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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 2:09 pm
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The house, on the occassions she'd been transported there, always seemed somehow too large, too silent, like some sleeping beast never meant to awaken. As such, Hollandaise often hummed quietly to herself or murmured phrases that amused her. Today's phrases included 'beep, beep, I'm a creep' and 'easy peasy vampire squeezy'. She had crept around corners, peeked into rooms, torn her short dress on some jagged wood. That scrap of fabric was tied round her wrist now, a sad casualty of her continued disregard for her clothing. She wondered idly if it was worth repairing; the dress was soft and a deep gold brown with vines embroidered right below the bust.
Right now though, dress problems or not, Hollandaise was head first into a cabinet, although she was careful not to scrape her branches. She had yet to discover any living plants within the house, but something had glinted greenly in the shadows and Hollandaise wanted whatever it was. One hand reached out, fingers scabbling at what appeared to be a bracelet of some sort. Humming, Hollandaise wriggled more deeply into the cabinet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 3:41 pm
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At the unexpected words, Hollandaise's hands flew back, tugging her dress down ineffectually. Her turn and scramble to get out of the cabinet was clumsy and nearly ineffectual. Finally, she extricated herself and whirled around to stare at him, muscles tense, leaves vibrating. "D-did you see anything?" Merry had told her to be more careful in short things because panties were not to be seen, but it was hard to remember. (And why was such clothing so cute if it was meant to be hidden?)
"My name is not Pretty Woman, though," she said as though Dylon may not have realized this. "I am Hollandaise." His grin was enticingly bright and she blinked curiously, ears a-twitch and lips curving up in a subconscious imitation. She had meet creeple in white coats before, here. One had hurt her, the other had simply talked. This one, at least, seemed nice, even if his words were puzzling. Hollandaise tugged one lock of hair over her shoulder and toyed with it as she watched him.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 7:53 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 12:02 pm
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