it seems like i've fallen behind again - - (r)

[nayely ashford]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The sounds of sweeping on the hard concrete was the only sound that had been made from the flower shop all morning.  Her grandmother was resting upstairs despite her obvious dislike of laying around all day. The illness was painful, yes. But it was more painful to watch her granddaughter keep the shop going, the old woman claimed. Though, the younger of the two had dismissed it and ordered the elder to rest while she cleaned up the shop. Dust picked up as she swept the front step of their store quietly. The shop wasn't supposed to open today, she knew. But there was an order that needed to be picked up and it was because of that and that fact only that she would clean and open the floral shop for the day. Besides, it was the weekend. Maybe that would mean more customers would come if they stayed open! Or at least, she could hope as much.  Nayely continued sweeping, but then she heard it. Soft meows came forth from the small bushes planted along the side of the road. The girl walked over towards the bush, peering over the foliage before catching sight of what exactly it was. A kitten!  "How cute!" She suddenly said, pulling the branches back. Oh no! It was stuck in there! It was then that Nayely decided it was up to her to save this poor feline from the devil that possessed the bush (because obviously plants can't be cruel). She got up and fetched the clippers from the shop before returning to the shrub and cutting away at the branches that kept the kitten stuck inside.  The mission was successful, she thought. Nayely bent down, arms reaching out towards the baby cat. However, it seemed as though her efforts weren't quite appreciated because she ended up taking a claw to the arm. The kitten scratched at the young woman, terrified from the sudden presence of sharp blades and now a person's arms. What if this was dangerous, the kitten must have thought.  And it was just that kind of thought that made the girl get up once again and rush into the kitchen. She got a bit of fish and set it into a small plate before setting it in front of the bush. Topaz eyes stared intently as the tan kitten's head peered out with hesitation. It backed up for a second before daring to step closer. One, two, three, four steps. Followed by another four and the kitten arrived at the dish.  Nayely laid down on her stomach, crossing her arms in front of her and kicking her legs back and forth into the air as she watched. Kittens really were adorable. They were like babies! Just smaller and furry. On closer inspection, the florist had decided that the kitten would be newly named Simba because of the hue of the kitten's fur. The kitten ate the fish quietly and Nayely lifted a hand to pet it. But again, she took a claw to the hand. She laughed quietly, glancing at the scratches. It wasn't anything too bad. Not like she'd die from it.  A shadow cast over her and Simba then and a sudden realization came to her. She was laying down right in the middle of a sidewalk. She must have been in the way. Nayely picked up the kitten, though Simba was obviously very against being woman handled. "I'm sorry sir... or um ma'am!" Hey. She had to cover her bases. "I'll get out of the way. Ow, Simba! Stop it!" She held the kitten away from her as much as possible before offering a sheepish grin to the other.  Her bad.  [/style]

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[morgan gardner]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]The wind, heavily perfumed with the scent of flowers, brushed his cheek with chilled fingers, lifting his pale blond hair from his face. Winter’s frigid hold was lifting from the world, giving in to spring and he could feel it as the sun beamed down, warmer than it ever was during the winter. He could scent the fragrance of the foliage bursting to life with the rising temperatures. The blond could hear the songs of birds singing high in the trees as well. The season of silence was over. There was something about winter that robbed everything of sound, especially when there was snowfall, so it made sense to him to call it as such. It was hard to smell anything, too, above the cold, wetness of snow. The crunch of snow hide the difference sounds the ground below made which prevented him from straying from the sidewalk. He wasn’t able to see anything, thus he relied heavily on his other senses. Winter was the hardest time for him since it effectively blinded his other senses. With the returns of the sounds and smells, Morgan felt assured of his surroundings once more, well, as much as he could be with his blindness and all. As the man walked, listening to the sound of his footprints thudding against the stone walkway, he paused a moment to take in the soft scratchy noise of a broom brushing against the pavement. He was close to someone. He was hoping he was in the vicinity of the flower shop. He enjoyed flowers. They smelled nice and he enjoyed the feeling of their petals beneath his fingers. He continued walking, noting that the sweeping had stopped. Instead he heard footsteps, a metallic snip, more footsteps, and another metallic sound up ahead. It appeared someone was busy doing something. The sounds grew closer, but he wasn’t sure where they had come from. His focus moved back to his footsteps, making sure to take careful steps. It wasn’t long before he discovered where the noises were coming from, laying right in his path. Of course, the only reason he knew was from sound alone. “Don’t worry about it,” He replied, warmly. A small frown pulled down on the corners of his mouth at the ‘ows’ that were uttered. “Did you hurt yourself?” That couldn’t have been the case, she was talking to something called ‘Simba’. He reached out his hand, feeling fur meet his fingers. “Oh, a animal. Cat?” He felt for the creatures face, getting swatted by a flurry of claws in the process. “Definitely a cat,” He muttered to himself with a small chuckle, inspecting the damage done to his hand.[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland[/style]

[nayely ashford]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Little Simba had a little roar. But even with that said, the tawny kitten had a worse scratch than its roar. Ironic, she thought. Wasn't it usually the other way around? All bark and no bite? Did kittens bark? She had half a mind to ask the baby animal, but; she was almost certain that she'd only take a claw to the face if she asked such a preposterous question. Silly human, it must have thought. Thinking that kittens could bark! They could hardly meow if anything at all. Nayely couldn't help but laugh at the thought as well, and the kitten could only look up at the particularly odd blonde. Humans. He'd surely never understand them. Simba gave a soft meow. Perhaps if he was gentle with the human, she'd put him down. And he could carry on about his day. Because obviously. Food was superior to human affection in every which way possible. Then someone else touched him. Why did people keep having to touch him? Harrumph! The little kitten let out a hiss, swinging out his claws at the stranger. Well, stranger number two. The first one was entirely strange however. "Bad Simba!" The girl reprimanded, giving the kitten a light swat to the paw. "It is not okay to scratch other people. Didn't your mother teach you any better?" She shook her head in disapproval before setting the kitten down onto the concrete ground. Hmph! The nerve of these humans, the kitten thought to himself. He trotted over to the dish, eating quietly as his tail swung in the air. And all he had wanted was to eat and sleep. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently so! Nayely let out another small laugh, rubbing the back of her head nervously. "M'sorry about that! I just found him so he hasn't exactly warmed up to me yet." She apologized, giggling all the while. Surely, Simba would warm up to her eventually! Or, at least she most certainly hoped so. She never had a pet before! The blonde moved to get up off of the ground, lowering her head down slightly to examine the other's hand. She grasped his hand, examining it for any further injuries. It didn't look like anything too bad! Maybe a band-aid would help! She let go of his hand once again, digging through her pockets to find a useable band-aid. The crinkling of a wrapper came to her ears and she tugged it out. Band-aid! Mission successful! She peeled apart the wrappers before shoving it back into the pocket of her jeans. She picked up his hand once again, slapping the band-aid onto the cuts made by the kitten. She pat his hand gently and let go once again. "There you go!" Nayely grinned, laughing softly. "All better now! No harm, no foul, right?" She took a step back, rolling back and forth on her heels as she smiled wider. "My name's Nayely by the way! Nice to meet'cha!" [/style]

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[morgan gardner]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Tiny, crimson droplets welled up from the fresh wound, their warmth alerting him of their existence. He moved his fingers across the scratches, wiping the wound dry. The injury was nothing compared to the cuts he received in the kitchen while cooking. He let out a small chuckle as he continued moving his fingers gently over the broken skin until, suddenly, his hands were captured in the young woman’s grasp and pulled to her to be examined. “It’s alright,” He assured her. He realized how little attention he was paying when he realized the girl had rose to her feet and was now holding his hand. Morgan wasn’t sure if it was just him, but it felt as if the blond girl was looming over him. Was she taller than him? What did she look like? He wished he could see… His hand was released, reminding him once more than he wasn’t paying attention. There was a soft, crinkling noise and then his hand was back in her grasp. The moment the bandage was placed on his skin, all the ‘memories’ it held rushed at him. . . Every sight, smell, sound, and feeling flooded into his head so fast it was almost sickening. His brain felt overwhelmed with the sudden influx of information and he knew he would be unable to move or do anything until the memories passed. The most recent memories of the band-aid came into focus, slowing down enough for him to be able to focus. He saw the blond girl who had place in on his hand, as if from the bandages perspective. … She was cute. Pink dusted his cheeks as the memories reached their end. He recalled the bandaged point perspective of the blond girl. Her smile. The twinkle in her eyes. The way her hair fell over her shoulders. The hat that cast shadows over her brow. A smile bloomed on his lips as he dwelled on the image of the girl that he was allowed to have. The power he was born with may have caused him a lot of hardship, but he was thankful for it in that moment. It allowed him to see, even for a moment. “Thank you,” He said finally, trying to look in her general area. “My name is Morgan.” The blond man reached for her hand, kneeling down to place a soft kiss on the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nayely.” It was a accomplishment that he had managed to grasp her hand with only a guess as to where she actually was standing, especially with all the moment she was doing. As he rose back to his feet, he couldn’t help feeling surprised he had not embarrassed himself. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland[/style]

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