The first glance, and i'm not looking back {Myssi}

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STARRING!
-*FREDDIE!

With the accompaniment of
-*ALBERT!
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Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in

Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been

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Left, right, left, right. The boy played those two words over in his head as he walked. He had no idea why, he just did. He kept his eyes on the pebbled path his feet stumbled over clumsily. His pale face suddenly upturned to the perfectly painted blue sky, patched of white mass dotted around the land scape and just to the left shone the dancing ball of fire named the sun. He sighed blissfully, pulling down the rim of his top hat, which perched on his dark messy locks, to block the assaulting rays of the sun. Yes, his head gear was a top hat, in his hand he held a cane. His style was eccentric, but it also suited the young Londoner. His trance was abruptly ripped from his grasp with a sharp bark. The bark announced to him that Albert had had enough of being ignored and now wanted his master to throw the stupidly large stick he had gathered. The hairy mass in the form of an Old English Sheepdog beamed at his master, the stick lodged firmly in his grasp. Freddie chuckled, lowering to Albert's height and locked his hands around each side of the massive stick, well more of a branch really. Albert, sensing his favorite game was about to occur, locked his stance and tightened his grip on the wood. Freddie rolled his dancing blue oracles and grinned at his canine. He locked his knees and rose slightly. He pulled back on the stick, Albert pulling the other way and they commenced in their epic battle of "Tug-a-war". Freddie glanced around briefly and then heard the thud before he felt it. His behind smacked against the rough path, Hands still on the stick but Albert had left the branch. Freddie looked around in surprise to see his canine sat on his haunches, a great big beaming smile upon his fluffy face. Freddie let out a roll of laughter, marking down in his head mentally how many times he had fallen for Albert's ever occurring trick. Eleventh time this month. You are such a clever bugger. he chuckled at his still beaming dog.

Freddie settled under the large oak tree. His back pressed against the thick trunk and his sketch pad opened on his lap. Albert had grown of their games and had thrown himself down onto his stomach beside Freddie. The dog's head rest on his front paws and his coal oracles were hidden by the thick mass of fur. George ruffled his head briefly before settling into drawing the pond which sat in front of them. His tongue poked slightly out of his pursed mouth as he concentrated, his brow furrowed and his nose scrunched in pure focus of his subject.

WORDS! 459
TAGGED! Myssi!
LYRICS! Good Morning, Good Morning- The Beatles
NOTES! Meh, suckish tbh. >_<
OUTFIT! Click!

[lorilie]

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Melissa & Sparks[/center][/font][/size]

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Hypothetically, maybe you and me, were meant to be,
In love together...

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Melissa Whitcombe was, for the first time in nearly two weeks, content. Spencer Dalca was slowly, but surely, recovering from the accident that had very nearly killed him. And now, she finally got to spend time with, Sparks, her year old Dalmatian. Girl and canine walked side by side over the dewy lawn of fresh green grass, Melissa humming softly, and Sparks scanning the trees. He suddenly gave a quiet whuffing nose, something between and bark and huff of breath. The blond fourteen year old looked in the direction of the thing catching the dog's blue orbs, but then scoffed at him with amusement.
"Sparks! Honestly, love, that is NOT a Bandersnatch. It's not ever a Hinkelfaerie, or a Hobsgoblin, or a Grindytiul, for that matter. If you going to hunt something, do it right!" She chuckled and ruffled the creatures eyes, her eyes bright as she moved on.
The "thing" Sparks had noticed was actually a dog and a boy, a boy who appeared to be her age. His curious clothes had caught her eye, but beyond the charming old attire, she'd really only given him a glance, and had smiled at the sight of his beautiful sheepdog, who was far hairier than her humble spotted yearling. She moved on from the pair though, an acting thought coming suddenly to her head as they so often did. It wasn't a huge idea, just a small line from Alice in Wonderland, but nevertheless, Melissa glanced at her pup and grinned coyly, asking him in her English accent, after clearing her throat to rough it to the appropriate tone.
"Sparks, have you any idea how a raven is like a writing desk?"
The dog cocked his floppy-eared head, and allowed his pink tongue to lop from his maw, causing Melissa to giggle and fondle his head as they pressed onward down the path, side by side, no leashes connecting them, save the leash of their bond.

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WORDS! Too lazy to count.
TAGGED! Syncydoodle.
LYRICS! "Hypothetically" by Lonestar
NOTES! I'm too lazy to come up with my own format for the notes other stuff down here, so I stole yours. Kinda.
OUTFIT! Right Here

[Sync]

STARRING!
-*FREDDIE!

With the accompaniment of
-*ALBERT!
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Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in

Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been

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Freddie's eyes were locked on the pond ahead of him as his pencil glided over the yellowing paper of his sketch pad. His brow wasn't as wrinkled now, he was coming toward the end of his sketch. His tongue still poked slightly from his lips and then his trance was ripped from him. A distance woof sounded and Albert responded, his furry mass lifting too swiftly for Freddie to stop his canine. The sheepdog threw himself into a run to greet the other dog, which to Freddie seemed to be a Dalmatian, and was not listening to his master calling after him hysterically. The boy grumbled to himself and closed up his sketchpad, tucking it under his arm and stuffing his pencil into his pocket. He lifted his cane so that it wouldn't get caught in the ground as he ran, and sprinted after his ignorant dog. ALBERT! GET BACK HERE! he called out to the white and gray mass, his English accent ringing out strongly. Albert had already reached the dog though, And Freddie prayed that the Dalmatian was not vicious. If it was, Albert wouldn't know what to do. He was just a stupid dog that acted upon impulse, assuming that everything liked him. Freddie finally reached the d**n canine and straightened up, puffing slightly and stepping back a step. He hadn't seen the girl, and hadn't expected to stop quite so close to her. His hand placed on his side, clutching it slightly. Didn't think I was that unfit. he chuckled to the girl, his hand swooping down to grab Albert's collar. His words were now addressed to the canine who was looking up to his master stupidly, his pink slimy tongue hanging out of his gaping jaws. Now, you listen here mister! You DO NOT run off anymore. his hand lowered to the dogs head and he placed a finger at the side of Albert's head. Nothing's going in, is it boy? Why do I bother? he asked the dog, his head shaking in defeat. Albert was just stupid, but it also added to the dogs appeal. He always kept Freddie busy.

Good morrow miss. I'm Freddie Giles. he asked with a cheeky grin, his favorite. His vocals were confident, no worry about this boy being shy. He just couldn't do it. And this is, if you didn't hear my shouting earlier, Albert. My pain in the butt. he chuckled, ruffling the Old English Sheepdog's ears. Whom may you be? Or, am I unworthy of your title? he asked with a charming grin. His blue oracles swooped over her body, taking in the blonde hair to the sneakers. He glued in the mental picture, she was his new subject to draw. She looked around his age. His first meeting of a BRRA academy student, and what an honor she seemed to be already.

WORDS! 478
TAGGED! Myssi!
LYRICS! Good Morning, Good Morning- The Beatles
NOTES! I loves Freddie already!
OUTFIT! Click!

[lorilie]

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Melissa & Sparks[/center][/font][/size]

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Hypothetically, maybe you and me, were meant to be,
In love together...

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The girl was caught off guard when a sudden shouting sounded behind her, as was the Dalmatian at her side. The pair turned, and Melissa's bright multishaded eyes widened as her orbs caught sight of the magnificent Old English Sheepdog bounding towards herself and Sparks.The yearling canine wagged his whiplike tail, his tongue out and panting, drool occasionally dripping from his open maw as his clear blue eyes sparkled with friendship.

Melissa then noticed the old fashioned lad running behind the creature, and smiled at the sight of him. As the dog reached her and Sparks, she knelt down and fondled his head smiling at him as he attempted to lick her face. She allowed a small doggy kiss on the cheek, then stood when the boy reached her as well. Smiled as he panted to her about his fitness, and replied with a coy look in her eye. "I'm sure you're not. It might be those charming clothes." Her voice was sincere, for Melissa was never one to lie. Sparks was still sniffing the other dog's muzzle as his new companion was captured. Melissa waited until the boy had ceased speaking to the dog, not awkward at all because she did it all the time, and smiled as he introduced himself and his dog.

"Salutations, Freddie Giles, and greetings, dear Albert." she grinned at the pair. "I'm sure you're more than worthy to know my name, Albert, but I'm no published book, so I've no title. But, I'm formally dubbed Melissa Whitcombe. But, I'll respond to any calling or nickname. And my speckled shadow here is Sparks." She took a breath after the introdution before continuing. "We were just Bandersnatch hunting. Would you like to join us, Freddie and Albert?"

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WORDS! Too lazy to count.
TAGGED! Syncydoodle.
LYRICS! "Hypothetically" by Lonestar
NOTES! I officially adore Freddie. And Sparks. Sparks is the s---.
OUTFIT! Right Here

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STARRING!
-*FREDDIE!

With the accompaniment of
-*ALBERT!
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Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in

Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been

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He looked up to her when she suggested it was his clothes. Oh no. he said solemnly. I always run in these sort of clothes. My Gym teacher hated me for it. he told her, actually telling the truth. Freddie was a strange one. Once he had spoken with his canine, he listened to her introductions and smiled. I am yet to be sure. I feel that you are too grand for my presence. he smiled. When she asked him to hunt for Bandersnatches, his blue oracles lit up. I would be overjoyed at the opportunity to accompany you and Sparks there. he beamed, his hand releasing from Albert's collar. His canine obviously had a bone to pick with Freddie. He sat to his haunches, glaring at his master. Freddie turned and dropped to Albert's size and looked to the dog. The canine's body began to quiver with excitement, but he portrayed no other emotions upon his face. Well, Freddie couldn't really see because of the mass of fur, but he didn't have his signature goofy grin plastered over his ivory face. Now Albert, Just because I told you off doesn't mean you should throw a hissy fit. he told the canine, rolling his blue oracles. He looked to Melissa, a brief look of apology over his face. Sorry, when he gets an idea in his thick head, there is no way it's leav- He didn't finish his sentence, a ball of fur smacked into him. Ooft. he exclaimed, falling heavily onto his back. Albert stood over him, his now grinning face right in Freddie's. What am I going to do with you? he asked, shoving the no so light from him. The dog bounded over to Sparks, now happy he'd gotten back at his master. The boy scrambled to his feet, chuckling quietly. He did actually enjoy Albert's antics. Okay! Now I'm ready. he announced to Melissa, his chuckling turning to laughter.

WORDS! 323
TAGGED! Myssi!
LYRICS! Good Morning, Good Morning- The Beatles
NOTES! It was short, so I added the Albert thing and then it really bulked up (': It's pretty crap though >_<
OUTFIT! Click!

[lorilie]

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Melissa & Sparks[/center][/font][/size]

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Hypothetically, maybe you and me, were meant to be,
In love together...

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"Too grand?" She laughed. "Oh but you are far too grand for my presence, Freddie. All I can be found in is a pair of ratty old jens, sneakers, a t-shirt, and an old hat, and you think I grand? Are you sure that some old eyewear is not in order?" She smiled at Sparks, who wagged his tail as though agreeing.

The girl giggled aat Albert's sudden display of strength and adoration of his master. It was an adorable sight to her. She smiled at the sheepdog as he returned to Sparks, who dipped his upper torso into a play bow. She began walking, taking a note that Freddie had a sketchbook under one arm. She might inquire later into his artistic skill, but it was no time to ask about that now.

The sun shone brightly on the pair while the trees dappled them. She scanned the trees for the ever evasive Bandersnatch, while asking Freddie; "So, have you ever hunted a Bandersnatch before, Freddie Giles?" Her voice was curious yet mild, as though she really didn't mind if he'd never hunted before. Her easygoing demenor floated the afternoon's air like a fish in soft water. Melissa looked at Sparks, who was playing with Albert a ways off, smiling at the sight of the pair. "Sparks is training to be a Bander hunter. He's the best I've trained so far."

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WORDS! Too lazy to count.
TAGGED! Syncydoodle.
LYRICS! "Hypothetically" by Lonestar
NOTES! Sorry it sucks. D:
OUTFIT! Right Here

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Freddie loped easily aside the blonde girl, whom he was already growing fond of. His mind trapezed back to when she had said she was not grand enough for his presence, contradicting his earlier statement. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips, but didn't respond. It was too late now. His blue oracles swiveled toward her once she began to speak and shook his head at her question. I'm sorry to say, I have not.

[/b] he said sadly, he knew he was missing out on something. When she spoke of Sparks, his own orbs went to the pair of gallivanting canines. There is no hope with Albert. He's not the brightest crayon in the box.[/b] he told her, a cheeky grin upon his features. Only then did he note her fellow English accented lyrics. If you don't mind me asking, what part of England do you originate from, 'Mam?[/b] he inquired, his orbs now on her.

His hand went to his sketch pad under his arm, unfolding it and pulling out his pencil. He was about to form a very, very difficult task. Drawing while walking. Not the smartest of his ideas, but! he had perfected this art a few years ago. His subjects were the two playing canines. The mass of gray and white fur circling madly around the spotted black and white short haired figure. Albert was now down on his forelegs, his slimy tongue hanging out of his gaping maw. CLICK! went the imaginary camera which belonged in Freddie's mind. The pencil connected with the rough paper, sketching the image he had just captured. He sensed he was getting to close to a bench, and veered slightly to the left, his arm brushing against Melissa's as he did so. His head pulled up briefly, flashing a sheepish smile to the girl and then attention back to the sketch pad. So, Melissa. What does Bandersnatch hunting actually consist of?[/b] he asked, his eyes still on the pad.[/blockquote][/font][/size][/center]

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wordcount: three-three-one
outfit: CLICK?!
lyrics to: mayday parade - miserable at best
notes: worst post this thread :/
muse: forced!
credit to: JESH @ CAUTION 2.0 <3
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[lorilie]

Melissa cocked her head at the sheepdog. "Wouldn't say that. everyone has potential."

As she sat next to him, her eyes carefully analyzing his obviously immense talent for drawing, she chuckled at his remark. Well a Bandersnatch... It looks like this."

From her pocket she pulled a piece of sketchpaper, unfolded it, and showed it to him.

"This is a Bandersnatch Freddie." She smiled to him as he examied the picture. "Sorry about the horrid quality. I've yet to see one up clse, and I was going off memory."