Nicole
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Post by Nicole on Jan 15, 2011 0:35:37 GMT -5
Part I – Unfamiliar Territory
“Ugh…” Michelle groaned as she lazily opened her eyes. ‘Where…am I..?’
Sitting up, she looked around at her new surroundings. Large walls surrounded her, walls that seemed to endlessly tower above her. She briefly focused her eyes ahead, seeing a long hallway and a throne, with a crisp, red rug leading the way.
Well one thing was for sure, she wasn’t in Westchester anymore….
She stared at the distanced throne chair; something was definitely off about it… Curiosity getting the better of her, Michelle stood up and started to walk down the rug’s path.
‘Geez this feels like it leads on forever!’ She thought, distraughtly, to herself as she finally reached the chair. That’s when her eyes widened to the point they were as large as teacup saucers. This throne was absolutely, and terrifyingly, huge!
A million thoughts ran through Michelle’s brain: ‘If there’s a throne then I must be in a palace. A perfect place for someone like myself!’, ‘How the heck did I get here anyway?’, and the most dreadful thought clicked in her mind. If there was a throne made at this size, what creature could possibly sit in it?! A dragon? Still curious, Michelle began trying to climb up the chair, attempting to stand on it to measure exactly how high it was.
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Firing one of his royal advisors, along with her lackey, and putting her behind bars where she belonged was one of the best things an almost 18-year-old Phillip could have ever done, or at least he and a lot of other people thought so. After the whole ordeal of her sitting in his throne, doing his job, and the fact that she tried to kill him (but instead turned him into a cat) was a huge mistake in his eyes. He slightly smirked to himself and walked over to the -his- throne room, humming a soft tune along the way, almost silently. No one could really hear it…
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…Except a panicking Michelle who heard it all too well. She had already managed to get on the throne seat, but now she began to hurriedly scamper back down the way she came.
‘W-What?!’ She thought nervously in her mind, her eyes wide once again as she stared at the figure coming closer…and closer…to her frail, quivering body. She should have known that the owner to the throne would come back eventually! What was she thinking?!
Finally, she found herself on the floor again and she quickly ran to hide on the sides of the seat. Once the figure sat down, she concluded that he was very good looking as she looked him over thoroughly.
Dirty, blond hair that touched the tip of his ears was the first thing she noticed about him, that and the fact that his clothes were very royal; a white, button down dress shirt was tight against his torso with a black vest over it, red lining following the ends. His legs were covered with dark grey pants and his feet clad with knee high, pitch black boots.
‘Where does this guy go to get tanned?’ She thought in her mind as she looked down at her own light skin, then back up at his olive complexion.
Wow, this guy was the law around here? No way! He looked to be in his teens, maybe no later than 18 or 19. She also noticed his lips were pulled into a condescending and triumphant smirk. What was he so proud about?
'Well…I’d be proud too if I ruled over everyone in the country…' she noted, nodding her head, 'and this still makes me wonder where the heck I am…'
Her curious nature kicked in as she took a step closer to the arm rest. Maybe she could get him to help her! She found her mouth open and ready to speak, but instantly shut it when she heard a voice speak up. She looked up to see another giant, clothed in a green shawl, walking towards the seated giant.
This new giant was just as handsome and looked to be in his late 20s. He had a mass of curly, brown hair on his head and brown-green eyes. Unlike the first giant, this giant wasn’t as tanned; his complexion was closely related to her own.
After completing her small evaluation, she listened intently to their conversation; maybe it would tell her the information she needed.
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“Hey Christian,” Phillip laughed as he leaned back in the chair, “How’s it going?”
“Nothing much, Phillip,” Christian chuckled, rubbing his hands together, “just came to check up on how well your kingdom’s holding up.”
“Are you saying I can’t handle my own kingdom?” The teen replied in mock hurt, a playful frown on his face.
“Well, kind of, yes,” Christian nodded thoughtfully.
“I don’t very much like your way of thinking…” Phillip pouted, crossing his arms. “Is Elizabeth still planning on making dinner tonight, or is it my turn?” He turned to look at Christian, his eyebrows raised in question.
He nodded. “Yup, she’s making dinner tonight.”
“Al-right!” Phillip cheered, then waved his hand in a ‘shooing’ fashion, “Now go, go! I have people to rule over.”
Christian chuckled as he waved goodbye to his young friend and turned swiftly on his heels. “See you at sunset.” And on that note, he left the throne room.
Phillip sat in silence, lost in his own thoughts as he rested his chin on his folded hands. How many months had it been since that whole ordeal? Five? It felt like so much longer…Now he was gentle and more sympathetic, much different from his old self. Who knew that turning into a cat and running around the country with Christian could change his attitude? Though that still didn’t change his boring duties of being a king-in-training; he was still a growing and curious teenager who needed lots of action and excitement.
With a bored sigh, Phillip rested his cheek in his hand and his elbow on the throne’s left arm, very close to where Michelle stood.
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‘Ah!’ She mentally shrieked as she ducked down, trying to stay out of sight. ‘I take that back, I’m too scared to get him to help! And what if he’s like the giants in those stories? What if he…’ She gulped down the question in her mind and shook her head, ridding herself of the thought. It was just too horrid to think about.
Sitting down Indian-style, she folded her arms against her chest as she planned her next course of action. She tried remembering how she even got here in the first place. Where and what was she doing before this?
A sigh escaped her lips and she pouted, muttering to herself. She leaned her back against the throne. What should she do now? If she made a break for it…that’d risk being seen. Besides...
Where would she go anyway?
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Post by Amayasama on Jan 15, 2011 1:00:48 GMT -5
o.O Oh how interesting ;3 I always love a good prince~ I am curious as to how she got there and am so curious as to why she's so bold ;D Maybe she believes it to be a dream?
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Nicole
Youngling
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Post by Nicole on Jan 15, 2011 11:09:04 GMT -5
Part II – Summer Vacation
Now…let’s back track a few hours…Back to when our main character was still in her own city; at Octavian Country Day High School. It was only a couple of minutes until school let out...and summer vacation would start.
“I said…get out of my FACE!” An irritated Michelle barked, shoving the skinny boy back.
“B-But-.” He tried speaking, struggling to keep his glasses on his face, but was cut off when Michelle held her hand up.
“Do you not understand or something?” She glowered, her eyes menacing, “Go away. I don’t have time to deal with foolish nonsense. Now I told you nicely I didn’t need any help, you buggin’ me makes me not like you. I suggest you leave before I snap completely, mkay?”
With a terrified and hurt nod, the boy ran out of the lunchroom in a hurry.
Sighing, Michelle fell back in her seat and smiled at the others around her. “I’m sorry that you all had to see that.”
What she said was half-lies anyway, but none-the-less, everyone started reassuring her that what she did was the right thing.
“He needed to go anyhow!”
“Someone like him doesn’t deserve a girl like you!”
“You’re so hot, Mitch…”
“And you’re very gorgeous too! Just like a princess!”
“And she acts like one!”
Michelle smirked to herself, of course people would say all those things. Her family was very wealthy and successful; it took a lot of work to get to where she was now.
Michelle was known for her unusual nickname of Mitch and her high popularity. Being an official’s daughter had its perks. One: It made her the most popular girl in school. Every boy swooned over her good looks, and all girls envied her. If they didn’t, then something was most definitely wrong with them…
And two: It gave her a lot of the things she wanted. From cars, to horses; pools, to houses with elaborate rooms…and much more.
But surprisingly, Michelle had led a complicated life in the past. Before her family gained all this money, she and her parents weren’t doing too well. Her father’s thriving business had suddenly hit a recession; it was a struggle just to pay the mortgage. She worked at a multitude of different jobs (some she didn’t relish working at…), trying to provide a substantial amount of money to survive on. As time progressed, her personality started changing; she became tougher and more independent, which made her come off as rude to some.
With a loud, long sigh, she continued eating her lunch; a bagel with cream cheese.
“Are you sure that’s all you want to eat, Michelle??” One girl pestered as she glanced at the bread. Michelle nodded.
“Yup, I’m sure.” She continued munching on her bagel, wiping her mouth with a napkin just as the 8th period bell rung clearly and loudly throughout the cafeteria, causing a blissful Michelle to hop out of her seat.
“Finally!” She chirped, picking up her backpack. A couple of guys asked if she wanted them to carry it for her, but she refused quickly.
She headed out of the cafeteria and to her homeroom. ‘Just 5 more minutes and I’m out of here!’ She thought excitedly in her mind, whipping out her phone and beginning to type.
“Only 5 min. left, Nicky! Where r u anywayz?” She hit send and awaited the reply from her bestie.
“Walking back from Mickey Ds, I'll try gettin there.”
“K.” Swiftly sliding her phone back in her pants pocket, she burst into homeroom in a huff.
“So nice of you to join us Ms. Lockes,” her homeroom teacher, Mrs. Belle, stated as she sat at the computer desk.
“I know,” Michelle replied in an aloof manner. A few of the students snickered at her backtalk and then resumed talking amongst one another.
“So…did you hear about Amberella and her boyfriend?”
“Yeah! I couldn’t believe it!! But she was a sleaze-bag, so she deserved it…”
Ugh, filthy gossipers… Michelle thought in her mind as she sat down in her desk towards the back of the class. She felt a vibration in her pocket and took out her phone.
You have 1 new message.
She hit “view” and quickly read the text message quietly to herself.
“Omg, I just found the hawtest guy!! I’m sooooo snatching him up. <3 C u after home rm.” The text message said.
Michelle shook her head with a light laugh. If anyone was boy-crazy it was Nicole Williams, her flirtatious and troublemaking best friend. She was the only one who knew Michelle’s past life. Nicole was somewhat selfless, but she still had her greedy moments from time to time. She was also known to be the most drama-filled girl in the school, from stealing girls’ boyfriends to getting into heated fights and arguments. A rebel at heart, and that’s what Michelle loved the most about her.
Sighing, Michelle turned her attention to the clock suspended above Mrs. B’s desk. Boy was it moving slow…if only she could switch the minute hand with the second hand so time would move faster… She focused on the rhythmic sound of the clock.
Tick. 11:10AM. Michelle fidgeted in her chair and anxiously stared at the clock.
Tock. 11:11AM. She listened to the conversation of the neighboring girls out of boredom.
Tick. 11:12AM. She checked her phone messages to see if Nicole had text her back.
Tock. 11:13AM. She looked up and watched Mrs. Belle type away at the computer with a stoic look.
Tick. 11:14AM. Michelle’s mind was racing as she looked up at the clock again, counting down the minutes. ‘One more minute…’ She thought. She glared at the clock impatiently and huffed, then looked around at everyone else. She noticed that they too were silent and watching the second hand on the clock.
‘5…’
‘4…’
‘3…’
‘2…’
‘1…’
RIIIIIIIIIIING.
“YES!” The whole division roomed whooped and hollered as that damned bell finally rang. This moment in time, marked the long awaited beginning of summer vacation!!
Michelle picked up her backpack hurriedly and walked out of the room, into the hallways. She shoved her way past students, catching a few of the wannabees glare at her (not that she cared though), and ran out of the main entrance.
“School is OUT!” She yelled up at the sky with triumph, and then afterwards let out a much needed sigh.
“Mitch!”
She looked across the street to see Nicole, in her pink shirt and black jeans, running towards her with a smile on her face. “Can you believe it?! We’ve made it through yet another year of high school!” She chirped happily.
“I know,” Michelle smiled, “and we’re now proud seniors, only one more year to go! So, what happened with that hot guy you said you met?”
Nicole smirked at her.
“Heh, heh, I got his number and he’s got mine,” she boasted, hands on her hips, “But anyway, what are you planning on doing this summer, Mitch?” She ran a hand through her messy red hair and smiled slowly.
Michelle returned her smile and looked at Nicole with a teasing eyebrow arched in question. “Well, I’m either gonna go out of the country, or stay home and shop.”
“Eeee!” Nicole squealed, “If you’re going out of the country, take me with you!! I’ve always wanted to go to France!”
Michelle snickered and nodded, hugging her best friend. “Well I’m off; I’m gonna go hit the plaza for a much needed sip of coffee.” Nicole giggled in response and they did their little secret handshake.
“Alright!” She replied, “See ya later, Mitch!” And with that, she turned swiftly on her heels and walked out, twirling a lock of her hair as she strolled down the street.
Michelle headed the opposite direction towards the plaza and into Starbucks. She ordered her favorite Vanilla Bean Crème Frappuccino, paid the cashier, and took a seat at one of the little tables.
“Ahh…” She felt so relaxed as she sipped away at the vanilla goodness, the warm taste entering her mouth and traveling down to her stomach. On days like these, a little reward for herself was the best.
Looking out of the window absentmindedly, a little vender’s table caught her attention. It was dark…creepy…and mysterious, almost like it had to do with black magic or something; how silly. She finished up her drink and tossed the empty cup in the recycle bin, then exited out of the coffee shop.
She strolled slowly towards the display and rested her folded arms on the edge of the table. “So…what’cha got here?” She asked, looking at the haggard old woman with raised eyebrows.
The old woman looked up at Michelle, beckoning her to come closer. Confused, Michelle did so.
“Ye don’t depend very much on others’ help, child. It be yer hugest downfall,” the woman ranted in a raspy voice, a thick Irish accent present, “Though…I can help ye, dear.”
Michelle scoffed. What this lady was saying made no sense…why would she want her help anyhow? “You’re crazy, hag,” she retorted in a less-than-amused tone.
Paying no attention to the insult, the woman chuckled as she fiddled with something in her pockets. “Hold out yer hand, child.” Michelle did so, though a bit reluctantly. The woman mumbled something in some foreign language and traced her fingers along Michelle’s palm in a strange pattern. Suddenly a symbol, looking like an ancient drawing of a sun, appeared on the young girl’s hand and glowed.
“Wh-What are you doing to me?!” Michelle tried snatching her hand away, but the witch’s grip was too tight, and it didn’t look like she was letting go until everything was finished. A tingling sensation started going through Michelle’s body as the temperature of the air around her grew hotter. The woman released her hand and watched as she fell back.
“The journey ahead of ye will be a difficult road, but with a wee bit of patience and guidance, ye’ll change fer the better,” Michelle heard her say before her mind slipped into an unconscious state.
Now back to the present...
‘Just what the crap is this thing anyway…?’ Michelle ran her fingers along the faint pattern on her palm. It was still visible, but not as much. ‘I swear when I get back, I’ll find that woman and make her life a living hell if this thing on my hand is life-threatening…’ Focusing more on the present, Michelle had forgotten all about the teenage king. She stood on her tip-toes and cautiously peeked her head out. The giant had drifted off peacefully in his throne, his slumbered breathing softly breaking the silence in the room.
‘I wish I could be as carefree as he is…But NO I’m stuck here with no way of getting back!!’ She grunted in frustration and sat back down beside the giant chair, crossing one leg over the other. But then, the greatest idea dawned on her. Escape. The giant was asleep, this was her chance! It was a bit risky, but it was worth a try.
Shakily, she stood up and took a deep breath. “It’s now or never…” she mumbled to herself as she sprinted down the endless rug.
Upon arriving at the middle, after what felt like forever, she paused to take a breath. She was never really athletically gifted. The only exercise she got daily was walking up and down stairs…and texting. She turned around and looked at how far she’d gotten, smiling proudly to herself.
‘I’d say I just ran about half of a football field! Take that, all-star players!’ She laughed aloud, but instantly stopped when she heard the crack of the door opening. Just as she turned to see who it was, she heard a tired groan come from the area she used to be in, making her look back fearfully at the giant who sat in the throne. He was waking up! Not good!
Looking back and forth between the cracked door and the half-asleep giant, Michelle concluded that she was, without a doubt, screwed…
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Post by Amayasama on Jan 15, 2011 15:28:11 GMT -5
o.o *is speechless* What a tense situation! x3 Arg curse you and your cliffhangers!
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Post by Nicole on Jan 15, 2011 15:45:13 GMT -5
Mwahaha >;D Thanks for the feedback! >w<
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Post by masquerade on Jan 16, 2011 2:34:51 GMT -5
im lovin it keep up the good work
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Post by Nicole on Jan 16, 2011 2:40:12 GMT -5
Thanks!! >w< I will!
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Post by Nicole on Jan 16, 2011 13:54:20 GMT -5
Part III – The Chase and Small Talk
Phillip slowly opened his eyes when he heard one of the doors creak. He let loose a loud yawn and stretched his arms, then blinked around the room, smacking his lips. As he looked toward the door, he noticed the little…thing…standing in the middle of the rug. Still thinking it was a dream, he stared at it in wonder as it looked back and forth between the door and him.
‘Huh…maybe it’s a mouse.’ He thought nonchalantly to himself. ‘But it looks too thin…’
“Phillip?” He heard one of the servants call out to him through the cracked door, though he, himself, was not in the room. “Are you in need of anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” Phillip answered, still watching the little creature.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?” The servant continued to pester him.
“Yes! Be off with you now,” Phillip ordered, as he heard the servant slowly, and barely, shut the door. He blinked his eyes for one moment and suddenly saw the little creature make a mad dash to the door. “Wait!” He stood up from his throne and started speed walking towards it. No way was he going to let it escape without knowing what it was first…
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Michelle cursed silently; it was either: A) get caught by the giant, or B) somehow get through the door, which would prove difficult since there would be so many other obstacles she’d have to face. She chose option B as the door neared closer, and closer, to her. At that moment she realized how much bigger everything was at this new size.
"Wait!" she heard him yell behind her.
Loud steps and rumbles suddenly threw off her balance as she assumed that the giant was advancing on her. She fumbled with her footing for a short moment, but continued running, regardless of the shaking.
‘Come on…almost there…!’ She cheered herself on, and when the door was just a sliver of the way open, she forced herself through it with minor difficulties.
“YES!!” She yelled out loud, but found her eyes looking down. She let out a frustrated scream as she figured out getting through the door was the least of her troubles.
‘How the hell am I gonna get down these stairs?! Ugh! I hate being so freaking small!!’ But remembering that there was a giant on her trail made her slowly, and carefully, start climbing down each step. Oh how she wished she had another cup of her frappuccino…
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Reaching the sprinter was a bit annoying to Phillip as he opened both doors. He sighed and looked around for the creature. It couldn’t have gotten too far, and the only place it could go now was… His eyes scanned the red velvet stairs that lead up to his throne room. ‘It had to go down… there's no other way it could go.’ Phillip thought as he started descending down the steps.
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‘Okay…okay…this is going a bit better than I thought it would…’ Michelle grunted as she was, at least, a quarter of the way down the steps. She sighed and shook her head. What mess had she gotten herself into now..?
Her heart skipped a beat when she felt those same rumbles follow her once again as she climbed down…
It was him! And if she didn’t get out of the way soon, she’d be crushed!! Picking up her pace a bit more, Michelle continued to climb down the stairs, with the thought that he could possibly catch her in mind. Her world was turned topsy-turvy as she lost her balance and fell onto her back from the heavy footfalls. Seeing the giant’s booted feet nearing her made her eyes widen with fear. She tried making any possible noise she could, even an audible squeak, but her throat was too dry to make a sound.
Swallowing hard, she finally found her voice and let loose a shrill scream just as his foot hung above her in the air. ‘This is it!’ She closed her eyes, waiting for what was about to come and accepted her death. Would it be a quick and short death, or painful and long one? Michelle was confused, however, when she didn’t feel the painful impact of his sole and ceased her screaming.
Hesitantly opening her eyes, she looked far up to the towering beast’s face, only to see him looking back down at her with the most awestruck, startled, and confused look she’d ever seen.
“Well I’ll be…” She heard him breath in a surprised tone as he continued looking down at her.
“Oh…my…God…” she found herself quietly saying as she stared up into his sea green eyes, which glinted with amazement and curiosity. She propped herself on her elbows and sat up, shivering.
His size alone was breathtakingly frightening! And the fact that he looked as if he wanted to keep her for himself didn’t exactly help her nerves. She jolted back into reality when she saw his SUV sized hand reaching down for her.
“Ah!!” She screamed and scooted back, tumbling off the step and landing on the one under it. She winced at the pain, but quickly gathered her bearings and stood up. Once again she saw that large mass of flesh reaching for her, his tree trunk fingers curled slightly. She couldn’t help letting another scream slip out, watching as the hand quickly retreated as if hurt.
“Hey, calm down will you?” The giant boomed soothingly in, what she guessed was, a whisper, though the vibrations from his voice alone still sent chills down her spine, “I’m not going to hurt you; I just want to get a better look.”
‘Then take a picture!’ She thought in her mind with a snort. Even though she was cocky and sarcastic in her thoughts, she was still deathly afraid of him. She wouldn’t DARE say those thoughts out loud…at least not while her life was in danger. She continued looking up at him, scared of what he might do next.
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Phillip was simply amazed and astounded; standing mere inches away from him was a human... and this human -this…girl- was no bigger than a mouse! For years he thought that everyone made up those stories about humans, was something like this even possible? Or was he still dreaming? That he didn’t know… Wanting to test if this was indeed real life, he began reaching for the little girl.
His action, however, scared her out of her wits and caused her to scream; she tumbled off the step and onto the next, making a very small ‘thump’ upon impact. Nervous that she might have been hurt, he tried reaching out for her again, but it only yielded the same results. He pulled his hand away from her quickly; was he really that scary?
“Hey, calm down will you?” He whispered to her soothingly, hoping it would ease her nerves, “I’m not going to hurt you; I just want to get a better look.” He gave a small smile, hoping that it would help the situation. She only stared up at him fearfully, her eyes as wide as teacup saucers and her body tensed up as if she were going to make another dash for it. He watched her chest heave up and down in fright, her heart probably running a marathon. He felt so bad for her…Here he was, this large, behemoth being and she was just this little 3 or 4 inch doll, of course she’d be scared… Heck, he’d be too if he were in her position. But this short exchange was getting them no where.
“Phillip?”
His eyes widened a bit as he saw the royal advisor, looking up at him confusedly from the bottom of the steps. Good thing they were high enough where he couldn’t see her huddled near the step...“What are you doing?”
“Oh! I was, uh, just checking the stairs,” Phillip answered a bit too quickly, “you know…to see if any of them were loose.” Proving that that was what he was indeed doing, he roughly stomped his boot down on the steps. The little human, scared by this action, gave a small shriek and scrambled towards the edge for safety.
“..Sorry…” he murmured to her.
“What was that?” The advisor questioned.
“I was just saying sorry to the steps! Hahaha, just incase they got hurt…”
“You’re an odd one,” the advisor chuckled as he walked out, probably to go check on the servants.
Muttering an apology once again, Phillip knelt down and swept the girl into his hand. He stood up and turned on his heels, walking back to the throne room and shutting the large doors behind him. Briskly walking down the rug, he sat down in the throne and opened his fist, staring down at the confused and dazed girl who sat in his palm. He gave her a gentle smile, “Hey there.”
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Still fearfully staring up at him, Michelle hadn’t even noticed the royal advisor come into the hall. The conversation the two didn’t enter her mind, until the giant above suddenly stomped on the ground. Scared that he was angry at her, she shrieked and scooted towards the left of the step she was on. How scary!
He noticed her moving away and he gave her a sympathetic look as he muttered the word “Sorry” Wait…why was he apologizing to her?! Didn’t he PURPOSELY do that? She hadn’t even noticed that the giant had come closer to her, kneeling down on his knee, and scooped her up in his hand. She squeaked when her world turned a fleshy color and her stomach started performing gymnast flips with the sudden height elevation. Once again she faintly heard him mutter “Sorry” as she felt him walk up the stairs and then listened to the sound of his boots click against the marble, then shuffle against the carpet.
Finally the strange ride came to an end as she felt him drop down. Light flooded in and she shielded her eyes instinctively, her pupils adjusting to the change. She moved her hands down, away from her eyes, and gasped, his face filling her vision.
“Hey there,” he whispered; a gentle smile was spread on his face. She backed up, shaking her head in shock, and turned around.
‘Fingers…Oh God, I’m in his hand…’ The appendages twitched in response. Seeing no safe escape method, she slumped down and whimpered into her hands.
“Shh…it’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you…” The giant reassured as he reached his other pointer finger out to her.
A sinking feeling bubbled up in her stomach when she looked up and saw his huge finger descending down towards her. She screamed and scrambled back as far as she could. “N-N-No!!” The finger paused and slowly moved back.
“Come on, I don’t bite-.”
“That’s funny because my class was studying folklore and it told us that -last time I checked- giants ate people!” she squeaked up at him with what little courage she had left, shaking her head.
He frowned. “We don’t EAT people,” he replied, hurt, “I don’t know what type of nonsense they put in your head, but giants don’t eat humans! That’s just wrong!” She flinched at the sudden change in his voice. Great, now she made him angry.
She whimpered, trying to choke back her sobs. She didn’t want to cry, but this situation was bringing her very close to breaking down… Tucking her knees into her chest, she buried her face on them.
With a pause, the giant heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled,” he apologized as he gazed down at her sadly, “You’re scared and it’s only natural that you would think that…”
An awkward silence filled the air as Michelle hesitantly looked up at her captor. He gave her a sad smile as their eyes met. This…This was that haggard woman’s way of helping?
“S-So you’re not going to eat me…?” The giant shook his head ‘no’, allowing her to sigh in relief. “Good…”
“How did you even get here, little human?” The giant asked, looking down at her with an eyebrow arched in question, “It’s certainly not common to see one of your kind in this realm…” Wait a second, ’realm’…? Her eyes widened.
“Th-Th-Then I’m in outer spa-space?!” She gasped, speaking more to herself than to the giant. The giant chuckled and shook his head.
“Not quite,” he explained, “you see, your Earth and our “Earth” are parallel worlds to each other, not exactly “outer space” because our lifestyles are very similar, but more so…like…well,” With a dry cough and nervous laugh, he rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s kind of difficult to explain actually…”
“So basically I’m stuck here without a way of getting back…?” she mused quietly.
“Pretty much, yeah.” This had to be some sick and cruel joke! This couldn’t happen to her…
“A dream…” She muttered. A smile spread across her face as she stood up slowly.
“Excuse me?” The giant asked as he tilted his head in confusion.
“This is a dream! Hahaha, there’s no WAY this could be happening for real!!” She yelled, looking up at him and pointing an accusing finger, “Only in my dreams would there be some royally hot giant who’s actually ‘concerned’ about me; no one’s EVER tried being genuinely concerned about me unless they were kissing my ass and trying to get something from me! That frappuccino must’ve REAAAALLY gone to my head! I’m just gonna wake up riiiiiiight now and still be at Starbucks…”
Michelle looked down at the ground below her, and then looked up at him with a smirk, “It was nice meeting you and I’ll be sure to keep you, and this dream, locked up deep inside my memories! Now I’m gonna wake myself up and be back home! Tootles!!” And with that said, she suddenly jumped off the side of his hand and plummeted towards the ground. Time passed slowly as she laughed in triumph, waiting for her ticket back to her normal life…
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To his horror, a still blushing Phillip (this because of Michelle’s semi-compliment) watched as the little human jumped to her death after ranting and raving about this all being a dream. Boy was she in for a rude awakening… Not wasting any more time, Phillip bent down and quickly thrust his arms forward, catching the little girl before she could make it all the way to the ground. He sighed in relief and brought his cupped hands up to his face so she’d be somewhat eye level with him.
“Are you nuts?! You could’ve killed yourself!” He scolded, giving a hurt glare to the flustered human, who slightly cringed and quickly covered her ears. She then folded her tiny arms across her chest and scowled.
“How could I kill myself if it’s all a dream?” She answered, acid dripping from her words, “Why the hell did you catch me anyway?!”
“You would’ve died if I didn’t! This isn’t a dream, it’s real!” The little human scoffed and turned her head to the side. Another sigh slipped out of Phillip’s mouth as he stared at her. She was a stubborn little mite, he’d give her that.
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Michelle’s hair ruffled as the giant’s sigh blew warm, stale air on her. Fine... If this guy was gonna stop her from exiting the dream, she’d just have to get away from him; but how? Getting out of his hands would be difficult, since he had quick reflexes…and how would she open those huge doors anyway? Luck was on her side before, but now none of that was present. Giving a frustrated scream, Michelle glared up at him.
“Put me down.” She ordered, folding her arms against her chest even tighter. He simply shook his head and continued staring down at her, both of their gazes unwavering. “If you don’t then I’m gonna do something you, most likely, won’t like.”
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Phillip shrugged his shoulders and studied her every move. What could this little human do to him? He watched as she walked over to his thumb, placing her tiny hand on the tip. The skin on skin contact felt like a bug racing across his thumb as she rubbed up and down.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, brute,” she said, inching closer to the tip.
“What are you-? OW!” He winced in pain as he felt her savagely bite his thumb. It wasn’t agonizingly painful, just an uncomfortable type of pain. Instinctively he flinched, causing his hands to spread apart. The girl, startled by his reaction, released her bite and tumbled out of his hand. He watched, mortified, as she fell to the ground, creating a very small ‘thump’ as she landed. The drop wasn’t a long one, but it was enough to knock her out for the time being.
“Oh crap,” he muttered, leaning over in his throne and scooping her up, “h-hey, little human, wake up…” He nudged her with a finger, watching her flop to the side effortlessly like a rag doll.
Phillip brought her up to his eyes and examined her closely; nothing looked broken or out of place, and she most certainly didn’t look dead.
“I think my days at the palace are going to get so much more exciting,” Phillip chuckled as he leaned back in the chair, using his free arm as a head rest. Almost as if answering him, he heard a small groan come from the sleeping girl. Indeed, things were only just beginning…
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Post by Amayasama on Jan 16, 2011 20:28:28 GMT -5
o.o Oh my she fell! XD; Bet she's gunna feel that when she gets up >> and realizes it's not a dream
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Post by manynames on Jan 18, 2011 15:10:26 GMT -5
Hey Phillip, you're a jerk for dropping her.
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Post by Nicole on Jan 18, 2011 18:04:51 GMT -5
((Phillip: Hey! It wasn't totally my fault.. *Grumbles and mumbles*))
Part IV – A Trusting Reality
Michelle awoke with a start, jolting up in a sitting position. Grimacing, she rubbed the sore temples of her head with her fingers as a throbbing headache appeared when she moved. “Wait a sec…” Her eyes widened as she grinned. She felt pain, which meant that she MUST be back home and not in dreamland! She silently rejoiced and did a ‘touch down’ dance with her arms, then attempted to stand up. She yelped as her weight caused the uneven surface to cave in, sending her tumbling down into the warm blankets.
“Oops,” she giggled, still smiling away, “Mom! Dad! Where are you guys? You won’t believe what kind of nightmare I had last night!” When she didn’t hear her father answer like he always did, her smile disappeared. “Mom? Dad…?”
Looking around the room more carefully, she realized –once again- that she still wasn’t at home… Michelle stood up shakily, the surface causing her to fall on her bottom in defeat. Her eyes widened.
“No, no, no,” She shook her head in disbelief; right now she was lying on a giant bed and lost in the sea of ruby red blankets, and that only meant one thing…everything that giant from her dream was saying was real. Just great…she was trapped in some sci-fi world where everything towered above her.
Hearing footsteps near the doorway, she scrambled on hands and feet to the covers, covering herself in an attempt to hide. She listened as the door slowly creaked open and the heavy footsteps entered the room.
“I know you’re up, little human,” the same male voice bellowed, his footfalls growing closer to the bed, “you don’t have to hide from me.”
She shivered and exhaled a shaky breath, her heart pumping furiously against her ribcage as it threatened to burst out of its containment at any given moment. She didn’t want to be found…and she prayed that she wouldn’t be found…but that sinking feeling in her gut told her the truth.
‘You’re going to be found whether you like it or not!’ it retorted, giving a loud hungry growl in protest. She yelped when she felt a heavy dead-weight rest down on her, making her body warmer than she already was from the heat it radiated.
The giant chuckled; she could almost picture the amusement in his eyes and the large grin on his tanned face. “I don’t think your stomach will take much more of this hiding game,” he observed, “can’t you just be courteous and come out, please?”
Sighing in defeat, Michelle turned over as best as she could and jabbed at the large hand lying on top of her and the covers. Confused, he lifted up his hand and watched as she crawled out. She stood up slowly on the comforter and looked up at his grinning face and, in return, he continued staring down at her.
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Phillip honestly thought that the small human wouldn’t come out without a fight or protest. Don’t get him wrong though, he was pleased that he wouldn’t have to deal with it. He was glad she was finally cooperating…somewhat at least…
Feeling a surge of confidence go through him, he thought that the two of them could get along and slowly learn to trust one another. He cleared his throat.
“…I don’t think we’ve had a proper introduction yet,” he said as he dipped into a low, respectful bow, “I’m Phillip Jay Henderson II, at your service.” He straightened up again and slowly extended his pointer finger towards her, causing her to visibly flinch back.
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“And might I have your name? Surely you don’t want me calling you ‘little human’ the whole time, right?” She heard him ask as she locked a steady gaze on the large digit in front of her. What did he want her to do? Touch it? Shake it?
Opting the last choice, she hesitantly shook his finger up and down with her small hand.
“Err…Michelle, but so-sometimes I’m called Mi-Mitch,” she managed to squeak out, “It’s um…ni-nice to meet you Sir Phil-Phillip.” Phillip raised an eyebrow and shook his head, chuckling.
“No need for ‘sir’, it makes me sound too old,” he stated with a smile, “Besides, we’re acquainted enough. It’s very nice to meet you Michelle.”
Michelle’s heart skipped a beat and she blushed when he said her name. He said it so softly, so affectionately, and so charmingly as if trying to lure her in like a predator and its prey. Or maybe it was just her imagination running wild…
She gave a forced cough and regained her composure. “Li-Likewise…”
“So, are you still hun-?” Phillip was cut off when a soft growl emitted from her stomach. She blushed profusely and looked down at the ground in embarrassment.
“Well I guess that answers my question!” He laughed, a belly laugh that sent vibrations throughout Michelle’s body, “Let’s get you something to eat then, sound good?”
Using the hand closest to her, he turned it palm up. She looked at him with an eyebrow arched in question, her arms slowly folding across her chest. Phillip made a small gesture with the hand and ushered her to get on. Her eyes widened.
“Oh no…” she shook her head and backed up as far as she could until she crashed into the pillow, falling back on her butt, “No, no, no, you ex-expect me to get on th-that?!” She pointed her finger at the waiting hand, and then looked up at Phillip. He nodded, confused by her reaction.
“Well how else are you going to get there,” he asked thoughtfully, “by flying?”
‘Boy I wish I could right now,’ Michelle thought in her mind as she shook her head again. “I-I’ll find some other way, bu-but thank you for your kind ges-gesture.” She stood and walked carefully around the hand, only to have her path blocked by another one. With a sigh, Phillip switched positions from standing to now kneeling beside the bed so he was somewhat eye-level with her, though he still towered above her. She blinked up at him unsurely, her body tensed.
“You’re going to have to trust me,” he said, smiling.
“That’s not as easy as it sounds…”
“Only if you don’t try is it not easy.”
“I-I don’t need to try! I know! Besides, I don’t need your help!”
“I’m afraid you do, especially if you want to get around this place.”
“I don’t need help! I’m not a child!!”
“Alright, fine,” he said with a mocking calmness in his voice as he pulled both hands back, folded his arms on the bed, and rested his chin on top of them. “So how are you planning on getting off then, hm?”
“…Umm…” Michelle floundered about for an excuse. He had her there…just how would she get off this bed? She sighed in frustration, “I-I’ll find a way…” She turned to look at his smirking face, her pride falling down to the ground. His palm-up hand slithered across the covers and stopped in front of her once again.
“Say it,” he politely ordered.
“Say what?”
“That you need me.”
She frowned. “But I don’t need you! I-I’m just choosing to…to…use you to my advantage!” She stomped angrily towards the hand, but Phillip closed it in a fist before she could get on. She backed away, not knowing whether this action showed he was getting frustrated or something else.
“What are you using to get there, Michelle?” His tone was still very calm.
“…Your hand…”
“Right. So you still need me,” he replied coolly, gazing at her with a knowing look. “How many times do I have to say this,” she groaned, crossing her arms, “I don’t need your help!!”
“Yes you do.”
“No. I. Do. Not.”
“You know, we could just keep going back and forth all day,” he said as he shook his head and chuckled.
“And we just might do tha-!” She blushed when her stomach cut off her sentence with a loud growl. He opened his fist, revealing an inviting palm.
“Let’s try this again,” he chuckled a little more, “Are you going to try trusting me?”
“…Whatever.” With one last audible groan of protest, Michelle stomped over to his hand for the second time that day and reluctantly stepped on.
“See that wasn’t so bad now was it?” He arched an eyebrow, and looked down at her.
“I hate you,” she seethed, sitting Indian-style in the center of his palm. His smile only grew bigger.
“Aww, you don’t mean that,” Phillip laughed as he slowly raised his hand above the bed as he stood. She shook her head.
“No, I really do mean it,” she replied, turning her head to the side in defeat, “…Don’t you have some people to rule and watch over, SOMETHING other than watching over me..? I’m capable of handling myself you know.”
“Are you still going on about that?” He stopped mid-step to look down at the human sitting in his palm, a pout etched clearly on her little face. There was a pregnant pause before he continued walking, “All of those things are true, I do need to be taking care of my palace and people, but I can’t just leave you out here all alone. Who knows what kind of trouble you could get yourself into,” he mused.
“Once again, I’m able to take care of myself, thank you very much,” she cut in, crossing her arms and pursing her lips.
“This coming from the same person who was about to get flattened if I had not heard you,” Michelle’s face flushed with embarrassment as she casted her head downwards; that was one of the scariest moments she’d faced in her entire life…and she honestly didn’t want that to happen again.
“Well if a certain SOMEONE wasn’t following me, then I would’ve gotten along just fine!” She retorted in a small voice. He merely shrugged.
“Hey, you peaked my curiosity,” Phillip replied, “I mean come on, if you were in my position, would you not have done the same thing?”
“No,” she replied, shaking her head and glaring up at him, “I’d just leave the thing be.”
“Of course you would,” he chuckled sarcastically.
Michelle sighed and massaged her forehead, ‘Men…’ She looked up, as if the ceiling were going to take her away from this place, only to see the immense being stop focusing ahead and turn down to look at her. Her eyes widened and she slowly looked away, feeling herself being lifted up higher in the air. She clung to the nearest digit instinctively and shut her eyes tightly.
“Oh come on,” he sighed, the two of them now eye level, “you’re not still afraid of me, are you?”
She stayed silent, loosening up her grip on his tree trunk finger and letting out a deep breath.
Phillip gave a small, half-smile. “Well we’re outside the dining halls now, but…I don’t think it would be a good thing if you were spotted out by others,” he used one of his fingers on his other hand to turn her so she faced him, “so I’m afraid you’re going to have to ride in a concealed place until the food is ready and the servants are gone. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s quite comfy and (he chuckled) roomy in there.”
Michelle tilted her head to the side in confusion; where was he going with this…? She was lowered chest-level and next to a flap on his button-down dress shirt. Ah…now she knew where this was going. The hand tipped and she slid into the dark pocket, landing on her rear with a yelp. Phillip looked down at her and gave that usual, friendly grin.
“I promise, you won’t be in there long,” she heard him say before she fell into the corner of the pocket with his movement. The only thing she heard now was the faint beating of a drum behind her, which turned out to be his large heartbeat. With a sigh, she sat back up and leaned against his chest with crossed arms. Even though this situation was still weird and a bit frightening to her, she actually felt at peace at the moment…so much that she closed her eyes and drifted off.
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Post by cuppy on Jan 18, 2011 18:43:28 GMT -5
^^ I love this!!! Can't wait to read more.
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Post by manynames on Jan 18, 2011 18:45:29 GMT -5
I can't wait to see what happens next.
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Post by Nicole on Jan 18, 2011 19:22:42 GMT -5
cuppy: I'm glad you like it! It means a lot! And I promise I'll update soon >w< manynames: I'll update soon, promise. :3
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Post by Satal on Jan 19, 2011 5:29:07 GMT -5
Oh gosh how do I approve of this? I love how they react to each other and their actions seem true for their ages. I cannot wait till rthe next updat.
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Post by Amayasama on Jan 19, 2011 17:28:55 GMT -5
^0^ wow! I love this as well ;3 These two are the perfect pair for both bonding and some humorous acts against each other XD I also have to say that I want to give that big fella a hug...he's arrogant yet I can't help but love him~
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Post by Nicole on Jan 23, 2011 16:28:49 GMT -5
Satal - That's a relief to hear.. @w@; Amayasama - Yes~ >w< It's something about that arrogance that makes him lovable. Update! Part V – Evening Questions“Little human?” A voice called to Michelle in her half-conscious state. Something warm curled around her and lifted her into the air with no difficulties, making her move around a little in protest, “Come on, it’s time to wake up…the food is ready! I thought you were hungry?” Lazily opening her eyes, light poured into her clouded vision, eventually clearing so she could see everything clearly. She let loose a yawn and stretched as best as she could in the confinement of Phillip’s hand, then looked up at him with droopy eyes. Well he was still there and still a giant, so this day hadn’t been a dream… He chuckled and smiled warmly. “Have a nice nap?” He asked, setting her down on the soft, yellow tablecloth. “Hope it worked up your appetite a bit more!” In response, her stomach growled hungrily. He laughed and motioned for her to turn around, which she did hesitantly and gasped. In front of her was a plate of delicious food that made her mouth water. Splendid! And boy was she hungry…but there was no way she could eat all that food… “Don’t worry, whatever you don’t finish, I will,” he chuckled, just so happening to read her thoughts. She gave a nod and slowly walked towards the plate, looking at it from different sides. She reached out and took a small piece of the chicken, then sat down and started munching on it. ‘This actually tastes…good,’ she thought to herself as she continued nibbling on the meat. When she was finished with that, she stood back up and looked around the plate more, seeing what she would eat next. Her stomach was feeling a bit better, but still not quite full yet. --- The whole time, Phillip was watching her with a large smile on his face as he laid his head in his hand and rested his elbow on the table. Of course this was improper for a prince to do, for any gentleman to do at that, but right now he didn’t care. He was too busy focused on the adorable, little human…his adorable, little human…and how she was munching away on different pieces of meat, vegetables, and bread. At this moment, he was happy that she was finally getting used to her surroundings. Then a serious look pulled onto his face; soon he would have to tell people about her, he couldn’t keep her a secret forever. --- Finally feeling full, Michelle gave a contented sigh as she dropped down to the floor, lying on her back. She looked up at Phillip and noticed him staring at her with a serious look before it softened up. ‘Odd…’“Well, how was it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in question. She smiled and held up two thumbs-up, causing him to chuckle at her gesture. She brought her hands back down and rested them on her stomach as she stared up at Phillip when he started finishing the rest of the food (which was still a lot since Michelle was small). To see his huge mouth open and devour a hunk of meat the size of her body was frightening as she shivered and closed her eyes tightly. She would wait until he finished eating before she would ask a few questions; for now, she would just stare at the ceiling and think. The two sat in silence for a little over 15 minutes until Phillip finally finished up his meal. He set the napkin he used to wipe his mouth on the plate and looked down at her, noticing her stare. His eyebrows pulled up in curiosity. “Something wrong?” He asked as her eyes focused more on him. She shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied, sitting up, “just thinking…” “Thinking? Thinking ‘bout what?” “Well…first off I wanted to say sorry for…” she looked down, “for biting your thumb…” He smiled. “Don’t fret about it,” he replied, shaking his head, “it was a natural reaction. Next question?” “How old are you?” “Seventeen, going on eighteen on June 15, why?” ‘So I was right about his age,’ she mused to herself as she shook her head. “Oh, no reason,” she replied, “I was just curious.” “Alright then, my turn,” he said, resting his chin on his folded hands, “how old are you?” “Same age, ‘cept my birthday is in August.” He nodded thoughtfully and smiled, “Anything else?” “…How long was I out for? When I woke up, I felt refreshed. Normally I don’t get that feeling,” she stated, scratching the back of her head in confusion. “Well, you were asleep for about nine or ten hours.” Her eyes widened. Nine or ten hours?! She’d never slept that long in her entire life! No wonder she was so rejuvenating! “Well I’m not surprised,” he chuckled, “I mean, you were running around a lot this morning, you deserved the rest.” She nodded and then asked, “So if that was this morning, what time is it now?” “Nine o’clock in the evening.” ‘Wow…time sure did fly,’ she thought silently, rubbing the back of her head, “So now what?” "We’ll probably get you all cleaned up and then we’ll go to sleep,” he replied. Going to sleep at nine? That was certainly new to-…wait a sec… “Cl-Cleaned up…?” She stuttered and stood up, turning to look at him with a tint of blush on her cheeks, “Wi-With you??” “Wha-? Oh heavens no!” He cried out, his face flushing the same color as Michelle’s as he shook his head quickly, “I may be worried about leaving you by yourself but not to the point where I’ll invade your privacy!” “Thank God…” she sighed in relief, bringing her hands up and running them through her mangled hair, “but getting this filth off of my body does sound nice…” He nodded and set his hand down palm up next to her, “Ready?” She shrunk back a tad bit, but stepped on anyway. It would take her a long while before she ever got used to that. “But what are we using as a makeshift bath tub,” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “You sure do ask a lot of questions,” he laughed, “We’ll use what we have. I think a sink will work just fine.” She nodded and looked down at the ground as he walked, “Alright, but just one more question…” “I’m listening.” “Is there a private school that you go to here or do you get tutored like all of those celebrities in Hollywood?” “I get tutored of course,” he chuckled, “but I do have friends that go to private schools.” “You have friends?” She asked innocently. He stopped in front of the bathroom door, “Of course I have friends! Why does that surprise you?” She laughed nervously and fidgeted around, “It’s just I’ve read so many stories about how royalty don’t really make friends with commoners or outsiders, just those in the palace.” “Man what do humans write…” he muttered more to himself than to Michelle, “Well, I have friends both inside and outside of the palace. I do hope you wouldn’t mind meeting them soon.” Her eyes widened like small teacup saucers. Just getting used to one giant was enough, but three or four?? That had ‘bad idea’ written all over it. She sighed, her head spinning with worry, “I-I think I can do without that for a while…a long while…” He pouted, “Oh come on, they’re not THAT bad. I think you’ll become very fond of them!” ‘Sure, whatever you say…’ she thought as she massaged her temples. Finally opening the bathroom door, Phillip stepped inside and walked over to the grand sink standing parallel to the bathtub. It was a simply, yet elegant, bathroom that made Michelle’s breath catch in her throat. Just above the bathtub on the tiled wall was a beautiful drawing of an ancient sun on the tiled wall. An-Ancient sun? ‘What the-?!’ She looked down at the hand resting in her lap and turned it palm up. The symbol on her hand from the witch was exactly the same as the one on the wall! Freaky much? Deciding to ignore it for now, but keep it in mind for later, she continued looking around. Next to the door they just entered from was a shower stall. Even that looked just as pretty as the room; it didn’t throw the balance off at all. Her hearing perked up at the sound of water as she turned to look at the now running faucet. She noticed above the sink was an oval shaped, clear mirror. ‘Oh God I look hideous!’ She screeched in her mind as she looked at the copy of herself in the mirror. Her usual straight, brunette hair was matted and tangled from all the hardship she took that day; her clothes were a bit off color from all the dust on those steps and from running around. And her face…oh God her face… Her eyeliner had run from crying, sleeping, and rubbing her face too much, and her lipstick was gone from her lips, leaving them their normal, pale pink color. “Michelle? Are you alright?” Phillip asked concernedly as her saw the color drain from her face. She shook her head quickly and stared at the mirror, then down at the sink. He had already stopped the faucet when the water had reached near the brim of the bowl. “I was just…thinking some more,” she replied in a far off voice, “but I’m back and now I’m ready to get washed up…” He nodded and gently set her down on the counter. “Just yell if you need anything,” he reassured, “I’ll be right outside.” And with that said, he turned on his heels and walk towards the door, opening it up.
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Post by Amayasama on Jan 24, 2011 18:55:33 GMT -5
x,x Oh running makeup, that's the worst! XD I do have the idea though that someone will be walking in on her ;3 I shall put my money on that one
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Post by Satal on Jan 30, 2011 9:24:50 GMT -5
I'm with Amaya. xD
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Post by Nicole on Feb 1, 2011 21:49:15 GMT -5
(Ding, ding, ding! You guys are right! >w<)
She watched him walk out and shut the door behind him, and then turned her attention back on the figure standing in the mirror.
“Holy crap I look reaaaaalllly bad,” she laughed out, pulling her shirt off and over her head. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, revealing her lacey pink underwear. She slipped out of her shoes and socks and set them on the side, near her clothes. Once again, she glanced at herself and sighed, then took off her undergarments and slid into the soapy, hot water. It felt so nice and relaxing…she’d have to be careful not to fall asleep.
She started swimming towards the soap on the holder and put her hands on top of it. She rubbed her hands on the soap until they felt slimy and slick. Immediately she started washing her mascara off, then dipped her hands in the water and splashed it on her face, rubbing until all the soap was off.
She opened her eyes and then rubbed her hands on the soap again, washing up her arms, legs, torso, and any other body parts that needed to be cleaned.
Once that was finished, she dove into the water for a bit, then came up for a breath. Her hair, now wet and untangled, was slick against her back. She repeated the procedure of getting soap and started washing up her hair, and then dove back down to wash it out.
“And…done!” She wrung her hair out as she started swimming towards her clothes, lifting herself up and out of the water. She landed on the counter and turned around, looking at her new appearance in the mirror. “Much better! And I feel cleaner too,” she mused with a nod and a smile, but paused for a moment, her previous smile disappearing in an instant.
She didn’t have a clean change of clothes! Great…was she going to be forced to go out in the same stuff..? She shuddered; then it’d be like she never took a bath in the first place if she just put the same dirty clothes back on…
“Um…H-Hey,” she yelled, hoping he’d hear her, “We have a…small problem.”
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Phillip leaned against the door of the bathroom with a bored sigh as he waited for Michelle to finish up. It certainly did take longer for girls to get clean, guess it’s all that hair they had…
“H-Hey!”
His ears perked up to hear her faint voice calling him through the closed door.
“We have a…small problem…”
“A problem,” he repeated in confusion, “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a change of clothes…”
He scratched his head, “Can’t you just put on the clothes you were just in for the moment..?”
“But they’re dirty!!” She groaned, “Besides, they’re not pajamas either!”
Okay so that was a problem…not a major one…but like she said, a small one. He rubbed his chin in thought, wondering what he could give to the small girl so she could cover herself up until further notice. Then an idea hit him. He turned towards the door and rested his hand on the frame. “I’ll be right back.”
“What are you going to do…?” She asked.
“…Just trust me,” he replied, smiling as he turned and walked off. He knew just the place to find some clothes for Michelle; his little sister’s room. Her doll clothes would probably fit her like a glove…well…at least he hoped they would.
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Michelle didn't have much of a choice as she waited for his return. With a sigh, she sat down on the marble counter, resting her cheek on her hand. She hoped that this plan of his would work; she was tired of the cold air whipping at her back. Being in just her birthday suit wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world. She stared at the water and pouted, watching as the small excess drops from the faucet dripped into the water and caused small ripples.
Suddenly she heard the click of the door and turned around, seeing a little girl’s head just shutting the bathroom door and locking it. Michelle’s breath caught in her throat and her heart beat against her ribcage. To this girl, Michelle looked like nothing but a small doll that practically said 'Pick me up'!
Hurriedly picking up her clothes, she crawled on hands and knees over to the soap bar and hid behind it as best as she could as she listened to the little girl’s footsteps walk towards the toilet.
A few seconds or later, a flushing noise cut through the silence and Michelle’s nervous thoughts, and then more footsteps sounded. She looked over her shoulder to see the little girl’s hand lift the drain, sucking up the previous water kept inside, and turn on the faucet. Michelle’s hiding spot was taken away when the little girl picked up the soap bar and rubbed her hands against it.
That…probably wasn’t the best place to hide…
A small gasp came from the girl as she caught sight of Michelle, who was now shaking with fright. She looked up into the young girl’s sparkling eyes, her mouth parting into a smile. She looked very similar to Phillip, though her hair was a brighter blond and her eyes a sharper blue than his. Her thin eyebrows were lifted up in curiosity as she set the soap down on the counter and began reaching for Michelle, leaning over the sink. Time seemed to slow down as Michelle snapped out of her stare and stood quickly, backpedaling away like a crab.
“Ah, naked lady! Eww...!” The girl squeaked with a giggle as she studied Michelle. “What are you?” the little girl asked in confusion, “You can’t be a doll…Dolls don’t move! Unless you’re a robot…”
Michelle shook her head with vigor; two giants in one day?! Would she ever get used to a place like this...? A thought struck her brain; she didn't want to stay in her state for much longer.
“E-Ex-Excuse me, do-do you think you co-could hand me a piece of ti-tissue?” Michelle stuttered, looking up at the girl with pleading eyes. The girl complied and hopped over to the roll of toilet paper, tearing off a sheet and then walking back to the sink, handing it to Michelle. She gingerly, but also hesitantly, took it from the young girl and wrapped it around her body. At least that would hold her for a bit...
“So!” The young girl chimed, causing Michelle's head to shift in her direction. "What exactly are you...?"
Biting her lip, Michelle replied, “I’m a human…”
“A human? Really?!” Well at least she knew what a human was and that Michelle wasn’t a doll…thank goodness. “So, little human, what’s your name?”
“It’s...Michelle…”
Her smile grew bigger, “My name’s Elise! And I’m ten years old! How old are you?”
“I-I’m seventeen.”
“Hey, that’s the same age as my big, big brother! Wait until I show you to him, he’ll be so surprised!” Then Elise put on a look of worry. “How come you’re stuttering? Are you still cold?”
“I-It’s not th-that…I’m just a li-little nervous,” Michelle replied honestly.
“Oh don’t worry, my brothers are nice! They won’t hurt you,” she beamed, smiling.
“N-No it’s not just that…”
“Then are you scared of me?” Elise asked in a small voice. Michelle nodded slightly. “I’m not scary…I’m sorry if I scared you.” A pang of guilt went through Michelle as she saw the hurt look on Elise's face. Even though she was much bigger…she was a sweet kid. She didn’t want to crush her heart or feelings.
“No, it’s not your fau-fault,” Michelle laughed shakily, “I’m just…not used to all of this, sweetheart…”
With a nod and a smile, Elise moved back and away from the sink. “I have to show you to my brother…” ---
Once Phillip got the small night gown from one of Elise’s dolls, he headed back towards the bathroom door and knocked on it, “Michelle?”
“There he is now!” He heard an all too familiar voice squeak from inside the bathroom. His eyes widened, “El-Elise?”
The door unlocked and opened, revealing Elise standing in front of her brother with Michelle in hand. “Look what I found brother, it’s a human!”
“Yes I see…” he replied, crouching down to her level, “Michelle…?”
“You know her name already?” Elise asked and Phillip nodded in response. His eyes found Michelle’s, the poor thing. She looked so pale and frightened as she let out shaky breathes, her chest rising and falling.
“Elise, isn’t it past your bed time?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, “You should be asleep. Say ‘Good night’ to Michelle.”
“Aww! But I wanted to talk to her some more,” she whined as she pressed Michelle against her cheek.
He chuckled briefly and held out his hand, “Maybe you can see her tomorrow.”
With a pout still on her face, Elise nodded and deposited Michelle in Phillip’s awaiting hand. “Good night, Michelle!” She smiled down at her and then turned away, walking to her room and shutting off the light.
Phillip shook his head and sighed, “Sisters…” He looked down at Michelle worriedly, and then blushed when she realized why she was turning away from him. She was struggling to keep her makeshift robe wrapped tightly around her body.
“H-Here,” he stuttered, placing the nightgown in his palm and turning away from her.
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“It’s one of Elise’s dolls’ clothes…It can serve as a temporary until we find some clothes better suited for you.” Michelle heard him say. She sighed; great, she was reduced to wearing dolls’ clothing…Eying him carefully, she quickly slipped into the temporary gown, noticing that it was slightly rough and a little loose. She let out a forced yawn as she sat in Phillip’s palm. He turned back, feeling that it was okay to look now, and nodded.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he said, standing up, “it’s been a long and eventful day.” She listened to his footfalls as he walked to his room, opening the door.
Once they were inside, he shut the door and walked over to his bed, setting her atop it. Michelle fell onto the familiar sea of red blankets she had been on earlier this morning. She blushed and turned her back to Phillip when she caught a glimpse of his chest as he was changing into his night shirt, and then getting ready to un-loop the belt around his waist; he could’ve at least warned her, really! Quickly averting her gaze to the blankets under her, she waited for a few minutes until he was done changing...
Michelle's mind began drifting off onto other things as she waited for an okay signal from the giant prince. One of those things was, naturally, her home town...would she ever see her friends or family again? Or was she stuck here...forever?
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she jumped when she felt a finger rub up and down on the length of her back, which she turned around and saw Phillip - now in his night clothes - leaning over her with a warm smile on his face. He sat on the bed with a sigh, causing Michelle to bounce and a give a shriek.
“Sorry,” he laughed lightly, reaching down to and cupping her in his hands. He brought them close to his chest, and then, using one hand, pulled the covers up as he laid down. She pushed against him with a groan, her face flaring hot. Her body vibrated as he chuckled once again.
“Good night,” he whispered as he shut his large eyes.
She pursed her lips and growled under her breath. She was sick of being manhandled; absolutely sick of it! She just wanted her normal life back!
A thought that hadn’t pushed its way to her brain until now appeared as she stared at Phillip’s night shirt.
Tonight would be the night…she would try escaping from this hell hole…
---- Meh! Not my best chapter in the world.. @w@ But it does leave a cliffhanger, so I'm alright with that. The bath-scene I might re-do later when I get the chance, but for now I'll leave it be.
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