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Post by kittyrin on May 27, 2010 19:54:42 GMT -5
  Castle Oblivion was a Dangerous Place, Ariel knew that, yet she couldn’t help but want to know more about it. Was it the Oldness of the castle? Maybe it was because it was always so mysterious. Perhaps it was because her curiosity always leads her into trouble no matter where she was. It was late; all her sister would be asleep by now. Her father wouldn’t be bugging her either because he would be busy with whatever it was he did. Busy. Busy. Busy. That was Ariel’s father now a day. She rarely got to see him outside of the weekends. Lucky for her it was a weeknight, specifically a Wednesday.
Her sisters would be dead beat tired because this was the day they had all their activities. Ariel was lucky enough to schedule her activities on Friday so that the weekend would be free for her and she could spend the week completely rested. Her flip flops made slapping noises on the concrete as she walked down the street. Ariel wasn’t exactly acting discrete; she was in complete bright colours. Tonight was a hot summer night and if she ahd layered up in black she would have burnt to a crisp before she even reached the Castle.
Her hair was kept up into a ponytail and she regretted not wearing any sunglasses. Although that would have looked strange for her to be wearing sunglasses at night. It reminded her of a song and she giggled as she hummed a verse or two.
The castle wasn’t very far from where Ariel was now, but she walked slowly. When she swam she was as quick as an eel, on land she was slower than a tortoise. A wind ruffled the edges of her summer dress and Ariel pulled it down on instinct, not even noticing that the top dropped farther down as she did. It was a good thing she had her bikini on underneath
 WORD COUNT?! 324~ TAGED?! Open~ NOTES?! 'Ello All~ CREDITS?! Me~ WEARING?! Hurr
MUSIC?! Paparazi - Lady Gaga |
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Post by alice on May 28, 2010 14:38:20 GMT -5
 
Alyson walked around Castle Oblivion trying to find a nice place to leave her mark. Her open white button up blouse fluttered around her in the breeze as well as her thick blonde hair. A plastic bag full of spray paint cans of vary colors was in her hand. It was late, a lot later than Alyson was usually out. Her friends weren't even up and about. Alyson should be in bed, but she wasn't tired, and she felt that pull. The pull of which she had to go out a tag something. And what better place to tag than Castle Oblivion?
She found a nice wide blank wall and smirked. Perfect, she'd tag this spot. She pulled the black can of paint out of the bag and set the others on the ground. Alyson's eyes were peeled wide as she looked for anyone else who might get her in trouble. The familiar rattle of the paint can eased Alyson's find a little. Now, what to paint? She didn't want to paint a flower now.... But maybe....
Grinning, Alyson uncapped the can and began her work. Not too close, not too far, Alyson had become brilliant at tagging, she lightly outlined what she was doing first, some lines, so curves, some angles. Then she started bringing in other colors, blue, yellow, purple, orange, black, red, green, and if Alyson didn't have a color, she'd just lightly cross cross in colors until she got the color she needed.
Slowly the image was coming together, a large mushroom, a smart looking blue caterpillar smoking a hookah, all surrounded by a bunch of flowers. It was a scene from Wonderland, the last place she was before arriving at this world. It was strange, she missed her wonderland, but not her home. Back home there was sadness, and in wonderland there was nonsensical fun. Here, it was a nice in between, normal, with dashes of nonsense.
She stepped back from the wall and smiled her smile. The scene was perfect, edgy, yet classy. But who would know who did it? Alyson had a solution for that, she grabbed the yellow, pink, and blue cans and began to write her signature in large graffiti lettering. Alyson Wonderland.
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Post by kittyrin on May 29, 2010 14:26:40 GMT -5
Ariel was slightly surprised to hear noise when she got to Castle Oblivion. Not extremely surprised because she knew that other people would be out at night, she was slightly surprised because it was a person she knew. Ariel looked from the blonde hair to the wall of the Castle and Gasped. Alyson had created another masterpiece with her tagging. Ariel wasn’t sure why she didn’t report her friend; just that it didn’t seem right in her books to report someone who was only doing something she loved. Ariel walked over, her flip flops making smacking sounds on the ground again as she studied the work of one of her only friends.
“I think it may just be your best work yet.” Ariel said smiling as she looked the graffiti over. It was something from Alyson’s home world, Ariel knew that much. Like anyone else Ariel missed her own home world tremendously. She missed her fins, her friends, swimming with the fishes. She missed being able just relax and not feel so weighed down all the time. If Ariel could curse, she would have.
Ariel turned to Face Alyson and smiled again. “So what brings you out so late?” Ariel asked curiously. She knew she was going to get the same question back but it didn’t matter that much. Ariel would tell Alyson the truth and hope she wouldn’t tell Ariel’s Father on her. If Ariel’s father or sister’s found out, she would be dead by the time she got home. Her family wasn’t very approving of her adventures to Castle Oblivion. There was a cricket chirping off in the background somewhere and Ariel wanted to giggle. The one thing she didn’t miss from her home world was the rule that she couldn’t come to the surface. Now she lived on it. How ironic.
WORD COUNT?! 304~ TAGED?! Alyson-Maggie~ NOTES?! 'Ello All~ CREDITS?! Me~ WEARING?! Hurr
MUSIC?! Noise and Kisses - The Used |
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Post by alice on May 29, 2010 16:52:48 GMT -5
Alyson had a feeling that the person was Ariel before she spoke. Who else would sneak out at night, then not bother to be sneaky? Those flip flops could be heard a mile away. Alyson did not turn to her friend when she spoke. Best work yet? Hardly. This was crap, Caterpillar didn't look a thing like that. Wasn't pompous enough, wasn't wise enough, wasn't condescending enoug. The expressions on the flowers were pitiful. But who could attain perfection with cans of spray paint. She loved spray painting, loved leaving her mark on the world, but sometimes, the imperfections bothered her.
"Not really, Caterpillar doesn't look as wise or as condescending as he is. I could do better," Alyson said, eyes not leaving her still wet image. The wind blew by harshly, making her hair and open white blouse fly about. Alyson was glad that her skirt was so short and made of such strong material. Otherwise it would have flown up and Alyson would have thoroughly been embarrassed even though she was wearing leggings on underneath. But leggings didn't really hide anything, just covered the skin.
Alyson shrugged her covered shoulders, her necklace hit against her stomach as she moved. "Felt like tagging something. I had the pull. Now what are you doing out here? I thought you were the good girl?" Alyson said, finally turning her head to look at her friend. She noticed her dress had pulled down to low in the front, reveling her swimsuit. Alyson reached out and pulled upward on a strap, lifting the neckline higher.
She missed her home world, Alyson did, but she wondered, if there were any possibility of going back, she would go. But which world would she go to? England, or Wonderland? She didn't really want to go back to her England, it was too sad. Alyson was happier in this world, and in Wonderland. Where all the nonsense distracted her.
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