as Stevie gets slightly jittery when he's uncomfortable.
Stevie picked up his guitar, and was about to play it before looking up to Kel.
"Do you mind?"
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 5, 2007 19:31:50 GMT -5
"Yay, another first year! Hi!" Stevie beamed. This was exactly what he had wanted. Apparently, luck was on his side, today.
"My name's Stevie Copeland." He said to her, as he nodded, signaling that he'd like her to sit, with just a hint of a hopeful look. If she didn't sit with him, then either he'd be alone, or with an older person. That was definitely not an environment Stevie could thrive in.
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