Post by FuzzyInk on Jul 27, 2012 16:06:53 GMT -5
((This is all of Kitty's background, before she came to audition for Le Cirque. It's a work in progress and I'll be posting things as they come to me. !!WARNING!! Kitty is an adult, and adult stuff DOES happen to her. I'll try put a warning before a section with these parts in it. There's also language scattered around the whole story. No warning for those besides this one. Besides that, enjoy!))[/size]
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It was a bright sunny day, with nary a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for a picnic in the meadow, but a bit too hot for comfortably working in a smelly barn all morning. Young chickens clucked mindlessly in the heat, interrupted only by the occasional peck on the dusty ground in their pointless search for food. If they had any sort of intelligence, they would peer across from their pen, to the weather worn wooden barn a mere twenty-six feet away. First they would notice the low quality music wafting through the open doors. Then, if they listened, they might notice a young, slightly off key voice singing along. Inside, a girl sat on a rickety stool, gently squeezing on a goat teat, coaxing milk into the pail beneath the udder. Her shoulders swayed happily to the beat of the music. A radio near the door was playing the top twenty hits and she knew every single song. The music helped relax the mother goat, and helped focus the girl as she worked. The goat bleated contently as her utter was emptied. When she was finally finished, the girl patted the mother goat, signaling she could leave. As the goat hopped away, the girl stretched as she stood to leave as well. She wiped the sweat away from her butterscotch blonde bangs as she surveyed the barn. That was the last goat. Happy to be done, she picked up the milk pail and turned towards the music. As the girl walked towards the radio, her hips started to sway. It was almost involuntary, dancing was just an instinct to her by now. Carefully, she picked it up by it's handle, keeping the music on as she walked out of the barn. With her hands full, she skillfully shut the front door with her foot. It was all a part of her usual routine. She carefully stepped to the music as she made her way to the house just down the pathway. One of the barn cats laying in the sun gave her a skeptical look as she passed by, but she paid him no mind. "It's not as if you can judge me... or at least you can't say anything if you are.", the girl thought to herself as she caught the cat's look.
As she approached the house, an older woman exited. The girl smiled and waved, giving a friendly shout as she rushed over. "Hey mom! You going to town? Can I come too?"
The girl's mother smiled and shook her head. "Did you finish your chores?" The girl lifted the pail of milk to show her mom. The older woman nodded towards the pickup in the driveway. "Hurry up and put that in the kitchen. If you aren't in the pickup in a few minutes, I'm leaving without you."
The girl smiled thankfully and dashed inside, careful not to spill anything or break the radio. She gracefully slid into the kitchen and set the milk in the fridge so she could bottle it after she got back. She hurriedly washed her hands in the sink and rushed back out to the driveway, wiping her hands on her pants as she went. From inside the truck, her mother smirked. "Tell her to milk the goats and she'll take all morning; tell her that you're going to town for the mail and she'll move faster than the Devil on Easter Sunday." And with that, her daughter climbed into the seat next to her. With a chuckle, the mother put the truck into reverse and pulled out of the driveway and down the dirt road. The girl smiled at her mother, she was practically bouncing in her seat.
"Do you think it came in today? They said it'd take two to three weeks for processing. It's been two weeks!" She asked excitedly.
Her mother shook her head, "I wouldn't get my hopes up dear. Two weeks is the minimum amount of time it'll take. Then they still have to mail the letter. All that takes time you know."
The girl wasn't deflated. She continued to smile, "I just have a good feeling about today!"
Her mother chuckled, "Of course you do, Kitty."
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It was a bright sunny day, with nary a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for a picnic in the meadow, but a bit too hot for comfortably working in a smelly barn all morning. Young chickens clucked mindlessly in the heat, interrupted only by the occasional peck on the dusty ground in their pointless search for food. If they had any sort of intelligence, they would peer across from their pen, to the weather worn wooden barn a mere twenty-six feet away. First they would notice the low quality music wafting through the open doors. Then, if they listened, they might notice a young, slightly off key voice singing along. Inside, a girl sat on a rickety stool, gently squeezing on a goat teat, coaxing milk into the pail beneath the udder. Her shoulders swayed happily to the beat of the music. A radio near the door was playing the top twenty hits and she knew every single song. The music helped relax the mother goat, and helped focus the girl as she worked. The goat bleated contently as her utter was emptied. When she was finally finished, the girl patted the mother goat, signaling she could leave. As the goat hopped away, the girl stretched as she stood to leave as well. She wiped the sweat away from her butterscotch blonde bangs as she surveyed the barn. That was the last goat. Happy to be done, she picked up the milk pail and turned towards the music. As the girl walked towards the radio, her hips started to sway. It was almost involuntary, dancing was just an instinct to her by now. Carefully, she picked it up by it's handle, keeping the music on as she walked out of the barn. With her hands full, she skillfully shut the front door with her foot. It was all a part of her usual routine. She carefully stepped to the music as she made her way to the house just down the pathway. One of the barn cats laying in the sun gave her a skeptical look as she passed by, but she paid him no mind. "It's not as if you can judge me... or at least you can't say anything if you are.", the girl thought to herself as she caught the cat's look.
As she approached the house, an older woman exited. The girl smiled and waved, giving a friendly shout as she rushed over. "Hey mom! You going to town? Can I come too?"
The girl's mother smiled and shook her head. "Did you finish your chores?" The girl lifted the pail of milk to show her mom. The older woman nodded towards the pickup in the driveway. "Hurry up and put that in the kitchen. If you aren't in the pickup in a few minutes, I'm leaving without you."
The girl smiled thankfully and dashed inside, careful not to spill anything or break the radio. She gracefully slid into the kitchen and set the milk in the fridge so she could bottle it after she got back. She hurriedly washed her hands in the sink and rushed back out to the driveway, wiping her hands on her pants as she went. From inside the truck, her mother smirked. "Tell her to milk the goats and she'll take all morning; tell her that you're going to town for the mail and she'll move faster than the Devil on Easter Sunday." And with that, her daughter climbed into the seat next to her. With a chuckle, the mother put the truck into reverse and pulled out of the driveway and down the dirt road. The girl smiled at her mother, she was practically bouncing in her seat.
"Do you think it came in today? They said it'd take two to three weeks for processing. It's been two weeks!" She asked excitedly.
Her mother shook her head, "I wouldn't get my hopes up dear. Two weeks is the minimum amount of time it'll take. Then they still have to mail the letter. All that takes time you know."
The girl wasn't deflated. She continued to smile, "I just have a good feeling about today!"
Her mother chuckled, "Of course you do, Kitty."