Sweetcherrie

Yay, yay, *jiggies* Yay!

Righty, first a question towards people, anybody who knows anything about this.... Will we get another shoutbox? Then secondly, anybody up for using a thread like shoutbox in the meantime? This one for example?

Happy...happy....happy...Buddha? Oh wait, birthday! Happy Birthday! Attack of the Smilies!

Behind her she heard a yelp as the hammer hit Wyvern on the head, but Sweetcherrie continued. "One Mahogoney Travel Log...going once, going twice...sold for 60 geld to Stoomp!"

Getting dizzy of the turning Sweetcherrie almost missed, and her hammer shot into the air. She followed it for a moment, and when she saw it wouldn't land on her own head she turned to Spik. "One Portable Hole, going once, going twice....sold to Spik for 40 geld!"

After having put the hammer down on Stoomp's 'Eyes in Neck' Sweetcherrie turned around and looked towards Aleaha, "One signature by Gyrfalcon, going once, twice...sold for 25 geld to Aleaha!"

Before Wyvern could bid again Sweetcherrie tapped her hammer, "Sold for 20 geld to the fox!" Stoomp happily hopped of the stage, and went off to cuddle Daryl. "Huuuuuuuuug!"

(ergh I want to react to this, but it isn't happening at the moment. I'll try my best to get a post in here before I close the auctions tomorrow)

Happy belated birthday

Stoomp grinned, "Me sexy!" he exclaimed. Around him people raised eyebrows, and Sweetcherrie almost choked as she tried to take a sip of water to oil her voice. "Sexy?" The dwarf nodded, "Sexy, sexy for me." Then Sweetcherrie understood, "Riiiiight, sixty for the dwarf." She looked at Gwaihir, "Do I hear seventy?"

Before Sweetcherrie even had time to accept Gwaihir’s bid, Stoomp had already raised his hand again. He giggled as the eyes focused on Gwaihir, “I wanna make turty!”

“A butter? I have butter, here!” Stoomp jumped off the stage, and grabbed his bag pack. He stuck his hand in and drew out a cup of butter. “Goes on bread.” He grinned and held the butter up for Sweetcherrie. With a confuzzled look Sweetcherrie took the buttercup, and put it next to her, “Thanks.” The dwarf grinned even wider, happy that he had been of help to someone and hugged the first person he found next to him. Sweetcherrie held up Gyrfalcon’s second item, “One signature, by Gyrfalcon, Do I hear 10 geld?”

With Stoomp jumping happily next to her, Sweetcherrie moved on to the next item. She picked up Mynx’s portable hole, and inside she heard the butler protest. She moved the hole around in her hands, and was careful not to stick her hand in…you never knew what sort of stuff would be flying around in there. “One Portable Hole with Bob the Butler, by Mynx! Do I hear 10 geld?”

She turned to face Stoomp, “You have to wait until someone else bids now, but in the meantime we can start the auction for your eyes, ok?” Stoomp frowned, and then broke out in a big smile, “Ok!” He held up his hand, but since he was only an ickle dwarf Sweetcherrie invited him to step onto the stage. Stoomp beamed with pride, and puffed out his chest. He got to be on the stage! Sweetcherrie laughed, and held up her auction hammer, “Eyes in Neck, by Stoomp! Do I hear 10 geld?” Stoomp held up his hand high, and waved it around for everybody to see the eyes that were blinking on his finger.

“Then for our next item we have something special. The Mahogoney Travel Log!” Sweetcherrie held up the wooden stick, and felt a strange surge going through her. It was as if the travel log was whispering to her almost. Sweetcherrie felt herself blush, and the Travel Log high above her head. “I wannit!” Stoomp raised his hand as high as he could, and Sweetcherrie could see he had the Eyes attached to one of his fingers. They blinked and she felt uncomfortable with their stare. “Sweetie, I have to put it officially up for bid first.” She send Stoomp a half-smile, having difficulties suppressing a shudder from the eyes. “As said, The Mahogoney Travel Log by Wyvern, Do I hear 10 geld?” She had barely finished speaking, and Stoomp had already raised his fist again, the eyes rolling tiredly, most likely of motion sickness. “Memememe!” From the corner of her eyes she could see Wyvern rub his greedy claws together, the lizard could probably smell the profit he could make of the dwarf. “Right, 10 geld for our happy dwarf! Do I hear more?”

Bidding Closed

Bidding Closed

Bidding Closed

Bidding Closed

Item Auction #1 Item Auction #2 Item Auction #3 Item Auction #4 “The Travel Cloak by Patrick! Going once…going twice….sold to Inspector Clueless for 20 geld!” Sweetcherrie let the hammer go down, and it almost hit Chiroq on the head. The Wiggly Cabbage wiggled eepily and Sweetcherrie stumbled an apology. Then she pointed the hammer at Patrick. “Chiroq the travelling Wiggly Cabbage, going once….twice…sold for 75 geld to Patrick!” She let the hammer come down again, but made sure to stay clear from Chrioq nearly hitting Stoomp on his head. “Izze eyes now?” Sweetcherrie blinked, “Erm…let me do this first.” She raised her hammer again, “Travel Story by Gyrfalcon, for 50 geld….to me! Going once, going twice….sold!” “Nownownow?” Sweetcherrie chuckled softly, “Almost.” Turning to the Dreamer, she raised the hammer, “But when then?” Stoomp’s happy voice intervened, and he huggled Chiroq before Patrick could carry him away. “Shhh,” Sweetcherrie hushed, “Just after this.” She raised the hammer again, “My picture ….going once…” “Now?” Sweetcherrie ignored the dwarf, but couldn’t help grinning, “Going twice…sold for 100 geld to the Dreamer!” The hammer hit the auction stage, and with that the first round of auctions were over. She turned to Stoomp, and nodded with a grin at Stoomp, “Now.” OOC: Apologies for being a day late. first round is up. The items have been sold, and I congratulate the sellers and buyers with their deals

lol! I like your take much better NightFae

Sweetcherrie frowned, "You know...I think I can afford a bit.." She put the auction hammer down next to Chiroq, and looked in her geld purse. "Yes, I'll go with 50 geld."

Reading...Can I ask what sort of feedback you would like? Or no feedback, or ..well yeah

OOC: This is written for a contest on Worth 1000. There the word limit was 800 words so I had to cut down drastically. I felt I wanted to share the full version here I feel my feet tingle, and try to wiggle my toes. Somehow they don’t exactly want to work, and then I feel the memories rush over me as a flood wave. I remember the accident, I remember the truck driving into my car, and I remember pain. Then darkness. Where are my parents? I try calling out softly, “Mommy?” No reply. I attempt to move my hands, and I can feel how my fingers try to connect to what I’m telling them. Then they move. My body starts to feel warmer, blink with my eyes, and open my eyes. I see white, only white. Turning my head to the side I see more white, and in the distance something blurred. “Mommy?” “You’re mother is not here, in fact you’ll never see her again.” The voice had come from my other side and sounded mean. A shiver pulls down my spine, and I feel how I can move my legs. I turn to see who spoke. A little boy is standing in a corner of the white room. I try to sit up, and feel how my body protests, but obeys nonetheless. I manage to drop my legs off the floating bed I’m on, and sit up straight. Now I have a better look around, and take in my environment. The entire room is white, and there’s light, but I don’t see any lamps. There are no shades, and even as I slowly slide off the bed, I cast no shade. My hands grab for the bed to hold on while I have difficulties standing, and the boy only looks while the muscles in my legs struggle to carry my body weight. “Where am I? and why won’t I seem my parents again?” The boy cackles, and takes a step forward. He is dressed in white, and a cruel line runs left from his mouth. He looks about as old as I am, about ten years old, but at the same time so much older. “Because your mother is dead.” The words hit me, and I stumble backwards, “Dead?” “You’ve been asleep for the past 200 years, your mummy hasn’t.” He said the word ‘mummy’ on an overly sarcastic tone, mocking me for my need to see my parents. I don’t understand, but my body feels stronger every moment, and I risk a step in his direction. With a dangerous sway to the left I find my balance back, and take another step. “Then where am I?” Another step forward and I see that where I thought at first that the whole room was white, it now seems to change colour slightly. From absolute white it changes to a soft grey, and behind the boy the outline of a door appears. “You’re in the cryo centre, and-“ Somewhere from outside the room I hear a woman’s voice, “Menando! Leave the subject alone!” The boy cringes barely noticeable, but I see it nonetheless and smile. Behind him the door slides open soundlessly, and a woman steps in. Her clothes are white, just like the boy’s clothes, and mine. Their hair is black, and I can see that this must be his mother. “Have you cleaned the regenerator already?” She asks the boy called Menando with a strict tone. I can see how Menando hasn’t and looks for a reason to tell his mother, but she’s not buying it, and before he can speak she points with her finger out the door. “Then go do it now.” My eyes cross Menando, and I feel hate shine in them. I wonder what I have done to deserve these strong feelings of dislike even though I only met him, but then he turns around and walks out the room, following his mother’s orders. The woman turns to me, and looks at me with her hell blue eyes. I can feel interest, compassion, but also something else, something less easy to define. Disgust? “How are we today?” “I…” I start, but then stop. I have no idea what I am supposed to answer, and I simply nod to her. I wonder why I don’t feel sadder about the fact that my parents are dead, but at the moment I am too weirded out to question it further. “Fine I see. Come with me, you can walk I assume?” As I nod again she walks out of the room, clearly expecting me to follow. The space we walk into is as white, and for the first time I wonder where the windows are. “Miss? Where am I?” Without looking back she replies, her tone the exact opposite of her son’s earlier. I sense warmth in her voice, and feel better for it. “You’re in the cryo centre, aboard ‘The Crossing’. You’re one of the last of the old species you know.” I say nothing as I let this information drip into my brain. It’s hard to imagine that I’m all alone now, and that I’m no longer on earth. The woman leads me into a room where again all the walls are white, but in the middle there is, what seems to be, a large bathtub. Inside there is water, and it steams a little. It smells of the mint leaves my mom used to use for her soup. Suddenly I feel tears well in my eyes, and I have to swallow hard not to cry. “You can undress, and take a bath. We’ll be back later.” She closes the door behind me, and I look around. Then I shrug and walk towards the bathtub. I stir my hand in it. The water feels warm. I get undressed and step into the water. Slowly I sink in. Then I feel how something grabs my hands. I try to pull away, but I can’t get loose. Then one side of the room slides open, and I see the woman and the boy. They both grin at me, and the boy reaches for his head. Slowly he seems to undo a zipper, and peels off his skin. I have no idea how to describe what I see now, but I feel my insides chill as he speaks again. “Guess what…you’re invited for diner..” The top of the tub starts closing above me, and I feel how the water gets hotter and hotter around me. I pull desperately at what’s restraining me, but the last thing I hear is the mother’s voice. “Menando, how many times have I told you to not play with your food, stressed food is chewier.”

*shakes head* nuhuh