Row, Row, Row My Boat // [Libraria]

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Row, Row, Row My Boat // [Libraria] Jan 4, 2015 23:53:14 GMT -5

Post by Gamemaker Lauren Kinkade on Jan 4, 2015 23:53:14 GMT -5

"But I don't want to go with her!" Faberge did his best impression of a toddler, folding his arms until they squeezed his ribs and twisting his pout until it almost reached his chin. It was no use. His mother had seen too many pouts over the years. It was like she didn't even hear him any more.

"This sucks," he muttered as they left the house, completely oblivious to the fact that Saber had not volunteered to babysit him either. He only been trying to rewire part of the living room to light up his train set. He was going to put the wires back into their sockets when he was done, honest. Faberge shoved his dirty hands into his dirty pockets, brushing a few rare coins that he kept on his person at all times. "She just doesn't get me."

He waited until they were down the block, onto the main avenue. He skipped a step, and then whirled to face his much older, much taller sister. "We should do something cool. I don't want to go to the beach or to the playground. I'll be good, I promise, let's just do whatever you'd do if I wasn't here."

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Row, Row, Row My Boat // [Libraria] Jan 5, 2015 0:07:31 GMT -5

Post by Python on Jan 5, 2015 0:07:31 GMT -5

Babysitting was not her forte. Faberge could be a handful. She had sketched a profile of his face beside the word "troublemaker" in her Dictionary, and to this day he had yet to prove her efforts wasteful. Mother should've known not to buy him a train set as a Ratmas gift, or let him play with it without supervision. Rewiring the living room without permission? He could've asked Saber to do it. She could rewire it no problem, and she would've kept it a secret. The little brat had to be independent for some reason, stubborn thing.

"But I don't want to go with her!" Was the best whine he could muster. It didn't work, of course, and Saber rolled her eyes.

Now she was stranded with him.

She ignored his childish groans about mother not understand him. She was too mature for this, and not at all motherly enough to tolerate it for long periods of him.

"How about we visit the docks," she drawled. She honestly didn't care where they ventured.

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Row, Row, Row My Boat // [Libraria] Jan 5, 2015 0:17:37 GMT -5

Post by charade on Jan 5, 2015 0:17:37 GMT -5

It was one of the days she had to herself. The ones where Julie was out partying somewhere and Irene had slipped away to wherever it was she went when she didn't want to be found. Thus, the seventeen year old career was free to do what she wanted; that being taking her boat out for a ride. The work day was done, and most of the fishing trawlers had already returned, which meant that she didn't have to go to far out to avoid people. Ambling her nearly six foot frame down to the wharf, she kept walking until she reached the section where personal craft were moored, finding hers and unchaining it from the pier.

And then she realized she hadn't brought anything to munch on while she was out. Grumbling to herself, she stalked over to a little seaside snack shack and paid for some overpriced fish sticks. She didn't bother chaining the boat back up, not when it was close and there were other boats around it. It wouldn't float away, and if it did, she'd just swim after it.

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Row, Row, Row My Boat // [Libraria] Jan 5, 2015 2:05:00 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jan 5, 2015 2:05:00 GMT -5

The day was beautiful. It was a lovely day, it was, in fact a grand day. The weather was splendid her mother had yet to tell her she hated her. That was a wonderful reason to celebrate for the moment and it was why she had also taken the earliest opportunity to leave the house. That way her mood could stay positive. She moved down to the ocean that lined the district she lived in. The sun beating down on the path she took. Picking herself into a steady jog she moved amongst the people, twisting down the streets until she spotted it. Against the dock sat a boat, unattended, ready to be claimed. A wicked grin flickered onto her face and she dashed forwards, leaping onto the wood.