[♪~ Dee Chateaubriand Rossetta]
~ The local source for all your crap-related needs.
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"I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it by not dying."
"Anyone attempting to find reason in this narrative will be shot."
Over the traffic and the cracks on the sidewalk huddled a group of old ladies a-walkin' a-skippin with their wooden canes and designer shawls. Mutterin', grumblin' on where, oh, where could Erizabet be? They had been searching for hours! Well, minutes really, but the mischievous girl's presence is imperative. Sweaters had to be knitted, cats to be fed and oh...they also had a parade to watch. Bags swinging, trinkets jingling, off did the little old ladies go one at a time, in a thick shuffling line. More snow fell from the sky in swirly bits and caused the group to mutter and stutter more and more.
Along the way, Dee had picked up her own set of spectacles and her very own dandy cane for whackin'. In fact, she was just about to whack the guy standing on the sidewalk for stepping on fragile ol' Constance's shoe when a gust of wind flew, sloshing the pile of snow in a blizzard-like manner. The whacking was forgotten as Dee cried out in glee. Surprisingly, the ladies followed. Seems like cheery happiness is contagious.
"Oh, dratz. What a malicious weather we have today, m'dears!" gasped Viviene, the leader of the group and apparently Erizabet's aunt. They snuffled and grumbled, all holding their skirts daintily as they walked past various stores, all stampeding in a rush to look for the lost girl and then exiting roughly if their search proved to be fruitless.
Enter a large crowd. A mass of bodies closely pressed together, rabid with anticipation for the incoming event. Can a group of batty, old ladies ever make it through? Oh, yes! With indignant huffs and 'accidental' whacks, they made their way through the crowd and stopped short when Viviene gasped dramatically and practically flew through the air. She landed gracefully, heels clacking, and swiped an arm out of thin air like a cat would swipe a mouse.
"Aha! There you are." the old ladies' sighed collectively, Dee included, as Vivene effortlessly tugged the girl, no woman, on their direction. It looked like she was about to bite the strangers ears off, but instead opted to smile charmingly and introduced her to her friends.
"My niece, Erizabet. I hope you'll forgive her for her insolence" Vivience momentarily glared at her "niece's" direction then turned back with a satisfied smirk.
The old ladies, again Dee included, nodded indulgently and so their adventure will resume without fail. Off to the viewing spot we go!
In a completely serious manner, Dee took the stick in hand and prodded the niece on her behind with a manic smile, "Lead the way! Our old bones ain't what it used to be." The group connived and plotted, looking at Iris with shining eyes that held mystery and intrigue.
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"I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it by not dying."
"Anyone attempting to find reason in this narrative will be shot."
Over the traffic and the cracks on the sidewalk huddled a group of old ladies a-walkin' a-skippin with their wooden canes and designer shawls. Mutterin', grumblin' on where, oh, where could Erizabet be? They had been searching for hours! Well, minutes really, but the mischievous girl's presence is imperative. Sweaters had to be knitted, cats to be fed and oh...they also had a parade to watch. Bags swinging, trinkets jingling, off did the little old ladies go one at a time, in a thick shuffling line. More snow fell from the sky in swirly bits and caused the group to mutter and stutter more and more.
Along the way, Dee had picked up her own set of spectacles and her very own dandy cane for whackin'. In fact, she was just about to whack the guy standing on the sidewalk for stepping on fragile ol' Constance's shoe when a gust of wind flew, sloshing the pile of snow in a blizzard-like manner. The whacking was forgotten as Dee cried out in glee. Surprisingly, the ladies followed. Seems like cheery happiness is contagious.
"Oh, dratz. What a malicious weather we have today, m'dears!" gasped Viviene, the leader of the group and apparently Erizabet's aunt. They snuffled and grumbled, all holding their skirts daintily as they walked past various stores, all stampeding in a rush to look for the lost girl and then exiting roughly if their search proved to be fruitless.
Enter a large crowd. A mass of bodies closely pressed together, rabid with anticipation for the incoming event. Can a group of batty, old ladies ever make it through? Oh, yes! With indignant huffs and 'accidental' whacks, they made their way through the crowd and stopped short when Viviene gasped dramatically and practically flew through the air. She landed gracefully, heels clacking, and swiped an arm out of thin air like a cat would swipe a mouse.
"Aha! There you are." the old ladies' sighed collectively, Dee included, as Vivene effortlessly tugged the girl, no woman, on their direction. It looked like she was about to bite the strangers ears off, but instead opted to smile charmingly and introduced her to her friends.
"My niece, Erizabet. I hope you'll forgive her for her insolence" Vivience momentarily glared at her "niece's" direction then turned back with a satisfied smirk.
The old ladies, again Dee included, nodded indulgently and so their adventure will resume without fail. Off to the viewing spot we go!
In a completely serious manner, Dee took the stick in hand and prodded the niece on her behind with a manic smile, "Lead the way! Our old bones ain't what it used to be." The group connived and plotted, looking at Iris with shining eyes that held mystery and intrigue.
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