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Post by cdevil on May 15, 2011 11:20:15 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - YOU'VE WON THE BATTLE but I've won the wardrobe!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In Memory, Maine the weather in September doesn't stay warm for very long, which makes Ella Devillin a very happy person, or rather the happiest she can be, which is shown by a little more than a smirk. Memory is the perfect place for her to live and wear her trademark fur outfits all year long. Today she was sporting her white mink calf length fur coat with her zebra striped three piece skirt suit underneath and her black lace stilettos. The sun was shining but the temperature leveled off around 59. Ella was walking to town from her three story gray stone mansion on Sinister Lane which is painted white with black spots periodically placed on the building. Ella was on her third cigarette of the morning,(it was only nine after all). Ella and Cruella were in a heated discussion over the latest fashion trend of tiger stripes. Ella liked the new style and thought that all tigers whether white or orange made for a lovely fur coat and a divine fur trimmed lady's hat( the over-sized, kind), while Cruella held stead fast to her dream of the dalmatian spotted fur coat and other pieces of clothing. As evident from the house the host and spirit share, Cruella usually got her way, not that Stella ever truly differed from what Cruella liked or wanted. However, the dalmatian obsession has been getting stronger as the years have gone by. Ella just recently brought a black and white border collie, hoping to shut Cruella up for a little while. By the time Ella had reached the corner to the grocery store she had finished her third cigarette and was half way through her fourth. Those puppies really needed to show up before lung cancer killed her body and Cruella found herself without a host. Ella stood outside the grocery store grumbling to Cruella but to any outsider it seemed to be directed at herself. "We're going with tiger stripes and fur, get over it woman!"
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Post by jerry on May 22, 2011 0:16:31 GMT -5
Jerry was having yet another argument with Scar's rather annoying spirit. Scar's spirit was hungry and they just basically moved in their new home last night, so they didn't really have anything to eat. Jerry is a bit on the lazy side and didn't feel like rushing to the store just yet, but Scar insisted that they did and so with an irritable grumble Jerry hopped in his car and took off for the closest grocery store. On his way there, Jerry barely paid attention to his new home town's surroundings as he was in too much of a hurry. He wanted to hurry there, get everything quickly and leave- anything to make Scar's voice shut up! Jerry has always viewed Scar's spirit as an obnoxious parasite albeit a necessary one that had its uses, which Jerry hopes to someday exploit.
Upon his arrival, Jerry got out of his car and proceeded to the small grocery store and once there he noticed a very well dressed woman. It did not take both Jerry and Scar long to realize that she was a fashion plate who had a...particular interest in wearing animal fur. Unsurprisingly with Scar inside him, this, the very way she was dressed angered Jerry considerably. He just gave her a long, hard glare and turned his nose up at her before he turned his attention to the door and he was just about to forget this woman and enter when her cigarette's smoke caught his nose.
Instantly the smoke caused Jerry to feel...funny causing him to look back at the woman with new interest. So there he stood, staring at her with one hand on the door. At last after moments he finally found the right words and used them, "um...um, why hello there. I see you enjoy...smoking. Well, I hope you don't think me rude, but really what is with all the animal fur you are wearing? It's not *that* cold. Just what is it you are hoping to tell people by wearing this...?" Jerry questioned in his thick English accent, his piercing green eyes looking right at her. Jerry couldn't explain it, but the cigarette's smoke somehow...attracted his attention to her otherwise he would not have spoke a word to her and went inside.
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Post by shere on Jun 3, 2011 0:18:31 GMT -5
is this another death by misadventure?tell me what you got what you really got Having poured buckets yesterday, the humidity and the heat had plummeted in Memory, Maine. In fact it was nearly down right chilly for the still-summer month, and uncharacteristically Shere had to put on long pants today rather than his usual cargo shorts. He hadn't worn these jeans in a while, which was obvious to him the moment he slid a leg into them this morning - the fabric was nearly as stiff as it was when he bought them. But his wardrobe aside, Shere was on a very important mission this unseasonably cold day:
He needed to buy groceries.
The cupboards had been bare for weeks, and Shere had basically resorted to buying extra food at the school cafeteria to tide him over, or eating the remaining jar of jelly without bread (no, he wasn't above eating condiments. The man loathed food shopping). Deciding it was probably high time he purchase actual food, Shere headed out the door, walked the few streets from his house to the center of town, and ended up at Ed's Grocery. Whoever the hell Ed actually was.
He was just going over the things he needed in his head (his brows furrowed as he concentrated, head bent towards to the ground) when he looked up and saw a sight sick enough to make his stomach turn.
Stella Devillin, dripping in animal fur.
Shere stopped in his tracks, the hair on the back of his neck and hands standing on edge. The goosebumps were visible on his freckled arms and a chill shook his shoulders that had nothing to do with the weather. Shere Khan roared deafeningly in his head, and Shere himself heartily agreed with the tiger's outrage. Fashionable fur. The reason Shere Khan hated mankind - the poachers that killed for animal's high-price-fetching fur was enough to fill his mind with murderous thoughts. So far, those thoughts had translated to Shere being an intense animal rights activist (though no one seemed to suspect this of him) and countless times now he'd been arrested for violently protesting fur fashion shows - Stella's own shows having been ruined once or twice by the redhead. But seeing Stella standing there, so nonchalantly pulling on her cigarette and wearing enough fur to make Shere physically ill... Well, suddenly Shere Khan's idea of murder didn't seem half bad.
Shere strode purposely over to Stella and shouldered his way past the man stuttering in the doorway. "Stella," he growled as he towered over her, his face close to hers, "isn't your wardrobe missing something? A splash of red paint, perhaps? Wouldn't that just make the ensemble!" Oh, what he wouldn't give to tear that coat to shreds...
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Post by cdevil on Jun 13, 2011 10:02:21 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - YOU’VE WON THE BATTLE, but I’m about to win the wardrobe- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not long after Ella's outburst, did a man walk by her and then stop to trip over his words. One thing Ella couldn't stand was people wasting her time, every minute was worth hundreds to her and anyone that wasted more than three, was doomed. The other thing that annoyed Ella to no end, was when people with hardly any sense of fashion, questioned her about her fashion. While she was popular and famous for using fur, she was still a fashion tycoon that used other materials. She wouldn't have been surprised if her logo was on the inside of this man's clothes, although, by his tone of voice, he might be. Ella drew in a long drag as she turned to face the annoying, mumbling, bumbling man. She blew the smoke directly into his face before speaking to him. "And what do you mean to tell people by wearing that outfit, the outfit I have dictated is expectable to wear in public. You, boy, don't even know who I am, nor do I care who you are. But I am, St..." "Stella, isn't your wardrobe missing something? A splash of red paint, perhaps? Wouldn't that just make the ensemble!"Ella took another drag and another long exhale. "Shere, I'm surprised you're still not in jail for your last stunt at my fashion show.Yes, I am well aware that it is you who destroyed my countless hours of work. What are you doing in this town? Shall I start the paperwork on a restraining order?" Ella detested Shere Caine, probably just as much as he detested her. He had ruined quite a few thousand dollars worth of materials, time and labor on more than just one occasion. If only he was animal with fur, she'd kill him and make him into the best outfit she could design and display it all around the world. It was a great disappointment to Ella that there was nothing she could turn him into, since he was human. One day, she would get Shere Caine and she would get him good.
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Post by jerry on Jun 13, 2011 12:47:30 GMT -5
Jerry opened his mouth to say something else when this...this woman dared to blow more smoke in his face causing Scar to roar angrily inside his head while Jerry just glared at her. 'Why that...that blasted female, how dare she blow smoke at us and treat us as though we were ignorant trash?' Jerry complained to Scar to which Scar responded, 'I couldn't agree more. Just hearing her go on makes me sick and those clothes! Really, so distasteful!' 'Hmph! She's the one with no fashion sense not us!' Jerry thought back. 'Well don't just stand there complaining to me about it. Tell her how exactly how we feel and show her no mercy!' 'I think I just might,' Jerry assured.
Jerry just smiled pleasantly at her. Although, his smile was definitely fake. "And I suppose you are under the impression that I give a flying crap of who...you are and what it is you do? But really now I could care less of who you are because frankly my dear you've just insulted me," he snarled right back in his English accent.
But it wasn't long before the two were so conveniently interrupted by a young man who appeared around his own age. Now Jerry wouldn't have minded being interrupted as he wanted very little interaction with this...fashion plate as possible except for the fact this other man practically shoved him to the side as though he were nothing, which angered both he and Scar considerably since they both want respect. Jerry just shot him a glare and marched right over to him. "I'm terribly sorry, but as you can plainly see me and this...woman are having a conversation here. So why don't you just run along and get back to your business. There's a good lad," Jerry told him with a slight snicker. 'That'll teach him to interrupt me when I am speaking,' Jerry thought. Now this other young man at least appeared to be just as disgusted if not more so at the fashion plate whose name he revealed to be Stella. 'Hmmm...interesting name,' Jerry thought. "Stella, isn't your wardrobe missing something? A splash of red paint, perhaps? Wouldn't that just make the ensemble!" Were the other man's words. Jerry couldn't help, but laugh at that one. "That's not all she's missing. She's also missing some...pig's blood there," he said, pointing at Stella's head, "and well everywhere really."
'What are you doing?' Scar asked inside his head. 'Uh, referencing Carrie,' Jerry answered back. Scar sighed. 'No. No, not that. I am referring to the fact that you agreeing with him. He just insulted you...us and here you are acting like you don't care,' Scar reminded. Jerry frowned. 'Well, I was just sort of thinking that maybe... Well, he doesn't like this Stella person either, so he can't be all that bad,' Jerry reminded right back. 'I see... Hmmm...perhaps you are onto something here after all,' Scar said thoughtfully.
From the content of their conversation, Jerry found out that this Stella person was a fashion designer who skinned animals and turned them into fashionable clothers. 'Of course, that does make sense,' Jerry thought. And that this other young man whose name Stella revealed as Shere was an animal rights protester who keeps interrupting Stella's shows and ruining them. He chuckled at that. 'This guy is sounding less, less terrible all the time,' he thought to himself. 'I must admit, I am really starting to like this guy,' Scar thought. 'And who knows we might even become...friends,' Jerry suggested and after a few moments of silence from both of them both he and Scar erupted in laughter. The very idea of them being friends with anyone was...humorous really.
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Post by shere on Jun 14, 2011 16:07:51 GMT -5
is this another death by misadventure?tell me what you got what you really got Shere's eyes were golden with rage, his hands were balled into fists by his sides. Stella Devillin, the tiger growled in his head, filling Shere's thoughts with murder, clearly doesn't know who she's dealing with. So blatantly parading around wearing the skin of another... Why have you done so little, Human? Why haven't you let me kill her?! Shere didn't answer the tiger... It was difficult enough to restrain himself from ripping the coat off her bony shoulders and setting it ablaze without also having to worry about a murderous voice in his head. If Shere got out of this situation with everyone alive, he needed to check into some therapy. This dual personality thing wasn't doing him any favors.
"Shere, I'm surprised you're still not in jail for your last stunt at my fashion show. Yes, I am well aware that it is you who destroyed my countless hours of work. What are you doing in this town? Shall I start the paperwork on a restraining order?" Shere opened his mouth to answer her (using words decidedly less civilized), but was interrupted by the same man he'd walked past a moment ago. The stuttering, hesitating joke of a man was still here? "I'm terribly sorry, but as you can plainly see me and this... woman are having a conversation here. So why don't you just run along and get back to your business. There's a good lad," the man said in a heavy northern accent, one Shere placed at about Liverpool. He straightened and turned around to examine the much shorter man and found he was hardly impressed by his apparent newly found confidence. "Get in line, 'lad'," Shere mocked in his own accent (though adding a northern twang on the word 'lad') and pressed a hand to the guy's chest, pushing him lightly out of the way.
But that hardly seemed to phase the other man. "That's not all she's missing. She's also missing some...pig's blood there," he added to Shere's own suggestion at red paint, but between the roaring tiger and the smoking woman and the talkative man, he was honestly about ready to snap (he half expected his brain to melt and drip out his ears). He shook his head to clear it slightly, but again returned his attention to Stella. "Look, I should think by now you'd've gotten the message that your 'fashion' isn't exactly appreciated around here, especially considering the town you're in," Shere struggled to keep his voice calm, and was doing a surprisingly effective job considering Shere Khan was now chanting Mur-Der-Er! Mur-Der-Er! in his head. "A lot of these people are animals, Stella. How would like it if someone skinned your mum and wore her for a cape in the winter?" Oh, that's a thrilling idea! Shere Khan enthused. I say we try that next!
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