on forgotten graves you cry
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impyPrinci vs. Death
Early Sunday morning, Miss Princi wandered off away from the fairly new apartment. Hours ticked by and Nick had stopped playing cartoons, so Alice was a little worried. She sent Doom Kitty out to look for Princi.
Doom looked at the club, but no one was there. Tried asking various factions of the Fleet, but none had seen her. So Doom Kitty wandered over to the gossipy member of the fleet and asked her. A bit of bargaining [gossip ain't free you know], and Doom Kitty decided to hell with the redheaded one named after a former Spice Girl. Doom would find Princi by thinking like Princi. So Doom wandered to the cemetary.
What do you know? Princi.
*sniffles and whispers in a rather hoarse voice* Hullo, Doom. Sure, you can watch if you want. Just try not to talk too much, okay?
Princi then manages to forget Doom is even there, which would explain why you can't see Doom in most of the shots. :p
I guess this is a good as spot as any. You guys can share, right?
It's been awhile, I know. Yes, well, excuses? I suppose. It's just...
mwerp!
Other than looking kind of creepy, whatcha doing, Princi? You've been out here awhile. And you're... all dressed up.
Just visiting with old friends.
Oh. Um, I don't see anyone.
They're dead, Alice.
Oh. That explains the graves, huh?
You could say that.
Are you okay?
*leaves rustle despite the fact that there are no leaves to rustle*
What was that?
Crap. It can't be.
*tada*
It is. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Princi stresses out just a whee bit and keeps muttering about having a few years left before she has to repay a favor, or perhaps a debt.
Wait a minute.
*giggles for the first time all day as she hatches an evil idea*
So, I was thinking we could have this discussion later. Or you know, not in front of a camera. *shove*
*splat*
You show up to pay your respects and little miss muffet pushes you over. go figure.
Let's go home, Alice. I hear someone bought me a beautiful outfit, and I can't wait to change.
note: I reserve the right to come back and change this around. Add, subtract, all kinds of math. But no long division. The only evil should be Princi this go round.
Conspiracy theorists [namely me] will think Princi's hatched a plot with this not so mysterious figure. She'd be Death for those severely lacking in their recommended reading. So, yeah. My Princi has a love/hate thing with Death. Just like everyone else, I suppose. Only she's got some weird debt hanging over her head. Perhaps in the shape of her bonnet-y type thing. Or not. Annnnnd it could possibly have something to do with meeting up with Alice ageees ago. Or it might not.
And thankfully I'm lazy, otherwise I was going to close up on the stones and have 'em say something like Principessa and Petratishkovna. But I'm lazy.
*hums* My chest hurts. Ow. But lots of hugs from Thomas, so yay! :D Weird nightmare. More on that when it's not so likely to still sort of upset me.
Early Sunday morning, Miss Princi wandered off away from the fairly new apartment. Hours ticked by and Nick had stopped playing cartoons, so Alice was a little worried. She sent Doom Kitty out to look for Princi.
Doom looked at the club, but no one was there. Tried asking various factions of the Fleet, but none had seen her. So Doom Kitty wandered over to the gossipy member of the fleet and asked her. A bit of bargaining [gossip ain't free you know], and Doom Kitty decided to hell with the redheaded one named after a former Spice Girl. Doom would find Princi by thinking like Princi. So Doom wandered to the cemetary.
What do you know? Princi.
*sniffles and whispers in a rather hoarse voice* Hullo, Doom. Sure, you can watch if you want. Just try not to talk too much, okay?
Princi then manages to forget Doom is even there, which would explain why you can't see Doom in most of the shots. :p
I guess this is a good as spot as any. You guys can share, right?
It's been awhile, I know. Yes, well, excuses? I suppose. It's just...
mwerp!
Other than looking kind of creepy, whatcha doing, Princi? You've been out here awhile. And you're... all dressed up.
Just visiting with old friends.
Oh. Um, I don't see anyone.
They're dead, Alice.
Oh. That explains the graves, huh?
You could say that.
Are you okay?
*leaves rustle despite the fact that there are no leaves to rustle*
What was that?
Crap. It can't be.
*tada*
It is. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Princi stresses out just a whee bit and keeps muttering about having a few years left before she has to repay a favor, or perhaps a debt.
Wait a minute.
*giggles for the first time all day as she hatches an evil idea*
So, I was thinking we could have this discussion later. Or you know, not in front of a camera. *shove*
*splat*
You show up to pay your respects and little miss muffet pushes you over. go figure.
Let's go home, Alice. I hear someone bought me a beautiful outfit, and I can't wait to change.
note: I reserve the right to come back and change this around. Add, subtract, all kinds of math. But no long division. The only evil should be Princi this go round.
Conspiracy theorists [namely me] will think Princi's hatched a plot with this not so mysterious figure. She'd be Death for those severely lacking in their recommended reading. So, yeah. My Princi has a love/hate thing with Death. Just like everyone else, I suppose. Only she's got some weird debt hanging over her head. Perhaps in the shape of her bonnet-y type thing. Or not. Annnnnd it could possibly have something to do with meeting up with Alice ageees ago. Or it might not.
And thankfully I'm lazy, otherwise I was going to close up on the stones and have 'em say something like Principessa and Petratishkovna. But I'm lazy.
*hums* My chest hurts. Ow. But lots of hugs from Thomas, so yay! :D Weird nightmare. More on that when it's not so likely to still sort of upset me.
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Date: 2005-01-10 09:43 pm (UTC)I love Princi 'cause she's cruel.
Impa, you really should think about getting a job in books or children's books for storytellin'!
Which reminds me, with the whole Pullip-lust, you made me want to look for my old dollies.
The only one I could find was a Graduation!Barbie that my mom got me back in 2002. But that was the first time she had bought me a Barbie in years and years. Couldn't find any. Hmm.
Dammit.