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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 17, 2010 19:18:31 GMT -5
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Freja Gudjondottir. She was a beautiful young princess who lived in a part of the kingdom not to far away from her beloved cousin Anactoria. Freja was a reject in both of her parents eyes.
Her father's job was none other then torturing prisoners of war and other such scum. Freja would soon take his place which led to hours of sweating,whipping and the inevitable death. And Freja wondered if there was ever any escape.
Alas there was, a beautiful cliff she'd visit to often. Picnics she'd have there to get away. And one day her parents found her hiding place..things got a bit out of hand and her parents slipped and fell off of that cliff. That cliff was her savior and her only friend
Until Anactoria came along that was.
Freja knew she was right to fall in love with Anactoria,she was the only one right for her, whether they be cousins or females or whatever. But the other night...after a strange torture session with another suitor...
Freja's head began to pound as she looked into the window of a shop. There she went again narrating her own life as if it were a fairy tale. Even Freja had to admit to herself she was somewhat self-righteous. But in her eyes she had every right to be.
Freja had never been confused before though. It was always the same things over and over again Torture. Love. Death. Torture,love,death. Torture-love-death. Torturelovedeath.
Though not always in that order.
Freja smiled and lifted her head up to admire the blue skies,"It's just been a bad day after all! Tomorrow will be great!"she laughed spreading her arms open wide,ignorant of the people passing by and staring at her.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 17, 2010 19:31:37 GMT -5
City life was truly amazing. Sure, Dusty had been raised in an orphanage in the Canyon's capitol. But Oasis was not the city it once was. It was nothing like Venus. And the people!
The people were....well, they had quirks. Dusty had had a few fascinating encounters in her journey. Each one seemed just as interesting as the last. Not that she was without her own quirks. Dusty knew she was loud. But, she made up for it by being very friendly. And so far, she had made a few good friends.
And what else could she ask for? Well, work, maybe. She had to pay for her drinks and rent, somehow after all. Oh, and food as well. That was pretty important. Dusty strolled about Rue Coupole. Again, the faces of the city never ceased to amaze her. Traveling this far north had been a wise idea after all.
But, during this particular trip, it seemed another of the colorful residence was going to be crossing her path. And it was with a loud voice that could have easily rivaled her own excitable pitch that she was first treated the presence of Freja Gudjondottir.
"A bad day?" she looked up at the sky, curious to what it was the woman was looking for, "Don't seem all that bad ta me."
She scratched the back of her head, beneath the wide brim of her hat. Her fellow pedestrians continued to stare at the woman, but seemed to do little else. And, in all honesty, Dusty wasn't sure of what to make of her, either.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 17, 2010 19:37:43 GMT -5
"You've never felt tingly lesbian incestuous excitement before,have you?"Freja turned to Dusty, obviously excited someone had replied to her rather strange out burst. "You see..."she said putting her hands on Dusty's shoulders,"When someone makes you feel that way it's a bit weird to have someone else make you feel differently."
"So, I'm going to give myself the day off and not think about any kind of excitements or feelings...whatsoever!"Freja cried out like she was some kind of free-woman who had been found "Not guilty" by the court of law.
"You look a bit out of place yourself,"Freja replied. "I don't think I see too many people like you before,I've only heard of cowboy hats in stories..."she giggled pinching part of Dusty's hat,"Tell me. What's your name?"
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 17, 2010 19:49:18 GMT -5
So she had met some quirky ones in the past. But so far, whoever this was, Dusty had met someone almost as nutty as a Bloodthorne. Almost. Still, it was closer than she would have liked to see in someone's mental state.
"Uh...my name's Dusty." she replied, "An' I got no idea what you're talkin' 'bout."
Obviously, Freja had been correct in assuming that Dusty had never experienced "tingly-lesbian-incestuous-excitement" before. Due, in large part, to the lack of any actual relatives for the "incestuous" part.
The rest of what she was talking about (aside from the obvious fact that Dusty was not from around here) made little sense. So, Dusty lifted a red eyebrow up and gave a confused look to the strange woman.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 17, 2010 20:02:48 GMT -5
Speaking of red-eye brows, Freja was noticeably enjoying them. "My,my aren't you lucky? You know many girls don't have eye-brows that match they're natural hair color...they're usually a darker shade then that. For example I have bright blond hair but my eye-brows are sandy blonde...hmm..."I wonder what would happen if I did rip those eye-brows of yours off.."
Freja paused and shrugged,"Doesn't matter too much I guess,not right now anyways. Ahem...let me introduce myself! I am Freja Gudjondottir, grand cousin of Anactoria herself! That's the princess by the way,you silly hill-billie~"Freja chuckled and waved her hand non-chalently.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 17, 2010 20:12:12 GMT -5
OK, she was definitely on par with the Bloodthornes. She would probably be welcomed with open arms to that hated clan. But Dust stood her ground at the threat of having her eyebrows ripped out. It didn't sound very pleasant, but right now she had doubts as to how willing this so-called "grand cousin" was to assault a stranger in the middle of the day. Surely that kind of behavior was frowned upon.
But then again...never underestimate the irrational mind. Dusty's freckled features were locked in a poker face. Even at the passing insult, which she certainly did not appreciate.
"Well. I been here long 'nough to learn 'bout her and that little shindig o' her's." Dusty replied, "Seems to be a popular spot. Folks from all over are droppin' by, ain't they?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 17, 2010 20:19:55 GMT -5
Freja grinned. "Yes...quit the 'shin-dig' it is, many beautiful princess have come to win the beautiful Anactoria's heart...."she paused and then mumbled under her breath,"..unfortunate only a few will make it out alive."she said putting her hand over her mouth.
"Tell me,Rusty..."Freja said,mispronouncing Dusty's name,"Why have you come to Venus?"Freja decided it was about time she stopped talking about herself (no matter how awesome it was) and start listening to Rusty Busty Dusty,no matter how boring it became in the long-run.
She imagined Dusty talking in a slow accent saying things like "yep" and "missus" and "fried chicken and lemonade" while chewing on a piece of grass or whatever the hell it was she always saw farmers chew on when they weren't milking cows or at honky-tonks.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 18, 2010 4:34:24 GMT -5
"Ah, just comin' ta check the place out. Wanted to get outta the Golden Canyon a bit an' see the world." Dusty said, a small smile breaking out. She was a little more wary on the details while around this Freja. She certainly was not the type to be trusted with anything. Especially when that last mumbled comment reached the detective's ears.
Clearly, Freja had no respect for her intellect. Which was fine by her. Most people outside of her homeland would listen and assume she was about as sharp as a bag of wet mice. This happened to work in her favor.
"You ever go out an' travel?" she asked, "Just hop on a horse an' wonder 'bout for a while?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 18, 2010 7:54:08 GMT -5
"Well....no actually,"Freja admitted casting her eyes to the ground,"I've never left Venus since I've arrived and even before then I didn't get out much..."she explained with some disappointment hanging in her voice.
Freja suddenly grinned and gave a thumbs-up,"But as long as I'm with Anactoria, every-thing's going to be fine, isn't it?"she said, but her eyes suddenly became wide and Freja looked a bit scared,"Well...everythings going to be fine right?"
Freja let her arm hang by her side again and sighed. Who was she kidding? It would take allot to make Anactoria realize her feelings for her, and by then it might be too late. That's why Freja had to work fast eliminating as much competition as she could...
She failed the other night letting one of the suitors go though and Freja had been pondering all this time if that was the right thing to do in the end of it all.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 18, 2010 14:37:14 GMT -5
"Um......yes?"
For some reason, Dusty felt like she was only getting about half of the conversation. Freja was changing expressions and emotions at too fast a pace for any of it to make any reasonable sense. Up and down she went, all the while professing some sort of love for her cousin, the princess.
'An' here she was callin' ME a hill-billy...' the detective thought to herself.
She took a moment to glance around. People were still staring as they walked about. Evidently bits and pieces of the conversation had been picked up by passers by and they were giving the two a wide berth. Nobody else, it seemed, wanted to wind up in Dusty's position.
The detective cleared her throat and bravely carried on, "Well...ah, I haven't been out much either. This bein' the first time I ever left."
She was tempted to suggest that the two (Freja and Anactoria) could even take a trip somewhere. But, Dusty did not want to be held responsible for planting such an idea. Who knew what kind of results THAT would have.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 18, 2010 14:49:48 GMT -5
Freja's eyes suddenly lit up and she grinned, she looked to the left and then to the right blinking. "Where are we anyways? I simply left the castle and somehow ended up here,"she began to look at signs on the street,"'Stop here',I don't think I recall that location.."
Freja suddenly shrugged. "Ah,well. I do believe I know how to get to the park from here!"she said,which was probably a lie but hey she sounded convincing enough. As a matter of fact Freja even managed to convince herself she knew where the park was.
So Freja with just as much eagerness as a cat with a yarn-ball took poor confused Dusty by the hand and led her down the streets without a word. The people passing by the two gave sympathetic looks to Dusty one might give an animal in a cage but none stopped to help her.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 18, 2010 15:02:14 GMT -5
"The park?" keeping up with Freja was no easy task. The way she could hop around from subject to subject made no logical sense. As far she knew, their current location was not all that close to any park she could think of. And while she had been in the city for some time now, she was still more familiar with Night's Doorstep than the other parts of town.
She was, in fact, out trying to acquaint herself with the rest of the city. Get a good feel for her surroundings, should she ever need to work her way through them quickly.
Her hand wrapped up, Dusty was pulled along the street behind Freja. What she had to do with anything, she didn't know. Most likely, however, the ex-soldier just wound up at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"So, uh...you're off to a park, huh?" she said, "Anythin' special goin' on there?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 18, 2010 15:08:12 GMT -5
Freja suddenly stopped and froze. She slowly turned to Dusty and gave a rather uncanny smile,"Do you like birds?"she asked. "I do. I like birds a lot."she then giggled and skipped off pulling Dusty behind her again.
Eventually they reached a tiny field filled with various trees and a pond but it wasn't really a park. Nonetheless it was filled with chatting people simply talking to each other. Freja spotted a tree and a group of birds that gathered around it and she went to approach them.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 18, 2010 15:19:59 GMT -5
Dusty managed to avoid a collision with her captor "walking-buddy" when Freja came to an abrupt and sudden halt. "Uh...yeah...birds're nice." she replied.
They park popped up into her view and soon their trip was almost over. Of course, now that they were there, the two would have to find some of these birds that Freja liked a lot. The grip on her hand did not relent as she was led towards the tree that seemed to have the most of the winged creatures camped out on it's branches.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 18, 2010 15:23:52 GMT -5
Freja walked up the tree and made a sad attempt to climb it. She pressed her fingers against it's trunk then pressed her feet against it but whenever she tried to climb it she simply would slide down off of it onto the ground. Interestingly enough,no matter how many times she fell of the tree the smile never fail off of her face.
"I was never a climber as a child..."Freja explained to Dusty,"Little princesses don't climb trees,you see. Unless they're amazon princesses...but that's a completely different subject..."she explained trying to climb the tree once again only to fail once again.
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