Kristin (aka) Butters (snwpnitsirk) wrote,
@ 2009-03-02 17:48:00

You give me a pairing (or just one character) and a color, and I'll give you a ~~sentence~~ paragraph.

I'm a sheep.

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	rooting 2009-03-05 05:01 pm UTC (link)
	Eddie and Marlie, burnt orange! Christian and Carly, sterile white! Eddie and Hawthorne, jet black! Abbey and Marlie, hunter green! Cass and Bailey, royal purple! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Christian/Carly - Sterile White

snwpnitsirk
2009-03-05 08:15 pm UTC (link)

“Hold still...” Carly actually winced at the same time as her best friend as she tried to clean out a cut that he had gotten near the side of his eye. Jude sighed a bit, trying his best not to instinctively pull away from the peroxide soaked cotton ball. He had been playing hockey, and had been slammed against the wall halfway through the game. Carly just happened to come over while he was in the middle of patching himself. “Explain to me again why you’re doing this? This may be surprising to you, but I actually am capable of taking care of myself. I’m not 5.” “I just want to make sure it’s clean, because if I don’t, than it’s going to get infected, and disgusting. Didn’t you read that story about the guy who didn’t clean out a cut he got, and then something started growing out of it? Yeah, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t need to see you with a tree sticking out of your forehead.” She dabbed once again at the cut, and when she pulled away to grab a new piece of cotton off of the sterile white countertop in his bathroom, he took the time to look at her, trying his best not to look confused. “…you need to stop reading those magazines. And-…no, Carly, put down the rubbing alcohol.”

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Eddie/Marlie - Burnt Orange

snwpnitsirk
2009-03-09 07:15 pm UTC (link)

“We should have called your mother…” Marlie groaned at her father’s words, scrunching up her nose as she looked into the oven. “This stinks.” “…yes. Yes it does; both literally and figuratively.” Looking over at her Dad, she couldn’t help but laugh, since he was making the same face as she was. He just gave her a toothy grin before he reached in to pull out the sweet potato fried, which were now a burnt orange color, since neither one of the Loke’s knew what they were doing. “So…how mad do you think Mom is going to be when she comes over and finds out that we ruined her potatoes?” “Is ‘very’ an appropriate response?” Marlie laughed. “I think it’s accurate, at least.” Sighing, she reached in with the oven mitt and pulled out the ruined side dish. “…at least we still have salad.” “…I was supposed to make salad?” “Dad!”

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